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- Either you'll be terribly leisurely, or trouble will come one after another.
It seems that everything has come together.
Before the suspicions brought to Old Tang by the Darkmoon Circus were cleared up, Varian disappeared again
The days of peace and tranquility seem to have really passed.
After sending away Jaina and Aegwynn who came to seek help, Old Tang returned to the study and sat down on a solid oak chair.
Leaning on the backrest and gently rubbing his temples, the gloomy old Tang was thinking about the last piece of information that Gianna threw out.
¡¾The red turban of the Defias Brotherhood, a few broken black dragon scales, a piece of an ogre's finger, a large amount of murloc slime and Naga scales¡¿
¡¾AndShuharu's footprints¡¿
Gianna¡¯s words kept echoing in Old Tang¡¯s ears. Old Tang's already gloomy mood became even worse.
In Old Tang¡¯s memory, he vaguely remembered that in the previous game, the Alliance seemed to have a quest line called [The Missing Envoy]. This quest line is related to the disappearance of Varian, which involves several alliance bosses such as the Archbishop of Stormwind City, Auxiliary Duke Bolvar, and Queen Jaina of Theramore.
As for the task line involving Xiao Xiami, there are countless others.
It¡¯s not that Old Tang didn¡¯t know about the forces involved in Varian¡¯s disappearance, or that there were quite a few forces secretly instigated by the Black Dragon Girl, but he really didn¡¯t expect it to be such a mess.
The Defias Brotherhood, as a staunch "anti-military force", or "salary workers", is under the premise of the Black Dragon Princess's little plan. He became the scapegoat for kidnapping Varian, which would not surprise Old Tang.
It is not surprising that those ogres with well-developed limbs and simple minds were easily instigated into this muddy water. Maybe the price of hiring these fat men will be pitifully low, even just a few carts of grain?
Needless to say, the appearance of the Black Dragon Legion, the appearance of Naga and the fish-men is not unexpected. After all, these ocean overlords and their servants have no favorable impressions of almost all land creatures. The pirate habits that roam the endless sea will not allow them to let go of any possibility of taking advantage of the situation.
What¡¯s more, maybe the envoy led by Varian has been exposed to the greedy sight of these mutant elves from the moment it appeared on the sea
If these forces appeared one by one, they might not be anything. But such a tacit understanding and getting involved in this muddy water is enough to make everyone who knows something about this matter secretly frightened and their heads full of mud.
Enough scapegoats and a large number of behind-the-scenes plotters are enough to muddy the waters and cover up the truth. A joint action by several forces. It even fragments the sights of the trackers and explorers.
If it weren¡¯t for a guy like Xiang Lao Tang who knew the truth, who could peel away the numerous and confusing clues and discover the real mastermind behind the scenes?
After all, there is no "ten thousand-year-old elementary school student" in Azeroth who uses "There is only one truth!" as his mantra
?Think about this. Even though Old Tang has long been aware of Onyxia's ruthless tactics, she has risen to a certain level. But in the end, Old Tang found that he still underestimated the cleverness of this "female dragon".
But the most important thing isOld Tang did not expect that his own people would be involved in this matter
In the case of Varian¡¯s disappearance in his previous life, Old Tang vaguely remembered that his legendary aunt seemed to have played a less than honorable role in it.
But Old Tang absolutely believed that this time, the aunt who treated him as if she were her own child would never reach out At least, Magatha Horrible Totem would never get involved without consulting him again.
However, despite denying his aunt's suspicion, Old Tang's mood still couldn't get better.
Because, Old Tang has basically circled the categories of suspects
Who acted without authorization? Secretly colluding with outsidersOld Tang knew without even guessing that, except for possessing a terrifying totem that was hostile to almost all foreign traditions, no one else would have such leisurely intentions!
This fact made Old Tang particularly angry!
Now, Old Tang¡¯s title is not only the Great Warlord of the tribe, but also the commander-in-chief of the Wrestling Dragon Corps. He is also the leader of the Shuharu Horrible Totem Clan!
Being betrayed and concealed by one's own people, even if it is only a small part, is enough to make any leader furious!
Old Tang has always believed that his subtle influence over the years has reversed the Horror Totem clan in his previous life.The extreme thoughts and habits of the tribe. At least with his repeated efforts, he gained the respect and recognition of these tribesmen who had too paranoid ideas, and led the clan leader back to the right path.
Even if you are not worthy enough, all the clan brothers will swear their loyalty to you. It is also worthy of everyone¡¯s expectations
But this time
The naked reality gave Old Tang a loud slap in the face!
"Gamor!"
After extinguishing the burnt cigar in the ashtray, Old Tang banged the table twice and shouted outside the study.
"Teacher, did you call me?"
The people in the study were pushed away, and Gamor's young and tough face poked out from behind the door, tentatively asking. When he saw Old Tang waving, he closed the door again and walked quickly to Old Tang's side.
"Release the Swift Eagle and send a message to Anak!"
"Let him come back from Camp Taurajo overnight to see me."
Old Tang, who curled his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the table lightly and ordered in a cold voice:
"Get the airship ready. After Anak comes back tomorrow, I want to go back to Thunder Bluff."
