Chapter V: Garrick Padfoot
Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth
"Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!".
"What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?".
"The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!".
"Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked.
"The Defias!", a peasant yelled.
"The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled.
"Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha".
"Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because there is work to do here in Northshire".
"Recently, a new group of thieves has been hanging around Northshire", McBride said, "They call themselves the Defias Brotherhood", points a finger at the map of the entire Northshire indicating places, "and have been seen across the river to the east," slide his finger to the Northshire vineyard also known Oswor
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