Hogg opened the door and walked into Robbie's room. He was wearing a straight black aristocratic suit, a lacy black top hat, and a small red flower on his chest. He was full of coquettishness.
Robbie's room was in a mess, with papers covered with writing everywhere. Even the white walls were covered with modeling formulas that looked like graffiti.
Robbie, wearing rumpled pajamas, lay among a pile of research notes, sound asleep. When he heard someone pushing the door open, he opened his eyes alertly, stood up quickly, and grabbed the cursed torch.
"It's me, don't be nervous, don't be nervous."
Hogg waved his hand, frowned, touched his whitened teeth, and tried to find a place to stay.
This guy usually doesn't pay much attention to oral hygiene, and his choking bad breath is a big killer. It's rare for him to take it seriously today. It seems like it's really a big day.
"Hogg, look at me, have there been any changes?" Robbie pointed at his face and asked mysteriously
After applying for a twenty-day vacation, Robbie has been in retreat, studying "Whispers of the Ancient Gods" almost without sleep, and has achieved outstanding results.
Hogg rubbed his eyes and looked at Robbie carefully: "Your strength seems to have weakened and your beard has grown. Are you trying to lose weight?"
"Fuck you, lose weight." The twenty-day study was a bit too intense, which resulted in some bad physical conditions. My beard and hair were all messy and I had no time to take care of them.
But compared to the harvest, this is not a problem.
With a slight snap of his fingers, more than a dozen golden runes swirled around Robbie.
Using mental power to condense a full set of Punishment Knight runes, this is what Robbie has gained.
According to the strength classification of the continent of Azeroth, mastering most of the single-series skills of a certain profession can be regarded as an excellent level. Robbie's strength is finally that of a capable adventurer.
Unfortunately, Robbie found the wrong person. Hogg obviously knew nothing about rune casting. He nodded seriously, seeming to understand very well:
"This trick is getting good."
"What do you know? These are spiritual runes, the spell-casting skills of the ancient gods..."
Robbie had a feeling that he couldn't use his strength. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Explaining runes and spells to a jackal was not playing the piano to a cow!
"I said, you have to clean yourself up quickly. Today is the big day for the completion of the fortress." Hogg took out a brand new dress and handed it to Robbie, walked out of the room and waited at the door.
After some grooming and dressing up, Robbie looked brand new and full of energy. He was dressed in a straight dress and showed an elegant aura. Probably because he had been in contact with the commander for long enough, he had heard and seen, and had a touch of aristocratic style in his actions.
On the big day when the fortress was completed, Vanessa, the commander, was nowhere to be seen.
The person who presided over the ceremony was a human woman named Marisa Dupaig, who was a middle-level cadre of the Brotherhood along with the brainwashed nobles.
Marisa's eyebrows were filled with sadness. It seemed that she had not seen such big scenes often, so she was inexperienced and was in a hurry.
The brainwashed nobles acted as assistants and almost broke their legs while running, but they were also very busy.
As soon as she saw Robbie, Marisa immediately showed a happy expression and waved quickly: "Scrooge Kapol, come here quickly, I'm waiting for you!"
During the days when they were wandering in the western wilderness, Robbie Capol met Marisa and seemed to have pursued her. The two were old friends. Unfortunately, Marisa's heart was always with the nobleman who broke his leg. Luo Hua deliberately shed water.
Ruthless!
"Ah, isn't this Marisa? Long time no see, she's beautiful again." Robbie joked heartlessly, only to receive a big eye roll.
"I'm almost busy, and you still have the energy to make a joke." Marisa looked very serious and said sternly: "The People's Army of the Western Wilderness has sent troops to take charge of the defense of the fortress. I don't know who is more suitable to send to receive them. The commander said
I’ll come to you if I have any questions, and it’s up to you to make the decision.”
No, I'm flattered.
"Why the Westfall People's Army?" Robbie asked.
"You can count on your own people at critical moments," Marisa explained.
Damn it, aren't we the Defias Brotherhood? How can we be members of the People's Army? Robbie muttered something in his heart.
In Robbie Capol's memory, Marisa was a pretty good person, and she was more serious about her work. Unfortunately, she accepted death, was rigid, and didn't know how to adapt.
As for the brainwashed nobles, they can't even remember their own names, and they can't count on them.
Robbie thought for a moment, pulled Hogg over who was eager to try, and said, "Let Hogg receive them."
"Hogg, can he do it?"
Marisa stared at the mean-looking Hogg and asked worriedly.
"Don't underestimate Hogg." Robbie patted Hogg on the shoulder: "As a very nourishing jackal, Hogg has many friends, has a smooth tongue, and is very good at dealing with officials."
Of course, the main reason Robbie didn't say was that Hogg liked to talk nonsense, talk nonsense, and talk nonsense. This guy was born to be a receptionist.
Hogg shook his head: "Hey, leave it to me. I am good buddies with Marshal Grian Stallman of the Westfall People's Army. All his officers have drank with me."
Marisa took out a small notebook and wrote down that Hoge would receive the soldiers of the People's Army.
"There is another problem. There are too many buildings in the fortress, which requires a lot of manpower to take care of."
Robbie looked surprised and asked: "The commander doesn't care about personnel appointments?"
Marisa sighed, spread her hands and said helplessly:
"Our eldest lady never cares about such trivial matters."
Robbie shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Are those people from the fraternity here?"
"They're all here." Marisa handed over the roster with a somewhat disappointed expression and pointed at the brainwashed nobles: "There are only three of us as human subordinates, so the situation is very serious!"
Is this an encyclopedia of rare monsters in the western wilderness?
Looking through the roster carefully, Robbie's face gradually softened, he smiled slightly, and said confidently: "This is not simple, make the best use of everything, and make the best use of people's talents."
