"This is the suffering of our virtual spirits, so don't ask." Cretina's tone was filled with sadness.
Although this was the truth, it successfully aroused Osaide's sympathy. Cretina won the first round.
"They are my people, release them, I don't want to be your enemy." O'Said's tone softened a lot and he said in a negotiating tone.
Cretina was silent for a while and said:
"The number of kobolds is endless, why care about their life and death."
There was murderous intent in Ossaid's tone: "I say it again, let them go."
"Okay, okay!" Cretina tried her best to ease the atmosphere: "Why don't you make a deal with them, such as what you want most."
Ossaid narrowed his eyes slightly, the saint's teachings echoing in his mind.
One of the beliefs of Holy Light is to treat each other as equals. Brothers and sisters are equal, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.
If you want to become a king, you must go against the words of the saint. This is the successful experience from Thrall.
It's not a bad idea to sell the kobolds as slaves, otherwise we'll have to dig holes again.
"Do you have the weapon I need most? Can you blow open the walls of Orgrimmar in one fell swoop?"
Cretina said calmly: "Let alone blowing open the city wall and destroying Orgrimmar at once, such a weapon is nothing in the interstellar world. It is not difficult to destroy Azeroth with one cannonball.
But I can't sell it to you."
"Why? Are you worried that I can't afford the price?" O'Said asked unhappily.
"There are civilizational barriers in the universe. It doesn't mean that you can buy everything if you have money." Cretina explained: "According to the rules, higher civilizations are not allowed to sell advanced weapons to lower civilizations. Although we, the virtual spirits, do smuggling,
Buying and selling, but there are some rules that you dare not touch, otherwise it would be over long ago."
Ossaid mocked: "Do merchants who smuggle slaves still abide by the rules?"
"slave?"
Cretina's sarcasm became even stronger: "Do you know what a slave is? In the interstellar world, kobolds are not recognized as civilized creatures. They are no different from cats and dogs. I label them as pets and sell them. Very
To put it bluntly, kobolds are not qualified to be slaves."
Hello everyone, our official account will find gold and red envelopes every day. You can get it by paying attention. This is the last benefit at the end of the year. Please seize the opportunity. Official account []
O'Said was angry, but quickly calmed down: "Are there any certified civilized creatures in Azeroth?"
Cretina said unhurriedly: "It depends on the origin, such as dragons, humans, dwarves, dwarves, mogu, etc., are inextricably linked to the Titans, and are born with certification. Only those who are born and raised are natives.
Night elves, such as trolls and tauren, are not recognized as civilized creatures. It's funny to say that the Forsaken are connected to the Shadow Realm, but they are recognized."
Knowing that neither the trolls nor the tauren were recognized, O'Said felt a lot more balanced.
"Since you can't give me what I want, we have nothing to talk about." O'Said said rudely.
Cretina chuckled: "Advanced weapons cannot be obtained, but backward weapons can be traded. Although Azeroth's thermal weapons are in their primitive stages, they can be sold to you. As long as you can afford the price, you can have as many as you want.
OK."
Orsaid soon understood that Cretina wanted to be a middleman.
The production of thermal weapons in Azeroth is almost monopolized by the goblins and gnomes.
But neither of these two tribes dared to sell weapons to the kobolds.
It would be different if it went through the middleman Cretina. Cretina and Chen Stormstout were incompatible with each other, and they didn't care about adding an extra sum.
After pondering for a moment, Osaide nodded: "Okay, how do you calculate the price?"
Cretina pretended to be embarrassed, and the lion said loudly: "I have to take a big risk, five thousand kobolds in exchange for a critical shotgun, with fifty rounds of ammunition."
"I don't know how to negotiate business." O'Said said honestly: "But I know your bottom line. One hundred kobolds in exchange for a critical shotgun, with two hundred rounds of ammunition included."
Cretina was stunned. This was exactly her psychological level, and she murmured:
"How did you know?"
In business negotiations, there are experts who can observe words and deeds and judge the other party's base price.
But if you want to observe the words and expressions of spiritual creatures, it is impossible.
"I am a killer, and my intuition is very reliable." Osaid said coldly.
Cretina hesitated for a while, then squeezed out a voice from between her teeth:
"I agree, but there is an additional condition. I don't believe in intuition. Tell me how you know my psychological price."
"Since you don't believe it..." Osaide thought for a long time: "I just took a peek at your account book."
Cretina sat slumped in the chair: "You're cruel, five thousand kobolds is the first transaction. The blast shotgun and ammunition you want will be delivered in three days."
O'Said smiled and agreed on the handover location.
The door of the invisible spaceship opened, and O'Said jumped straight from the high altitude.
Cretina tilted her head, thought for a long time, and suddenly woke up:
"No, he lied. How could a kobold know the Void Language?"
"I told him."
Illidan appeared behind Cretina, leaving a clear mark on the smooth floor.
Cretina looked distressed and said regretfully:
"It seems this ship can't stop you from infiltrating."
"Little girl, technology and magic are actually connected to a certain extent."
Illidan waved his hand, and the brand on the ground disappeared:
"Look, I'm not unkind. If you hadn't known that I was nearby, you would have been killed by the kobold."
Cretina gritted her teeth and said fearfully:
"Azeroth is protected by a Titan shield. Advanced weapons on the ship cannot be brought in, otherwise it will not be threatened by a kobold. Lord Illidan, you are of noble birth, why do you want to speak for the lowly kobolds? This is not
Your style."
Illidan sat down with his sword and golden horse: "Since being defeated by Thrall, I have learned a lot. What the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion want is the confrontation between the Azeroth Alliance and the Horde. They only need a little spark to challenge
To start a dispute between the two camps and gain countless high-quality souls, what I want is a three-legged situation."
"Please give me some advice." Cretina asked honestly.
Illidan explained: "The three pillars stand together, guard against each other, and calculate against each other. The variables have greatly increased and the situation is complicated. It will be difficult for the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion to control the situation, but I don't want to be the third force, otherwise it will definitely happen.
Being regarded as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh, it is quickly removed.”
"So you want to support the kobolds as the third force to confront the Alliance and the Horde." Cretina suddenly understood.
Illidan nodded: "There is no one more suitable than the light-forged kobold. As long as the Holy Light Emperor gets enough equipment, Orgrimmar will be broken, Chen Stormstout will be replaced, and Azeroth will be achieved."
A three-legged force."
"Who will replace Chen Stormstout?" Cretina observed Illidan's expression.
Illidan's face looked ugly.
"Could it be that Thrall has risen again?" Cretina giggled: "Lord Illidan, it seems that you also have some disappointments."
Illidan snorted coldly and said calmly:
"Chen Stormstout has learned Thrall's thinking. He is Thrall's shadow. If he gains power, he will be more ferocious than Thrall. I don't want such a person to serve as the chief of the tribe."