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.
"It turned out to be a traitor to the Hotsand Group. How could it be you?"
Nogfogg was too lazy to argue with him on the minutiae. He took a huge risk this time, not just to show off his words.
"The real Hot Sand is locked up in his treasure chamber. The current fake Hot Sand is a monster summoned from the statue given to Hot Sand by the black dragon."
Hearing Nogfogger say this, Gigervont's expression changed, but he did not immediately choose to believe him.
"How do I know if what you said is true or false?"
"Because I have been locked up with Hot Sand before. This time I contacted you under the entrustment of Hot Sand. If you still don't believe me, please think back to the Eye of Evil Energy."
Then Noggenfogg quickly spoke out several questions that Gigvont had asked the Fel Eye before.
"You are really sent by Streamwild!"
Gigvondt exclaimed, but then he realized something was wrong.
"No! Since you were locked up with Streamwilder, how did you get out? And what happened to the evil eye?!"
This is another very complicated issue, and Noggenfogg can only make it short.
"While we were imprisoned, Hot Sand chose to make a desperate move. He has become a fel warlock through the ritual, and now he is actually capable of getting out of trouble.
But he knew very well that even if he became a fel warlock, he was still no match for that monster. Even now, all the power of Kezan Island combined could not defeat the monster. This is why he has not been able to get out of the cage.
.
In the cell where we were being held, one of the monster's minions came to bring us meals every day.
After contacting you with the evil eye, when the monster minion came to deliver the meal, Hot Sand used magic to control him, and without causing any harm, he peeled off the food from both the face of that guy and me.
A face, so I can contact you as that guy on behalf of Hot Sand."
After listening to Nogfogg's narration, Gigvondt felt as if he was in a dream.
"When did that monster replace Streamwilder?"
"Some time after the Great Battle of Tanaris, Hot Sand said that he hoped to obtain more powerful power to defeat us by studying the treasures left by the black dragon. Unexpectedly, it brought disaster to both himself and Kezan.
"
When answering this question, both Gigvondt and Noggenfogg's emotions were extremely complicated. You must know that Noggenfogg's identity is still a prisoner of war of the Alliance. They just chose to fight against a common enemy.
Temporary cooperation.
"Okay, what is Streamwild going to do, and how can I help him?"
Gigvondt did not dwell on this, but went straight to the crux of the problem.
"Rousha wants you to find a way to reveal the identity of that 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 transform? Is it a transformation spell?"
Gigvonter asked while rubbing his forehead. This was his habitual action when thinking. As a top alchemist, he understood that being treated so harshly meant that the monster had power above the heroes and beyond the rules.
It may even be higher.
"I have never seen the true face of the monster, but Hot Sand described it as the ultimate flesh-and-blood life, and his transformation did not use magic to create an illusion.
But through the ultimate control of the body, he forcibly turned himself into the appearance of hot sand, so that he had the ultimate disguise that even you didn't notice."
At the end, Nogfogg didn't forget to add one sentence.
"Rousha said you are a great alchemist, and he believes you will be able to find a solution."
Gigervont did have an idea. Although this kind of transformation ability was something he had never heard of before, he did have an idea.