Marisa curled her lips: "To put it simply, take the mines of these four farms as an example. The person who was originally the most suitable to manage the mines was the senior miner Johnson, but unfortunately this guy went out to start his own business. I heard that Nagrand
There is a sword master in the Huoyin clan who is best at mining. Who among the three of us should hire him?"
"No need to go to such trouble!" Robbie opened the roster and pointed: "The leader of the kobold diggers is in charge of the mine. As a mining genius in the Jangorod mine, he is qualified for the job."
Marisa blinked: "Well, the digger leader is very good at mining, but he is a bit slovenly. The flower garden must hire someone. There is a priest named Fiora in Shadowmoon Valley who is very good at..."
"It's too troublesome, let Death 5000 take care of the flower garden."
"Death 5000?" Marisa was stunned.
"Yes, the Reaper 5000 is the latest model of harvester. It makes gardening very easy."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. The Death God 5000 will be in charge of the flower garden." Marisa thought seriously for a while: "Who will take care of the fishery? There is no one in our brotherhood who is proficient in fishing. I suggest going to Pandaria to invite Pat Nag.
, I don’t know what kind of meeting gift I need to prepare..."
"Pat Nag is such a famous guy that it's hard to hire him." Robbie rolled his eyes and said, "Let the old blind man, Slack, and the Brak brothers be in charge of the fishery."
The brainwashed noble took over: "The three of them are fishmen and they don't know how to fish."
Robbie smiled and said: "They don't know how to fish, but they can catch fish. It's better to use a net to catch fish, and to catch fish, it's better to go directly into the water to catch fish. A blind man can do the same for ten."
"Well, the lumberyard has a lot of work and lacks manpower."
"Sneed, the lumber foreman, is responsible for the logging work. Captain Talon of the Riverpaw Clan and his subordinates assist and undertake the wood processing work."
"The hotel needs a chef."
"The fishman cookie will do the job."
…
Under Robbie's arrangement, people in charge of the main positions were soon appointed.
The dwarf workshop is in charge of the goblin Helix Armorbreaker, the mage tower is in the hands of the ogre Grubartok, and the tauren Mr. Punch, who likes to collect weapons and equipment, takes care of the dwarf bunker.
The warehouse was handed over to the shrewd goblin greenskin captain, the goblin smelter Kilnig was in charge of the furnace, the leader of the gnolls in the West Wilds, Jango Spotskin, managed the stables, the ogre foreman Rakzo volunteered to take over the stables, and the gladiator Saint
The altar is temporarily represented by the werewolf General Heartbreaker.
The remaining positions, such as various professional construction positions, are slowly recruiting people, but there is no rush.
The cadres of the Brotherhood all have positions, so there will be no trouble. Marisa let out a sigh of relief, showed a happy smile, and said to Robbie:
"Now there's only one mission left."
"What mission?"
"Welcoming visitors!"
Marisa's face turned gloomy again: "Today our fortress is completed, there will definitely be friends coming to support us, and there will also inevitably be enemies who deliberately cause trouble, act according to the opportunity, and use tricks as they see fit. We cannot let people underestimate us and lose the prestige of the Brotherhood.
"
Robbie scratched his head: "As you know, I haven't been in the brotherhood for a long time. I often don't show up. I don't know who are my friends and who are my enemies. It's best to give me a warning in advance so that I can be prepared."
Marisa smiled: "No problem. If you are a friend, I will say: keep smiling. If an enemy comes, I will remind you: keep a low profile and be serious."
The gate of the fortress was opened, and the first person to come to congratulate was the Curse Sect.
The Curse Cult is an evil organization in World of Warcraft. This must be the enemy. Just as Robbie was about to grab the weapon, Marisa calmly whispered: "Keep smiling."
Is it a friend?
The envoy of the Cursed Sect was mysterious and mysterious. He wrapped his head and face in a cloak, saluted respectfully, and left immediately after delivering the gifts. He disappeared quickly. He came and went like the wind.
Robbie took the gift and glanced at it. It turned out to be the design drawings of the Flying Fortress Naxxramas. This was a great gift. What is the relationship between the Cursed Sect and the Brotherhood?
The second visitor was the emissary of the Twilight Cultists.
After hearing the reminder to "keep smiling", Robbie was already prepared.
Twilight believers are also shady. After giving the gift, they leave quickly and refuse to stay for a minute longer. The gift is a large sealed wooden box labeled: Frozen C’Thun Tentacles.
This is a super dangerous item, so Robbie quickly asked someone to collect it carefully.
Then friends came to visit one after another.
Gnomeregan and Great Tinker McNeil sent twenty alarm robots; Scholomance Academy’s gift was a special transformation item, Kasdinov’s Bag of Terror; Stratholme’s Undead Messenger sent a horse
Death Charge Warhorse as a congratulatory gift.
Silithus, the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg, and Princess Hahoran of the Qiraji Empire, claiming to be Vanessa's best friend, also sent envoys to send congratulatory gifts, also mounts, black Qiraji battle tanks, the Fire Land was unwilling to accept
Showing weakness, he was sent the specialty fire crow mount.
Robbie felt a little uncomfortable because these "friends" were all affiliated with the villains of Azeroth. However, thinking about the reputation of the Defias Brotherhood, Robbie felt relieved.
Suddenly, a guard loudly announced that the Eternal Dragon Messenger was visiting.
The Eternal Dragon, the mortal enemy of the Bronze Dragon Legion, is one of the evil forces in World of Warcraft. Like the Bronze Dragon, it has the ability to change the flow of time. It was originally a fallen Bronze Dragon.
What is the relationship between the Brotherhood and the Eternal Dragon? Robbie looked at Marisa in confusion.
Marisa also had a confused look on her face and spread her hands at a loss. (To be continued)