Chapter 281

Zhang Cheng stood at the door for about a quarter of an hour. It was the famous Jaina Proudmoore who came out first.

The most outstanding new generation female mage of Azeroth looked tired and looked a little painful and self reproach.

It is clear that the disappearance of Varian Urien has dealt a great blow to her, especially the fragile peace agreement between the alliance and the tribe, which has now disappeared.

No matter who is behind the scenes, the top management of storm city will put it on the head of the great chief Sal first.

For Jaina, who regards promoting the peaceful coexistence of the two camps of Azeroth as her lifelong career, it is tantamount to pouring a basin of ice water on the hot summer - cool to the heart.

Her mind is very confused now, and she even keeps reflecting on whether she has done something wrong. Is her father admiral Dailin right?

Alliances and tribes are destined to destroy one party before the other will give up?

Aware of the inner entanglement of the other party, Zhang Cheng didn't say anything, just bowed out of respect for Jaina's magical attainments.

Shortly after Gianna left, madias Shaw also walked out of the conference room.

But he was not as worried as the former. Instead, he stopped to look up and down at the young mage standing at the door. After a full minute, he suddenly smiled and said, "I like you!"

"Hmm?!" Zhang Chengming was stunned, followed by two steps back to keep a safe distance.

Although he didn't think the legendary assassin would be a "fag" with bad ideas, anyway, as a man with normal physiological orientation, he would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable when he heard another man say he liked himself.

"Hehe, you seem a little nervous? Relax. I heard that you have made contributions to solving the magic plague, so I can't help asking what you think about the special goods transported by the goblins in the treasure Bay?" madias Shaw asked with a smile.

Looking at the other party's frightening eyes, Zhang Cheng suddenly understood the "big man"'s intention to approach him, quietly took out a small bottle of liquid emitting strange green light from his pocket, and answered in a low voice: "As far as I know, there are usually only two ways to transport so many dangerous goods to the dark city. One is by sea, but it is not safe to walk because of the proliferation of pirates and fish people. As for the second, naturally, it is to cross the Alterac Valley. My suggestion is to create an accident and completely discredit the reputation of the forgotten."

"Accident?" the corners of madias Shaw's mouth tilted slightly, showing an interested expression, while staring at the small bottle of unknown liquid that made him feel dangerous.

"Yes! Accident!" Zhang Cheng nodded without thinking. "I believe you should know that there is a frost wolf clan living in the Auckland Valley, and this clan has always had a very special position among the orcs. Even the chief Sarna was born in the frost wolf. Imagine that if the plague infection studied by the forgotten Royal Pharmacist Association led to the death and injury of the frost wolf clan, how would the orcs who dominate the tribe react?"

"Interesting, very interesting." madias Shaw took the bottle with a happy smile on his face.

No matter how stupid he was, he understood the sinister intentions behind the plan.

First of all, once the magic plague spreads in the frost wolf clan, it is bound to weaken the strength of the tribe in the eastern continent.

Secondly, according to the character of the orcs, after such a big loss, it is naturally impossible not to trace who is the murderer. Once they find that the culprit of all these disasters is the forgotten, there is bound to be a fierce conflict between the two sides. If the covenant breaks down, it is not impossible for the forgotten to be directly expelled from the tribe.

Finally, and most importantly, the forgotten joined the tribal camp is the result of the great chief Sal's efforts to overcome public opinion. If the forgotten did anything to harm the interests of the tribe, his personal prestige would be damaged, and many orc clans who didn't like him would begin to make small moves in private.

For the troubled alliance, any plan that can make the tribe disorderly is a good plan. In particular, only a few elite assassin teams need to be sent this time. Even if it fails, there is no loss.

"Please note that the bottle contains more dangerous things than natural disasters and plagues. I'm not even sure what unexpected changes will happen when they come into contact with the goods transported by goblins." Zhang Cheng warned carefully.

Because the bottle of plague he took out was no longer the primary version studied by the forgotten, but the version obtained after a series of killing variations in the song of ice and fire world. The infection rate was dozens of times or hundreds of times that of the plague spread when Kel'Thuzad was still human. It didn't take a few days, about half an hour, to kill all the residents of a city Into the dead.

Madias Shaw shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "great! That's what I want. In order to thank you for your contribution to the league, I'll ask someone to send a small gift later. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Thank you very much. If there's nothing else, I'll go in to see the Archmage." after saying that, Zhang Cheng turned to push the door.

But before he could put it into practice, madias shor stretched out his arm to stop him and said in a polar voice, "have you ever heard of an organization called syndicate?"

"What?!" Zhang Cheng immediately felt nervous and pretended that he didn't know anything.

"Ah, nothing, just ask." madias Shaw seemed to get the answer he wanted, turned indifferently and disappeared at the stairs around the corner.

Staring at the other party's erratic back, Zhang Cheng couldn't help taking a deep breath, cleaning up the messy thoughts in his mind, and then went directly to the room, stroked his chest with one hand and saluted the Archmage.

"Sir, I have encountered some problems. I hope I can get your advice."

Ansrem ruinville stood in front of the window, looked down at Dalaran in the reconstruction, and asked without looking back: "tell me, what problem can hinder you?"

"Look, this is a meteorite I found in a mysterious place not long ago. It seems to contain some extremely powerful magical energy." Zhang Cheng took out a meteorite fragment the size of his finger belly.

Since Azeroth has plenty of arcane energy, he is not worried that it will lead to the prying of the Archmage. Instead, he hopes to get some suggestions or inspiration from the other party.

You know, it's too wasteful to simply use this thing as a bomb or energy supplement. He thinks there must be better ways to use it