Chapter 76 Valley Town

Herag looked at the location Robert pointed to, which was just at the entrance of the valley, the entrance of the Skyline Canyon.

"Why did he die?" Herag thought about this question and was not in a hurry to go in.

The squirrel's cry just now made him very concerned. Animals are generally very sensitive. That was a warning cry.

Of course, it is also possible that they saw that they were two outsiders and were warning their companions.

"Deep Blue, check if there are any abnormalities around." Herag was cautious and asked Deep Blue to check the surroundings in all directions.

"No abnormalities were found."

"No magic flow was found."

"No traces of magic residue were found."

...

Herag looked carefully at Deep Blue's test results, and everything looked normal.

He glanced at the valley and stepped in.

There was nothing abnormal, and nothing happened.

Herag closed his eyes and felt that the free energy particles around him were normal, without any special fluctuations or flows.

The light in the Skyline was dim, the mountain walls on the roadside were a little damp, and there was water flowing down the mountain walls in some places.

Herag followed the mountain road and soon passed through the canyon area with a narrow gap in the sky. Suddenly, the view in front of him was clear.

A small town was located on the hillside in the distance. Wooden houses were sleeping quietly in the mountains. Occasionally, people could be seen walking by.

There was a tavern at the entrance of the town. When Herag entered, there were not many people inside. There were only three people in total, divided into two tables, and butter beer was placed on the tables.

As soon as Herag and Robert entered, the tavern, which was originally still talking, became quiet.

The two people sitting together in the tavern looked like hunters, and the man sitting alone looked like a blacksmith from his clothes.

The two hunters frowned when they saw Herag and Robert, and seemed to be very afraid of them.

The two men picked up the wine glasses and drank the butter beer in them in one breath, and then left without saying a word.

The blacksmith glanced at the two people, smiled, and then took a sip of beer.

There was still half a glass of wine in his glass, and it seemed that he was not going to leave for the time being.

Herag walked over and said with a smile: "Do you mind sharing a table?"

The blacksmith was a bearded uncle. He smiled and said: "Of course not. You are strangers. What are you doing here?"

Herag opened a chair and sat down, and said to the bar owner: "Two butterbeers."

After he placed the order, he turned back to the blacksmith and said: "I won't beat around the bush. I want to ask if you know that someone died on the mountain road outside two months ago."

"Two months ago?" The blacksmith grabbed a handful of his beard and thought, "No, this is a small place. If there is a death, we locals will definitely know, but I have never heard of it."

He took a sip of beer and continued: "We have always been peaceful here, and there are rarely murders. There are not many people here, and the social relations are simple. As far as I know, there are rarely any life-and-death feuds."

The beer ordered by Herag was delivered quickly, two full cups.

He was not used to this thing at first, but he got used to it after drinking more, mainly because there were too few choices.

After taking a sip of wine, Herag said, "Well, we just heard about it, so we came to ask."

The blacksmith suddenly realized, "So that's it, the news must have been mis-transmitted. You know, some things will deviate from their original appearance when they are spread far away."

"Well, let's go to other places to ask later." Herag nodded.

The blacksmith continued, "You are from the Stormwind Investigation Team, right? You came to investigate when you heard that there was a murder here. You are probably going to make a wasted trip. I have been here for so many years, and there is no way I don't know about the murder."

"Investigation team? Stormwind has no such organization for a long time. Now it is the Adventurer's Association that is responsible for these things around it." Robert interrupted.

The blacksmith was puzzled and said, "Adventurer's Association? It seems that I am out of touch with the news, hahaha."

He smiled and took another big sip of beer, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After chatting with the blacksmith for a while, Herag didn't get any valuable information, so he paid for the wine and got up to leave the tavern.

"Thank you!" The blacksmith thanked him from behind, and Herag paid for his share of the wine.

Herag pushed open the door of the tavern and found that it was dark outside.

There were no street lights in this place, so except for some houses in the distance, the road was dark.

"Robert, have we been in there for so long? If I remember correctly, it was only afternoon when we came in." Herag realized that something was wrong.

There was no response from behind him for a long time. Looking back, Robert, who had come out with him, was gone.

Herag turned around and walked into the tavern again. The lights were still on, and the butter beer on the table was still there and bubbling.

However, there was no one in the tavern.

The blacksmith was gone, and the tavern owner was gone.

Herag looked at the surrounding environment reflected by Deep Blue. There was no one in the whole tavern, and it was quiet and silent.

Herag picked up the cup of butter beer and found nothing unusual. The butter beer was normal, and there was nothing weird.

Herag took a deep breath and walked out of the tavern.

The lights in the houses in the distance were still on, and you could see people behind the windows.

He walked towards a house in the dark, and there seemed to be more than one person in the house.

When Herag walked to the door, he could vaguely hear the sound of conversation in the house, and the laughter of a woman, as if an old couple was talking about their nightly conversation.

He knocked on the door, and the silence behind the door instantly became deathly silent.

No one asked him, and no one opened the door.

Herag's knock on the door seemed to press the still button of this world, and the people in the house seemed to be frozen and did not make any movement.

After a while, there was a dull dragging sound from behind the door, and the harsh sound of something hard scratching on the ground.

Bang!

A dull sound suddenly came, and Herag listened carefully, it sounded like the sound of an axe chopping on meat.

Bang!

Bang!

...

The sound of the axe swinging was very rhythmic, not fast or slow, which reminded Herag of the butchers who slaughtered beef and mutton.

Bang!

The door suddenly trembled, and it seemed that something behind the door was violently hitting the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The whole house began to tremble, and the thing behind the door obviously accelerated its impact speed, as if it was eager to break the door open and rush out.

The quality of this door was beyond imagination. The whole house was shaking from the impact, but this door did not move at all.

If it was an ordinary wooden door, it would probably be smashed directly in one or two hits.

Herag had an ominous premonition. He felt a strong sense of danger from behind the door.

Stay away from here!

He instinctively came up with this idea and quickened his pace to leave the room.