"Streamwilder?"

Looking at the evil eyeballs floating at eye level with his own, Gigvonte asked tentatively as if he was sensing something.

The result made him happy. He got a response from the other party, and the evil eye blinked slowly.

"Are you really Streamwilder?!"

Gigerfont asked excitedly, and his eyeballs blinked again.

"How did you become like this?"

This time, there was no reaction from his eyeballs. Gigvondt realized that he had asked an invalid question, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"I understand, you can't talk like this, so I will ask you questions next, and you only need to answer 'yes' or 'no'."

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

And the Fel Eyes answered all the questions correctly by blinking, and these Gigfund finally felt relieved and asked the most critical question.

"The one who appears in front of us is not the real you, right?"

The answer is a blink of an eye.

Gigerfont's heart stopped for a moment, and the suspicion in his heart was confirmed. In an instant, his murderous intention suddenly rose. He must make the bastard who fooled Kezan pay the price, but before that, he had to find a way to rescue Re

sand.

Because he was communicating with an eyeball that could not transmit more information, Gigvont's next few questions were not complicated. He just confirmed that Hot Sand was locked in his palace, and he felt something in his heart.

To calculate.

…

The trade kings once again gathered in the Hot Sand Palace. Although Fake Hot Sand passed the previous operation and handed over the leadership of Kezan to Radol Vons and Mogul, due to the long-term inertia, everyone still

Discuss things here subconsciously.

"Gigvondt, why did you initiate this meeting? I still have a task at hand that has reached its most critical stage. Is there anything you can't say in my studio?"

When Ruido Fons asked, he was vaguely expressing his dissatisfaction. He believed that this guy was not giving up and was fighting for dominance for his allies.

Gigfund was laughing and took a glass of wine from the tray brought by the waiter, but held it in his hand without drinking it.

"I'm thinking that the sofa here in Streamwild is the most comfortable, or that talking here is the most relaxing."

He said the most relaxing words, but in fact his spirit was tense.

"It's true. Streamwilder is the one who knows how to enjoy things best among us."

Although the reason was far-fetched, Rudolfons still accepted it.

"Eh? Strym Wilder, I remember that there was a statue from the Dragon Age displayed in your living room? Why don't you show it now?

This habit of yours is not good. If you have good things, you should share them with us more."

Gigvonte glanced at the entire living room and asked casually after pretending to take a sip of red wine.

What he was asking about was the extremely conspicuous and precious statue from the Black Dragon Legion that he had seen in the living room when Li De led the people to question Rongsha.

Fake Hot Sand frowned secretly, he didn't seem to want to talk about that statue.

"Let's get down to business quickly, there's no need for small talk."

If Hot Sand had avoided this statue in the past, Gigvondt might not have much suspicion, but now he can confirm his suspicion.

"Okay, let's get down to business and ask the waiter to come over and take the drinks away."

Fake Hot Sand felt that Gigerfonte was in extra trouble today, so he just waved to the waiter to come over again.

When placing the wine glass on the tray, Gigvondt glanced at the waiter who came over with some surprise, but did not show anything too much.

"I initiated this meeting because I actually felt that at this time, we should be honest with each other."

When Gigvont said this, Fake Hot Sand subconsciously thought that he was targeting him intentionally. Unexpectedly, Gigvont changed the subject next time.

"Mogul, Rador Vons, what are you thinking about detonating Azerite? You two now master Azerite and airship technology, but after detonating Azerite, you

We will also join forces with the Alliance and the Night Elves to fight to the death. You alone cannot resist those powerful enemies.

So I still think that you should not abandon us. As long as we ensure our safety in the big explosion, we can work together in the future. After all, there will be more resources for the trade princes and trade giants below to harvest?

"

Fake Hot Sand secretly let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was not directed at him. This is where Gigervont is clever. Nine points of truth and one point of fakeness are the most powerful deception.

Radolfons and Mogul looked at each other in surprise. It seemed that Gigvonte had realized that Hotsand was unreliable in the future and decided to turn to their side. Isn't this a good time to blackmail them hard?

?

