Civilization of Azeroth: Start the Great Pyramid Chapter 285

"Strim Wilder?"

Looking at the fel energy eyeballs suspended at the same height as his line of sight, Jig Wundt asked tentatively as if he was feeling it.

The result made him happy. He got the response from the other party, and the eyes of fel energy blinked slowly.

"Are you really Stromwilder?!"

Giggundt asked excitedly, and the eyeball blinked again.

"How did you become like this?"

This time, there was no response from the eyeballs. Jig Wundt realized that he had asked an invalid question, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"I see, you can't talk like this, so I'll ask you questions next, you just need to answer 'yes' or 'no'."

His eyeballs moved up and down as if he was nodding, and Jig Wundt immediately asked a few irrelevant questions that only he and Hot Sand knew.

And the Fel Eyes answered all correctly by blinking, and these Giggundts finally felt relieved and asked the most crucial question.

"The one in front of us is not the real you, is it?"

The answer is a blink.

Jig Wundt's heart stopped for a while, and the conjecture in his heart was confirmed. In an instant, his murderous heart suddenly rose. He must make the **** who fooled Kezan pay the price, but before that, he must find a way to rescue Fever. sand.

Because what he was communicating with was an eyeball that could not convey more information, the next few questions of Jig Wundt were not complicated, but after confirming that the hot sand was locked in his own bedroom, he felt in his heart. calculated.

The trade kings once again gathered in the hot sand palace. Although the fake hot sand passed the previous operation and handed over the dominance of the next Kezan to Ruiduofengs and Mogul, but because of long-term inertia, everyone still Subconsciously discuss things here.

"Jig Wundt, what's the matter with you initiating this meeting? I still have a job in hand, which has reached the most critical stage. Is there anything I can't say in my studio?"

When Ruiduofeng asked questions, he was vaguely expressing his dissatisfaction. He thought that this guy was still not giving up and was fighting for dominance for his allies.

Jig Wundt was haha, took a glass of wine from the tray brought by the waiter, but did not drink it in his hand.

"Didn't I think that the sofa here in Stramwild is the most comfortable, or that the conversation is the most relaxing here."

The most relaxed words are said in the mouth, but the spirit is actually tense.

"It's true, Stromwilder is the most enjoyable among us."

Although the reason was far-fetched, Rydowons accepted it.

"Eh? Stromwilder, I remember that in your living room, isn't there a statue from the dragon era? Why don't you show it now?

Your habit is not good. If you have good things, you should share them with us. "

Giggundt glanced at the entire living room, pretending to take a sip of red wine and inadvertently asked.

And what he asked about was the extremely conspicuous and precious statue from the Black Dragon Legion that Li De had seen in the living room when he led people to question Resha.

Fake Hot Sand frowned secretly, he didn't seem to be talking much about the statue.

"Let's hurry up and talk about business, we don't need to chat."

If Hotsand avoided this statue in the past, Gigerwundt might not have been very suspicious, but now he can be sure of the guess in his heart.

"Okay, then let's talk business and ask the waiter to come and remove the wine."

Fake Hot Sand felt that Giggundt was particularly troublesome today, so he just waved to the waiter to come back.

When he put the wine glass in the tray, Giggundt glanced at the waiter who came over in surprise, but didn't show much.

"I initiated this meeting because I actually felt that it is time for us to be honest with each other."

When Jig Wundt said this, Fake Hot Sand subconsciously thought he was targeting him on purpose, but he didn't expect Jig Wundt to change the subject.

"Morgul, Redorfons, what are you thinking, do you want to detonate Azerite? You two now master Azerite and airship technology, but after detonating Azerite, you two You will also work with the Alliance and the Night Elves forever. You alone cannot resist those powerful enemies.

So I still think that you should not leave us. As long as we ensure our safety in the big bang, we can fully cooperate in the future, and the whole more resources, after all, isn't there still the following trade princes and trade giants that can be harvested? "

The fake hot sand secretly let out a sigh of relief, it turned out that it was not aimed at himself. This is where Jig Wundt is brilliant. Nine points of truth and one point of falsehood are the most powerful.