Old Tang¡¯s tapping on the table made Gamor, who was standing at the side, shake slightly. The "Ouchi Guard", who was already familiar with some of his mentor's behavioral habits, knew very well that this was a signature move as Old Tang had already decided on his next plan.
And every time this action occurs, it means someone is going to be unlucky!
"Okay, mentor, I'll do it right now!"
After receiving the order in a deep voice, Gamor turned around and left without saying a word. But then he was stopped by Old Tang:
"Wait a minute, Gamorthere's one more thing."
Gently stroking a Kodo real silver statue on the table, Old Tang looked at the bright full moon in the night sky outside the window, and ordered in a deep voice with a light tone:
¡°Recall members of KGB squads everywhere!¡±
"Within a week¡¡"
"Let them assemble at Grimtotem Post and stand by!"
??******
Mulgore Grassland, Darkmoon Circus Meeting Ground.
The moonlight is thick, and the excitement and noise brought by the Tauren Chief Band have not dissipated. Even though it was late at night, the crowds of people celebrating and having fun were still unable to extricate themselves from one after another in various strange stores and game arcades. Celebrate this rare moment of peace.
"Ha, a gold coin."
"Your tanking is really bad, skinny ribs! Ugh! Hiccup! Dude, do you want another round?"
In the tank battle game area, there is a big ogre with a wide body and fat body. He was holding the remote control of the mini steam tank in one hand and munching on the Nomola chicken nuggets he bought from the circus snack bar in his hand. He asked vaguely to the Forgotten man in leather armor across from him.
Looking at the mini steam tanks that were smoking and broken into parts at his feet, the Forsaken thief with two hideous stitching marks on his pale face touched the back of his head helplessly, and threw them to the opposite side one after another with a frown on his face. The ogre bets two gold coins.
????????????? Then he used his jagged palms to move like butterflies through flowers to gather his "scrap tanks", obviously unwilling to accept the failure of this "tank war".
"Ha! One more time? Hiccup~~~ How many times is this today? Hiccup~ Schreik, Uncle Didier will remember your generosity!"
After stuffing the chicken nuggets smeared with sauce into his big hands, the big ogre who called himself Uncle Didier happily began to repair his steam tank. Apparently he thought he had won the bet on the gold coin. When the many tourists and spectators who were watching saw this scene, they all burst out laughing in agreement with the ogre's boast.
The spectators nearby have been watching the tank battle for a long time.
The big ogre who calls himself Uncle Didier has always been the champion of this game, and he is considered a moderate star here.
In contrast, the Forgotten thief opposite was taciturn and a bit dazed. The ability to operate a toy tank seems a bit clumsy. Although he has a pair of skillful hands and good engineering skills, his mini tank has been destroyed eight times in just ten minutes
But the audience is obviously still very interested in this asymmetrical game showdown.
The ferocious face of the Forgotten thief named Shurik showed a harmless smile, as if he didn't care about the well-intentioned heckles and teasing around him. Re-repaired steam tankHe had already raised his hand to the ogre and was ready to challenge again.
But the next second. Shu Ruike's originally dull face suddenly flashed with vivid surprise. The next second, he threw aside the tank remote control that he had been indulging in before.
Not far away, a strong tauren man who had squeezed to the front of the crowd was nodding to him with a smile, and making a secret gesture on the palms of his hands
That¡¯s the summons for the KGB team!
¡¡
The trading area of ??Legion Fortress. Kodo Horn Tavern.
Although it was already midnight, the atmosphere in the pub was still very lively.
The adventurers were discussing their next adventure plan in low voices, and the rude guests were playing guessing games and drinking loudly, interspersed with the sounds of joking with the bar girls. The bards played harps and bagpipes and sang epic poems and legends that praised heroes
Everything is as noisy and lively as described in all the fantastic stories of the bards.
At the bar of the tavern, Cliff Caron was drinking a small drink. He turned sideways with interest and watched the two strong tauren men next to him fist-fighting and drinking. From time to time, he would cheer and drink in response to the occasion. Two cheers.
He has short black hair and an ordinary face. Although his human identity is a special and rare anomaly in this tribe's tavern, he has not encountered much hostility. After a few glasses of wine, Cliff Caron was able to mingle with the enthusiastic and honest tauren men around him.
As a former MI7 veteran, he is now a wanted defected agent. Cliff Caron, who is accustomed to living a life of wandering and fear, undoubtedly enjoys the simple and sincere atmosphere here without any suspicion and defensiveness.
"Hey, man, I bought you this drink!"
Just as Cliff Caron applauded the victors who were fist-fighting and drinking with a smile on their faces, a familiar and thickly accented mainland lingua franca suddenly came to their ears.
With a thought in his heart, the defecting assassin's left hand quietly touched the poisonous dagger at his waist, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound. What surprised him was that it was no one else who spoke. It is the owner of this tavern, the tauren boss who has been contacted many times
"Relax, man! Don't be so nervous."
