10: Section 10

Soldiers clad in plate armor, maintaining strict military discipline, frequently patrolled and established defenses around Goldshire.

When Su Ming first saw these soldiers, he was somewhat worried... As a standard outlander, he didn't have any travel permits for Stormwind City.

However.

It seemed that Azeroth didn't care about that at all.

In any case, Su Ming hadn't been stopped by a single soldier to be questioned about his origins throughout his journey.

Was it confidence?

It didn't look like it!

As it turned out, Su Ming had just arrived at the Lion's Pride Inn and ordered a table of delicious food, but before he could even start eating, a burly middle-aged man approached him.

"Hello, outlander." The newcomer spoke with a solemn face, his hawk-like eyes constantly sizing Su Ming up. "Goldshire welcomes you!"

Really?

Su Ming was a bit dazed.

Your welcoming posture is quite unique, isn't it!

"I am the Marshal here, you can call me Dughan!" The man pulled out the chair opposite Su Ming on his own, took off his combat gloves, and tossed them casually onto the table.

Clang!—

Good grief, those are quite solid!

"You don't mind chatting for a bit, do you?"

Su Ming spread his hands. You've already sat down, what the hell else can I say?

Though...

The real-life version of Marshal Dughan was much more pleasing to the eye than the crude modeling in the game.

His muscle lines were smooth and full of power.

With a high bridge to his nose, well-defined features, and the tough-guy aura naturally acquired from a military career, it would be quite fitting to call him a top-tier 'silver fox'.

"Omar Su! Sir, you can just call me Su."

Su Ming didn't intend to stand out, so he gave himself a name that fit local customs.

The reason he picked the name Omar at a glance...

Wasn't because of a certain Footballer of the Year, but because the leader of a certain group seemed to have this name.

Back on Earth, out of some schadenfreude that was inconvenient to mention, Su Ming had searched for related news online. As for why he didn't choose [Bin Laden]?

Emmm...

That would be too conspicuous. He didn't want to be 404'd.

"Alright, Su, can you tell me your purpose for being here?"

"Sure, I'm traveling, sir."

"Traveling?"

"Yes, sir. The Kingdom of Stormwind and Goldshire aren't my first stops! But I must say, Elwynn Forest is truly beautiful!"

"Uh..."

Beautiful?

Dughan was momentarily at a loss.

The good news was, this person was 100% not a Defias spy.

Please trust a Marshal's judgment.

A spy's eyes couldn't possibly be so clear and foolish!

"Alright, thank you for the compliment, Su!" Dughan replied dryly. Just as he was about to change the subject, Su Ming beat him to it.

"By the way, sir, look at this..."

As he spoke, Su Ming took several candles out of his backpack.

"These are... Kobold candles?!"

"Yeah, while I was adventuring in the forest these past few days, I accidentally found a mine. These are the ornaments those Kobolds wear on their heads."

Fuck!—

What kind of goddamn ornaments!

Taking a deep breath, Dughan said in a heavy voice:

"Listen, Su, these aren't ornaments. These are magical candles used for lighting! Where are those Kobolds?"

Su Ming blinked:

"I killed dozens of them, and then while I wasn't looking, the rest of them all ran away overnight."

Oh...

That was an unexpected answer.

It made Dughan's train of thought stutter.

He had just intended to give this simple youth a quest to test his mettle.

Never mind, never mind. Dughan sighed and said:

"Very well. Not long ago, Stormwind City issued a decree to reclaim Fargode Mine. I didn't expect it to be completed by you by accident."

"How about this, after you finish eating, come with me."

"Stormwind will not mistreat anyone who has served it. The Marshal's Office has a specific reward; although the amount isn't large, it is still an honor."

Really?

I don't believe it!

VanCleef wouldn't believe it either!

Of course, on the surface, Su Ming nodded repeatedly.

He started digging in, and in just a few minutes, the meal was finished.

Walking out of the Lion's Pride Inn with Dughan, Su Ming had a face full of smugness. Do you understand the value of a veteran WoW player!

Sensing the youth's mood behind him, Dughan gave a helpless, bitter smile.

He must have been crazy just now to think this kid behind him had some problem.

He understood nothing of the ways of the world, and his mind was so simple it made one wonder: how did a noble young master raised in an ivory tower like this dare to go out and travel alone?

What?

Why a noble young master?

Are you joking!

How could a commoner have such fair and tender skin!

Chapter 12: Magic Casting! Star God Project

"So damn stingy!"

Su Ming walked along the streets of Goldshire with a dark face, grumbling.

It's a large-scale mineral vein, after all, right!

And the result? This Ge Men chased away the Kobolds, and they only gave 50 silver coins, can you believe it!

Oh, and they also threw in a green-quality pickaxe, right?

But looking at the pickaxe's attributes, Su Ming got even angrier!

[Equipment: Laborer's Pickaxe (Green)]

[Category: One-Handed Mace]

[Attributes: Bone Crushing +2, Mining +2]

[Effect: Saves 20% stamina during mining operations.]

Damn it!—

Mining and smashing people at the same time, right?

But for Su Ming, who had the Gathering skill, the Mining skill was worthless! Instead of mining so miserably, wouldn't it be more comfortable to just casually throw a Gathering skill!

Calling this thing 'tasteless' would be a compliment!

As for the 50 silver coins, how many days could this Ge Men live comfortably at the Lion's Pride?

One gold coin could be exchanged for a hundred silver coins. Just the hides and bones in his backpack were worth at least ten Alliance gold coins!

Fuck!

No wonder VanCleef turned against Stormwind.

Those bastards really aren't human!

But soon, the resentment in Su Ming's heart vanished instantly.

For no other reason.

When Su Ming went to the blacksmith shop and solemnly requested to learn the art of Smithing, the Alliance medal that Marshal Dughan had given him before they parted unexpectedly turned out to be a huge help!

The bearded Dwarf smith stated that one either had to show a Kingdom Citizen Medal or provide a professional recommendation letter.

If you had neither.

Showing a Friendly (or higher) medal issued by the Alliance would also work.

Damn!—

The evil old society!

Yet another measure to exploit the people at the bottom!

Clearly, the thing Dughan gave was the so-called Friendly Medal... It sounded just like a 'good citizen' ID!

From that moment on.

Another former WoW player successfully lost his illusions about the world of Azeroth.

But in any case.

Su Ming had successfully learned the Smithing skill.

Emmm...

He successfully entered the field through a stack of professional books almost half a person tall!

[Ding!—]

[Player is coming into contact with relevant class elements, Smithing knowledge is being recorded...]

[Congratulations, you have learned: Skill · Smithing L1!]

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[Skill: Smithing L1]

[Category: Creation]

[Attributes: Arm Strength +10%]

[Effect: You can forge crude weapons and equipment yourself, and also simply refine some ores. Note: When used with professional forging equipment, the success rate is doubled, and the quality of the finished product is slightly improved.]

As Su Ming's first Creation Skill, how could he not put it into practice immediately.

And so.

Su Ming spent one silver coin.

He rented a smelting furnace and began hammering away at a piece of iron ore with a series of clangs and bangs.

Three minutes later.

Under the catalyst of the skill effect, an iron bar shimmered into shape!