When Ron heard it, his face darkened with a "shua-" and he looked at the group of people with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
It turned out that after the monster called Komon killed Harlem, he came to the court without a care, and admitted the fact of the murder openly.
The court simply ruled that Komon was guilty of murder. However, the law of the Warcraft Empire stipulates that if a monster kills a human, it only needs to pay a certain amount of money to be exempted.
The verdict completely stunned Aunt Susan and her daughter, who were going to court for the first time. They now know that there is such a law in the Empire of Warcraft that they only need to pay money without being punished. This is obviously discriminatory. The law made Susan and Ellie angry, and they left the court sadly without even asking for compensation.
For the impoverished mother Susan and her daughter, what can this do? I can only bury this hatred in my heart. As for the idea of revenge, it is impossible to have it.
However, things changed here again. The murderer, Komon, didn't know what was wrong after seeing Ellie crying in court, and unexpectedly proposed to marry Ellie. Idea, that's why today's scene happened.
The corner of the scarred man's mouth was crooked, and he said hypocritically, "Master Komon's race is also a high-ranking race in Warcraft. Ellie, you married him, isn't that a popular and hot drinker? Even the brothers are also honored, I don’t have to live in this crappy house anymore, how nice…”
"As for your brother, let the past be the past, why bother thinking about it so much? Besides, Lord Komon just happened to be in a bad mood that day, and it wasn't intentional." The man with the scar persuaded.
Speaking of this, a smug smile appeared on his face, "Both of you, you have to think about it carefully, if you refuse... hehe..."
The man with the scar didn't go on, but his words were extremely persuasive.
Aunt Susan and Ellie hugged each other, sobbing softly. They still didn't know how to face the cruel fate, and faced the scar man's pressing step by step, they could only be silent.
"roll!"
After hearing about the incident, Ron finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a word came out of the corner of his mouth.
The man with the scar gave Ron a sideways look, and said with a smirk, "Little brother, if you are really human, I advise you not to meddle in your own business. This is the Warcraft Empire, and Warcraft is the one that rules everything. If you want to play wild, you have found the wrong place... "
As soon as the man with the scar finished speaking, Ron's figure flashed suddenly, and he disappeared in front of him. Immediately afterwards, he only felt a pain on his face, and his whole body flew up like a cloud, with a "bang-", fell heavily to the ground.
"You—" The man with the scar was thrown to pieces, got up angrily, and was about to yell at him, when he saw more than a dozen figures flying out of the room and smashing towards him.
"Oh my god—" the man with the scar yelled, he couldn't dodge in time, he was hit by those people, and fell heavily on the ground again, under the weight of nearly a few hundred kilograms, he couldn't breathe, and almost died.
It turned out that Ron was angry with them and threw them out of the door one by one.
"Take it easy, you fucking crushed me to death!" the scarred man cursed viciously, and the others climbed off the scarred man's body after hearing this.
"Master level powerhouse?"
The man with the scar was helped up by everyone in a state of embarrassment. He was taken aback. He was thrown out before he could react. He was not stupid. As for the character, he can't afford to mess with it.
The scarred man lowered his face, "Boy, what do you mean? Do you want to meddle in this business? Let me tell you, there is a World of Warcraft, and there are certain races of Warcraft that you can't afford!"
Ron looked coldly, and said with a smile, "Really? Then give it a try!"
"Boy, you have guts!" The scarred man had nothing to do with Ron, so he had to say, looking at Ron with a trace of resentment, he said through gritted teeth, "Don't regret it! I won't let you go!"
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go!"
"It's better to leave!" Ron said proudly.
That group of people was quite clever, knowing that they were not their opponents, they were all wiped out in the blink of an eye.
"It's okay!" Ron smiled slightly. In his eyes, these were just hooligans, and they couldn't cause any big waves.
Aunt Susan and Allie breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked Ron one after another.
"You should leave as soon as possible, I'm afraid that Komon will trouble you!" Ron persuaded.
Ron was faintly worried. He wasn't afraid of those rogue-like humans. What he was worried about was the monster called Komon. On the territory of the Warcraft Empire, those monsters were rampant and could do anything.
"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow!" Aunt Susan replied. It will take some time to tidy up before moving out of the place where I have lived for several years.
Ron wanted them to leave this place immediately, but he swallowed the words, thinking that there should be no problem overnight, nodded and said, "Okay, then I will pick you up tomorrow!"
…
With a sound of "pa—", the man with the scar was slapped loudly.
The one who beat him was a fat and very burly man, with a body like a giant bear, huge palms like cattail leaf fans, and an ugly face full of ferocity.
With just a slap, half of the scarred man's face turned red and swollen.