Ruiduofengsi and Moguer looked at each other in surprise. It seemed that Jigfengt realized that the hot sand would be unreliable in the future, and decided to fall to their side. Isn't this a good time to blackmail them? ?

In the subsequent negotiations, the two guys took the opportunity to put forward quite harsh conditions. It turned out that in less than a day, the two had already made a plan to detonate Azerite.

They decided to use the airship to take away enough population materials to start anew, and go to Azshara, which belongs to the night elves, to develop.

The treasures in the eyes of goblins are different from those of other races: for example, the human race longs for land that can be cultivated; the night elves long for lush forests...

The natural talents that these other races care about are completely insignificant in the eyes of goblins. What they care about most is geographical location. As long as it occupies the best geographical location, then the goblins have the capital to do business, and it is good to **** the properties from other places.

The Azshara Peninsula in central Kalimdor is still nominally the territory of the night elves, but few night elves live there.

The Azshara Peninsula was once part of the capital of the Elven Empire, named after Queen Azshara. After the great division of the ancient Kalimdor continent, the environment of the Azshara Peninsula was also greatly damaged, resulting in the inability of the night elves who are less adaptable to the environment to live there.

But it is such a peninsula with extremely harsh environment, but it is a treasure in the eyes of goblins, because as long as you control it, you can build a transportation center that radiates more than half of Kalimdor.

After listening to the plan of the two, Jigfengt cursed inwardly, these two **** really planned to give up Kezan, but they thought so clearly about the future.

Gallywix felt a little bit the same as a hero, because he had already set his sights on Azshara, and the destination he entrusted the Alliance to transfer his family's property was actually Azshara.

However, the sympathy for each other was only for a moment, and then he had a huge sense of crisis. If these two guys also set their sights on Azshara, he would definitely not be able to compete with these two guys with his strength.

Giggundt can really be said to have done enough tricks, and repeatedly discussed various terms, and Gallywix also joined in. It is impossible for him to be sloppy when it comes to the distribution of future benefits, so it is during this negotiation. , he was really on Gigfont's side.

With Gallywix's help, Jig Wundt's acting became more and more real, and it can be said that he completely deceived the eyes of fake hot sand.

Fake Hot Sand naturally didn't care what moved to Azshara, but in order not to make himself appear awkward, he had to participate in the negotiation symbolically.

It was not until the final distribution of benefits satisfied everyone that Giggundt was finally ready to leave.

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"You're a tough guy. I used to underestimate you, Giggundt."

Mogul, who got up, said with emotion, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at the hot sand. In the past, when he was beside the strong hot sand, he really couldn't show Jigfengt. Now the hot sand is unreliable, and this guy finally showed it. his fangs.

"Hehe~ Ouch."

Jig Wundt just smiled and didn't speak, but the moment he got up, his feet softened and he sat back on the sofa, making everyone wonder what new tricks he wanted to do.

"Strim Wilder, what kind of wine did you prepare today, why is it so strong."

The discussion initiated by him just now was purely a temporary initiative, and everyone who was unprepared was dizzy after talking about it. Where do they remember that he just pretended to take a sip?

"You guy's drinking is too bad."

Ruiduofeng laughed casually, and Giggundt seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"Alchemists are not good at drinking. We need to ensure that we have the clearest mind to pay attention to the potion ratio. The discussion just now also consumed too much energy for me."

Hearing him forcibly defending his respect like this, Ruiduofengsi didn't have time to talk to him, and he did have a job to be done quickly.

"Uh, come and help me back."

Jig Font called a waiter in the Resha bedroom at random, and then he spoke to the fake Resha only after realizing it.

"Strim Wilder, I came here in a hurry and didn't bring any entourage. I'll take your servant temporarily, do you mind?"

Fake Hot Sand is of course unhappy in his heart, but in order not to arouse suspicion from others, he can only bite the bullet and agree.

