"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Once you go, you will never return Also... Also... " On the bumpy carriage, the handsome young man had a straw in his mouth and swayed his legs to wipe the heavy sword in his hand.

"Xiaozhizhi, what do you mean by that?" The coachman looked out at a leisurely young man.

The young man looked at the heavy sword in his hand and replied with a smile: "I don't know. This is a saying that a friend of mine once said. It's no different from brave death."

"You humans are so interesting. You can say so in death." The dwarfs wrinkled their noses. For the straightforward dwarfs, the human sentences are similar to those in the book of heaven.

"I'm not sure. I'm going to die one day." The young man smiled heartlessly.

"Small governance! You will not die. Shifu said that you are the most talented swordsman he has ever seen. Even among dwarfs, there are few that can rival you. " The dwarf opened his mouth carefully, and he also carried a small heavy sword on his side. In the windstorm land where mechanical puppets used too much, few dwarves would insist on using heavy swords as weapons. More often, carrying heavy swords is just a habit of them. Although their swordsmanship is still the same, they have to step back compared with the peak period.

"That's why you dwarfs are so lazy and aggressive. You have to put yourself in such a machine. Although the mechanical puppet is powerful, it's an external force after all. It's better to cultivate your own skills. It won't be lost anywhere." The young man left his lip and went all the way from Guangming continent to windstorm continent in order to learn swordsmanship from the dwarves who are good at swordsmanship. But unexpectedly, the swordsmanship on windstorm continent has been gradually replaced by Alchemy products such as mechanical puppets. Fortunately, the dwarven swordsmanship master who insisted on practicing swordsmanship brought him to windstorm continent. In this master's ethnic group The dwarfs still adhere to the oldest fencing practice, which didn't make him run for nothing.

The man who came to Stormwind is not an outsider. It is one of the members of the phantom group, Donald.

At the beginning, the members of the unreal spirit team scattered around to cultivate themselves. Only donaldge stayed in the desolate land. When he saw the familiar plants and trees, he always touched the scene and missed his companions who had scattered to all continents.

Until a group of dwarfs visited the sun, so that Donald also gave birth to the idea of honing his own, he left the wilderness to Durang and nine uncles, followed the dwarves to storm continent.

Donaldge's character is the most straightforward and frank among the unreal spirits. It's very similar to the dwarf's temperament. After arriving in stormy land, donaldge did not see little of the relationship between the dwarves. He suddenly felt that compared with the dwarves, he was not very euphemistic.

"Don't you humans have a saying that people have their own aspirations? Our dwarfs are too small in size. If we are faced with massive opponents, it is easy to suffer losses, which depends on some mechanical puppets, but our swordsmanship is also very good." The dwarfs are very proud of their chest, and their sense of honor is very strong.

"I know quite a lot. Do you know what mu Mufan is so eager to ask me to do with Wang?" Asked Donald.