"Idiots... you are all idiots... you can't even handle a little thing! What do I feed you for?"
"I'm sorry... Lord Komon! Originally, the matter wasn't that complicated, but that guy happened to step in abruptly, and he screwed up the matter!" the man with the scar covered his face and defended in a low voice.
The burly man was none other than Comon, and he flew into a rage when he heard this.
"Didn't you report my name? What did he say?" Komon said with a cold snort.
"I said it, but...but he doesn't take it seriously at all!" The man with the scar said angrily, "Lord Komon, he doesn't take you seriously at all!"
Komon was startled, pondered for a moment, and began to inquire about the origin of the other party, "How dare you meddle in my affairs, hmph... who is that guy? What race?"
Komon thought to himself that if other races of Warcraft couldn't be provoked by him, he would take a step back. Although his appearance was rude, domineering and arrogant, he also knew how to measure. He knew that some races could never messed with.
"That... that guy is not a monster..." the man with the scar stammered, "He... he is a human being."
"Human?" Komon's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly, "Say it again...he is a human? How dare he meddle in my affairs?"
"Yes, that's what he said! I think he is also a human being!" said the scarred man.
Komon calmed down, and asked after a long time, "What's the name of that human being?"
"Uh, I didn't ask!" The scarred man remembered that he didn't ask the other party's name at all, and he didn't even know his relationship with Susan and Ellie, and he was kicked out when he was still confused.
Komon snorted coldly and said nothing.
The scarred man said with a flattering expression, "Lord Komon, it's easy to find out the identity of that human being, but this abominable guy dares to meddle in your affairs, shall we teach him a lesson he will never forget? "
The scarred man always held a grudge against Ron, and his words were full of provocations.
With Komon's shrewdness, he didn't understand what his subordinates were thinking. He snorted coldly, "I'm not busy!"
The man with the scar touched a soft nail, so he could only stop resentfully, and smiled awkwardly.
Comon remembered Ellie's face, and a smile appeared on the ugly face, "The most urgent thing now is to capture that human woman named Ellie, hmph, how dare you refuse this young master's request? Fucking is this a living thing?" Impatient! Didn't she just kill her brother? What's the big deal?"
Until now, Komon didn't take Harlem's death seriously. In his eyes, human beings are like animals. Sending someone to his home to invite him personally is already a big deal for Ellie in Komon's opinion. .
"That's right, that human woman doesn't know how to flatter her at all!" the man with the scar echoed.
"Don't worry, humans who offend monsters generally won't end well!" Kemeng smiled darkly, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
…
Night fell.
In an extremely luxuriously decorated room, Ron was sitting cross-legged on the bed, quietly entering the state of cultivation.
At this moment, his body was surrounded by black energy, and beads of sweat were slightly oozing from his forehead, which showed that his cultivation had reached a critical moment.
Suddenly, Ron opened his eyes, and the black air all over his body disappeared immediately. He slowly raised a hand, and traces of black air slowly gathered together as if he had obeyed his call.
The black air slowly gathered into shape, forming a vortex of magic power. He spread out his palm, and a white object slowly floated up.
It was in the form of a ghost, floating quietly in the air, and its body was constantly gathering and dissipating like light smoke, making it hard to see clearly.
"Finally succeeded!" At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Ron's face, with a hint of joy like a heavy burden.
This is an undead magic called "Ghost". In fact, Ron was qualified to learn this undead magic a long time ago, but he never really understood it.
The undead magic that can be learned by the undead magister at a high level cannot be comprehended until the middle level of the undead magister, which shows that this undead magic is extremely difficult.
"Ghost" is a reconnaissance type of undead magic, similar to "crow". This summoned ghost can be connected with Ron's soul. Through its eyes, you can see everything Ron wants to see. Compared with "crow", "ghost" is more hidden, and it is impossible for the other party to detect without strong soul perception!
Looking at the ghost floating in his hand, Ron sighed in his heart that all this was worth it. This "ghost" that is hard to find is more useful than a crow, and it is even more difficult to find.
As soon as Ron let go, the ghost floated up, circled around the room, and slowly fell down.
"This speed is too slow..."
Ron looked at the "ghost" in his hand with regret. He finally discovered the shortcomings of this "ghost". Compared with the fast circling crow in the sky, its speed is really slow.
"Forget it!" Although it was not satisfactory, Ron could only shrug his shoulders. After all, no magic or skill could be perfect. It must be fast and concealed. There is no such good thing in this world.
After practicing for a while, when Ron opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.
"Oops, I'm going to send them out of World of Warcraft!" Ron thought of Aunt Susan and Ellie, immediately put on a dress, and rushed out the door...