In this way, Jig Wundt staggered back to his alchemist association accompanied by the waiter. It was not until he was helped into his laboratory that he changed the drunken state on his face and looked at the waiter in front of him. .

"I don't seem to know you. Tell me, what did you signal to me at that time?"

At that time, when the hot sand ordered the withdrawal of the wine, it was the waiter who came to the hot sand with the tray, and when he took the wine glass, the waiter secretly sent a signal to Jigfengt.

Hearing Jig Wundt ask himself this, the waiter finally couldn't hold back his excitement. He changed the blank expression on his face, showing obvious emotions, but this made his face look especially weird.

Giggundt showed a puzzled expression, and the waiter suddenly realized that a fake face was removed from his face, revealing his true face.

"I'm not a waiter at the Hot Sand Bedroom, my name is Marin Nogforge."

The name Giggundt sounded a little familiar, but he said it with a sneer after thinking about it.

"It turned out to be a traitor of the Hot Sand Group, how could it be you?"

Nogfogg was too lazy to talk to him about the minutiae, and this time he took a great risk and came out, not for the sake of being quick.

"The real hot sand was locked in his treasure room, and the fake hot sand is a monster summoned from the statue given to hot sand by the black dragon."

Hearing Nogfogg's words, Gigfont's expression changed, but he did not immediately choose to believe the other party.

"How do I know if what you say is true or false."

"Because I have been locked up with Hot Sand before, I contacted you under the entrustment of Hot Sand this time. If you still don't believe me, think back to the Fel Eye."

Then Nogfogg quickly said a few questions that Giggundt had asked the Fel Eye before.

"You really were sent by Stromwilder!"

Giggundt exclaimed, but then he realized something was wrong.

"No! Since you're locked up with Streem Wilder, how did you get out? And what's up with that Fel Eye?!"

This is another very complicated issue, and Nogfogg can only make a long story short.

"During our detention, Hot Sand chose to go all out. Through the ritual, he has become a fel warlock, and now he is actually capable of getting out of trouble.

But he is very clear that even if he becomes a fel warlock, he is still not the opponent of the monster, and even all the power of Kezan Island can't defeat the monster, which is why he has not been able to get out of the cage. .

In the prison where we are guarding, there will be a minion of that monster to bring us food every day.

After contacting you with the Fel Eye, when the monster minions came to deliver the meal, Hot Sand used a spell to control him, and without causing any damage, removed it from both the guy's and my face. A face, so I can contact you as that guy instead of Hot Sand. "

After listening to Norgefogg's story, Giggundt was in a dream.

"When did the monster replace Stromwilder?"

"It was some time after the Tanaris Sea Battle, Hot Sand said that he hoped to gain more power to defeat us by studying the treasures left by the black dragon, but he did not expect to bring disaster to himself and Kezan. "

When answering this question, the emotions of Gigfont and Nogfogg were extremely complicated. You must know that Nogfogg is still a prisoner of war in the alliance. They just chose to deal with a common enemy. Temporarily cooperate.

"Okay, what is Strymwilder going to do, how can I help him?"

Giggundt doesn't dwell on this, but goes straight to the crux of the problem.

"Hosha wants you to find a way to reveal the identity of the monster during the negotiation process with us. Only by relying on the strength of both of us can we defeat such a monster!"

"Is there any more detailed information? How did the monster deform, is it an illusion spell?"

Giggund rubbed his forehead and asked, this is his habit of thinking. As a top alchemist, he understands that being treated so harshly means that the monster has power over heroes and beyond the rules. Maybe even higher.

"I haven't seen the real face of the monster, but Hot Sand described it as the ultimate flesh-and-blood life, and his transformation is not an illusion created by magic.

But through the ultimate control of the body, forcibly turning oneself into the appearance of hot sand, there is the ultimate camouflage that even you are not aware of. "

When it comes to the end, Norgefogg did not forget to add one more thing.

"Hosha said that you are a great alchemist, and he believes you will have a solution."

Jig Wundt does have a way, although this kind of deformation ability is something he has never heard of before, but he does have an idea.

Chapter end