World of Warcraft Murloc City Guide - Chapter 387

c387 commemorative events

Yang Yi offered food and lodging, and the leader of the kobolds, Gibbitnik, immediately agreed to stay and work as a miner in Ratchet Town.

Thinking that the output of the canyon mine would be able to reach a higher level in the future, Yang Yi was happy.

The goblin McBurke, who was drinking at the same table, heard the conversation between Yang Yi and Gibbitnik. Seeing that Yang Yi had made the deal in a few words, McBurke gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

“Mayor Poseidon, I want to toast you. You are such an outstanding businessman.” The goblin McBurke raised his beer glass and drank it.

“Thank you.” Yang Yi filled up the beer and drank it all.

After wiping the beer foam from his lips, Yang Yi and the goblin McBurke started chatting. “I heard that you and Sputewaf came here to look for business opportunities. Did you get anything?”

“Something. The raptors in the Barrens are smarter and more cunning than those in other areas. I heard that their wisdom comes from their horns. So I ground their horns into powder and made “wisdom drinks”, which will definitely sell for a high price.” Goblin McBurke boasted when he talked about business.

“That’s a good idea. So your wisdom drink was successful?” Yang Yi asked.

“Hehe.” Goblin McBurke rubbed his hands awkwardly, “These horns don’t seem to be very useful. But it doesn’t matter – everything is difficult at the beginning! I think I have found another raw material that can make me a better wisdom drink! There is a substance called wailing essence. I want to add it to my drink and try it!”

“Then I wish you success first.” Yang Yi said.

“Unfortunately, I can’t do it alone.” Goblin McBurke said helplessly, “This substance can only be found on the slime monsters in the wailing caves in the west. Now even adventurers dare not go to the wailing caves, let alone hunt such creatures.”

Howling caves? Yang Yi thought about it. He had promised Zama, the Forgotten Apothecary, that he would help her pick some venomous snake flowers, which just happened to grow only in the depths of the Howling Caves.

But even adventurers dare not go to the Howling Caves now. The danger is obvious.

“Mayor Poseidon, I heard that there are hot springs and waterways all over the Howling Caves. It must be safer for fishmen to go there than other races. I can pay you. I’m sure I will make a lot of money from this! I swear, when I make money, I will pay you more!” The goblin Maiberk grabbed Yang Yi’s arm and begged.

This matter was too risky, and Yang Yi couldn’t agree.

He just thought that the goblin Maiberk was drunk and got away with it.

The harvest festival was still going on. After the fishmen had their lunch, they lay on the ground, digesting it while waiting for the fishman chef to serve dinner.

Yang Yi saw the fishmen’s behavior and became more and more displeased, so he called the old blind man to come over.

“Lord, what do you want?” asked the old blind man.

“It’s like this. This harvest festival is for the tribe and the alliance to commemorate the warriors and heroes who died in the war. I heard that in order to show respect, in addition to commemorating the warriors who sacrificed their lives, they will also go to the graves or monuments of the heroes who died to light a candle or offer a sacrifice.

We in Ratchet Town can’t turn the harvest festival into a food festival. Shouldn’t we also do something to commemorate the fishmen who died to defend Ratchet Town?” Yang Yi said.

“Those sacrificed fishmen are worthy of commemoration. But after our fishmen die, their bodies are sent to the water. There are no graves or monuments. And there was no tradition of commemoration in the past.” The old blind man was also embarrassed, so he simply asked Yang Yi directly. “Lord, what do you say, let the fishmen in the town do it.”

Yang Yi thought for a while and said, “Let’s do this. We fishmen will commemorate facing the sea.”

“Okay. Old blind man will do it right away.”

The old blind man said and ran away in a hurry.

Soon, a group of patrolling fishmen came out. They chased all the fishmen who were full and collapsed on the ground and asked them to participate in the memorial activities.

At first, some fishmen were unwilling, but when they heard the patrolling fishmen say that they could only eat the Harvest Festival dinner after completing the memorial, these fishmen rolled and crawled to the beach one by one.

No fishmen are not active in eating.

The old blind deputy mayor has long figured out the tricks of managing fishmen.

That evening, on the coast of Ratchet Bay, Ratchet Town began its first memorial activity to commemorate the unknown fishmen who sacrificed to defend Ratchet Town.

How to commemorate, the fishmen were also confused at first.

On the beach, the brocade fishman Jiagu took the lead. He placed the lit candle on the clam shell, and then put it in the sea and went with the waves.

There was no wind today, and the clam shell carrying the candlelight floated on the sea until it became a little light in the distance.

The other fishmen found it interesting and novel, so they followed suit, found candles and clam shells, lit them and threw them into the sea.

Soon, countless candles floated on the sea.

Looking down from the sky, the bay seemed to turn into a galaxy with stars twinkling in between.

Such a memorial event was very spectacular, but it was a bit of a waste of candles. If the dog-headed people knew about it, they would definitely jump up and curse.

The old blind eye took a team of young fishmen who were still studying at the Tidal Academy to participate in the memorial event. He taught the young fishmen how to light candles, fix them on small clam shells, and then gently put them into the water.

Watching the candle clam shells being carried away by the kelp, the old blind eye began to teach the young fishmen: “We have food and drink now, which they have exchanged for their lives. We should thank them.”

“Thank them.” The young fishmen said in unison.

“Well, I have to thank the mayor more.” The old blind man added.

“Thank you, mayor. The little fishmen said in unison again.”

The old blind man was very satisfied with the little fishmen’s voices in unison. Tide Academy taught well.

“A-choo!” In the center of Ratchet Town, Yang Yi suddenly sneezed loudly. “Who is thinking about me?”

Yang Yi was observing the changes in the values ​​in the center of the town. Today, the increase in the civilization value of Ratchet Town was twice that of the past. This seemed to mean something.

“Could it be that holding a festival can increase the civilization value of the town? Or is the increase in civilization value affected by the commemorative activities of the fishmen in the town?” Yang Yi felt that his judgment made sense. This harvest festival can be regarded as the spiritual civilization construction of Ratchet Town.

It’s a pity that the increase in civilization value is not much, and Ratchet Town can’t celebrate every day. It’s better than nothing.

The commemorative activities in Ratchet Bay ended after dark, because the dinner of the harvest festival began, and the fishmen ran back to the big square in front of the town center and continued their great cause of eating and drinking.

After the dinner started, Yang Yi did not continue to drink with the goblin engineering team.

As the mayor of Ratchet Town, Yang Yi also received a portion of food and sat among the fish people to eat.

The first harvest festival of Ratchet Town ended in such a peaceful atmosphere.