Seems to have seen through Cliff Caron¡¯s little moves. The slightly older tauren boss still had the warm and enthusiastic smile of the past on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze, but his eyes playfully glanced at the position where the dagger and short crossbow were hanging on Cliff's waist. Hun said softly without caring.
Pushing the human assassin a full glass of ale, in Cliff's puzzled eyes, the tauren boss' big hand that was wiping the wine glass made a secret gesture that surprised the defecting agent
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"Shhhh~ man, look what I found?"
"Ha, a lone red-armored scorpion!"
In the Giant Wilderness of the Barrens, two dirty jungle trolls were crouching in a dense thorn bush, looking at the poisonous giant on the mound not far away with glowing eyes. No. Scorpion.
"We can try to capture it. A scorpion this big can provide us with energy for several days. They are rich in protein. We cut off its tail and the remaining parts can be eaten raw. Its protein content It is six times that of beef. Of course, if time is not tight, we can grill it first, which will be more delicious."
"But the red-armored scorpion is not easy to deal with. Let's approach it slowly from behind and be careful not to make any noise. This is"
The leader of the troll took the two daggers tied to his thighs. While he was enthusiastically "popularizing" the knowledge of wilderness survival to his companions behind him. However, this seems to have aroused dissatisfaction among the companions:
"Shut up, Bear Grylls!"
The blue-skinned troll squatting behind him angrily interrupted his companion¡¯s eloquent ¡°knowledge popularization¡± and complained angrily:
"I'm not one of those inexperienced babies! I don't need you to give me lessons!"
"Hey, Brother Bella, get used to it. Hehe, get used to it"
The troll thief at the head stopped his habitual preaching and shifted his gaze while speaking. His eyes were staring at the arrogant red-armored scorpion and his mouth was drooling. He muttered in a low voice;
¡°The texture is crunchy and full of chicken flavor!¡±
However, it turns out that maybe the two trolls are destined to have no "good luck" today
¡°Cry~~ang~~~¡±
??Just as the two jungle trolls tiptoed towards the large red-armored scorpion, a sharp eagle cry sounded from above their heads, alarming the swaggering red-armored scorpion. Waving its sharp scorpion claws and erecting its tail spikes containing venom, the red-armored scorpion showed its presence in a menacing manner.
However, the next second, two trolls who had just emerged from the thorns appeared in the eyes of the red-armored scorpion. The two sides looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a long time. Then, the big scorpion that had just shown off its power moved quickly. Its six short legs quickly rushed into a huge rock crack in the Gobi. It looked like like a frightened rabbit
"Damn it! My midnight snack!"
The blue-skinned man walking behind cursed in a low voice with an annoyed look on his face. Then he took the long bow behind him, gritted his teeth and aimed at the swift eagle that was constantly circling above their heads, ready to shoot!
"No, wait! Oh, damn!"
Looking at the angry expressions of his companions, the troll thief Bear Grylls realized that something was wrong and almost hurriedly spoke to stop him, but it was still a step too late. Accompanied by a scream that broke through the sky, the swift eagle that had been hovering above the two of them and screaming had already let out a miserable and angry cry, and fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
"Oh, hyena shit!" He took a few steps to the body of the Swift Eagle, which had been stabbed through the heart by an arrow. Bear Grylls took off a sealed cylinder from the Eagle's leg. He was annoyed. He shouted angrily at his companion who was bending his bow and nodding an arrow:
"Bella* Forest Walker! You shot another Swift Eagle to death!"
"Uh" Troll hunter Bella * Forest Walker touched his nose in embarrassment and touched his pair of sharp fangs in embarrassment, and defended slyly: "This is a misunderstanding Bell you know Yeahwell, my hands are faster!"
"Damn it, this is already the third one you accidentally killed after our partnership! Boss, you will kill us! Oh, see the undead, how could I become a partner with you!"
"Hey, brother, things have already happened, so don't worry about it!" He scratched his head, and the troll hunter looked at the parchment pulled out of the cylinder in his companion's hand, and tried to change the subject in a clumsy way: "Um, there is a new mission. Already?"
"It's a general summons It looks like there's a big move this time!" Looking at the slightly weird pattern on the parchment, the troll thief Bear Grylls no longer wanted to reprimand his teammates, and looked a little solemn. replied.
"The meeting point is at the Grimtotem Post Well, it's not too far from us." He took out the map and compared it with the code on the parchment. Bear Grylls raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some luck.
"Okay, man, there's no midnight snack tonight We have to hurry up while the night is cool!"
"Hey, who said there's no midnight snack" Troll hunter Bella* Forest Walker heard the complaints from her companions, and suddenly showed a mean smile, "Isn't this fruitful"
"Well, you mean" Bear Grylls glanced at the body of the Swift Eagle at his feet, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he showed the same mean smile.
"Do you still remember the taste of the Swift Eagle we ate last time"
Seemingly fearing that his companion would regret it, or to drag him into the trap, Bella* Forest Walker stepped forward and hooked her arm around the troll thief's shoulder, and began to inadvertently seduce him with past examples. Bear Grylls, after swallowing hard, murmured to himself with gleaming eyes:
¡°Crackling and crispy, chicken flavor!¡±.
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