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

They decided to use airships to take away enough people and supplies to start a new business and develop in Azshara, which belonged to the night elves.

The treasure land in the eyes of goblins is different from that of other races: for example, humans long for land that can be cultivated; night elves long for lush forests...

These natural endowments that other races care about are completely worthless in the eyes of goblins. What they care about most is geographical location. As long as they occupy the best geographical location, then goblins will have the capital to do business. As for the products they rob from other places,

Just fine.

The Azshara Peninsula in central Kalimdor is still nominally the territory of the night elves, but almost no night elves live there.

The Azshara Peninsula was once part of the capital of the Elf Empire and was 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 environmental damage.

The less adaptable night elves cannot live there.

But such a peninsula with an extremely harsh environment is a complete treasure in the eyes of goblins, because as long as it is controlled, a transportation center can be established that radiates over half of Kalimdor.

After listening to the two people's plans, Gigvonte cursed in his heart, these two bastards really planned to give up on Kezan, but they had already thought out their way out so clearly.

Gallywix somewhat agrees with the heroes, because he has long been eyeing Azshara, and the destination he entrusted the Alliance to transfer his family property to is actually Azshara.

However, the sympathy only lasted for a moment, and then he felt a huge sense of crisis. If these two guys were also eyeing Azshara, he would definitely not be able to compete with these two guys based on his strength.

It can be said that Gigvondt was really good at his tricks. He discussed various terms repeatedly, and Gallywix also joined in. He couldn't be careless when it came to the future distribution of interests, so in this negotiation

, he really stood by Gigvondt’s side sincerely.

With the help of Gallywix, Gigvon's performance became more and more realistic, and it can be said that he completely deceived the eyes of the fake hot sand.

Fake Hot Sand naturally didn't care about moving to Azshara, but in order not to appear out of place, he had no choice but to participate in the negotiations symbolically.

It wasn't until everyone was satisfied with the final distribution of benefits that Gigvondt was finally ready to leave.

Valley bird

"You are really difficult to deal with. I underestimated you before, Gigfund."

Mogul stood up and said with emotion, and at the same time he did not forget to take a look at Hot Sand. In the past, he really couldn't show off Gigavont next to the powerful Hot Sand. Now that Hot Sand is unreliable, this guy is finally exposed.

His fangs.

"Hehe~ Ouch."

Gigfund just smiled and said nothing, but the moment he stood up, his feet slumped and he sat back on the sofa, making everyone wonder what new tricks he was trying 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 impromptu. Without preparation, everyone was already dizzy from talking. How could they remember that he just pretended to take a sip?

"Your drinking capacity is too bad."

Rui Duofeng laughed casually, while Gigvonte seemed a little embarrassed.

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

Hearing him trying to save his respect like this, Rudolfons had no time to talk nonsense with him. He really still had a job that he needed to finish quickly.

"Uh, come here and help me back."

Gigfund casually called over a waiter in Hot Sand's palace, and then spoke to Fake Hot Sand in hindsight.

"Strim Wilder, I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring my entourage with me. I will temporarily recruit your waiter, do you mind?"

Of course, Fake Hot Sand was not happy, but in order not to arouse others' suspicion, he had no choice but to agree.

…

In this way, Gigvonte staggered back to his Alchemist Association, accompanied by the waiter. It was not until he was helped into his laboratory that he changed his drunken look and looked at the waiter in front of him carefully.

.

"I don't seem to recognize you. Tell me what you were trying to do when you sent me the signal."

When Rousa ordered the drinks to be withdrawn, it was this waiter who came to Rousa with a tray, and when he took the wine glass, the waiter secretly sent a signal to Gigvondt.

Hearing Gigerfonte ask himself this, the waiter finally couldn't hold back his excitement. He changed his dull expression and showed obvious emotions, but this made his face look particularly weird.

"?"

Gigerfont showed a puzzled expression, and the waiter suddenly realized that he took off the fake mask from his face, revealing his true face.

"I am not a waiter at Steamwheedle Palace. My name is Marin Noggenfogg."

The name Gigervonte sounded a bit familiar, so he thought about it for a moment before saying it with a sneer.
To be continued...