The exquisite music box rotated in front of Robbie, emitting beautiful and soft singing, making people drowsy.
This is Robbie's idea. When you have the power of the leader of the Brotherhood, it becomes very easy to accomplish something. Robbie is only responsible for coming up with ideas, and someone will help him find a way to complete it.
Walking on the streets of Jingzhi City, you can see this kind of music boxes for sale everywhere, with different styles and models.
A small magical creation designed by Kel'Thuzad.
"I won't accept any gifts for the holidays this year. I will only accept music boxes as gifts."
"If you love him, give him a set of exquisite music boxes."
Similar advertising banners are posted above stores, attracting the attention of passers-by. The productivity level of Azeroth is not high and business is not prosperous. The word advertising is still a new word.
The cost requires five or six silver coins, and it only sells for a dozen silver coins. Excluding transportation, labor, goods backlog and other consumption, basically no profit is made, and it is not bad if it does not lose money.
There is no patent protection on the continent of Azeroth, nor is there any awareness of brand protection. As soon as a new product appears, if it can make money, imitations will immediately come out.
It is precisely because of this consideration that the selling price of music boxes is so low, resulting in no competition at all.
Robbie estimated that it won't be long before music boxes become so common that almost every adventurer will have one.
When Khadgar and Med'an's fleet set sail, Robbie did not follow them.
He knows where his opponent is going.
It was an unnamed island, covered in fog, and Robbie named it Skull Island.
As the fleet sailed on the sea, Khadgar tasted the wine and read a magic note. Feeling a little tired, he looked at the music box in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Faced with the sudden popularity of gadgets, Khadgar didn't want to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that he just went out and bought a bottle of expensive wine, and the clerk gave one away for free.
This is just a simple engineering product that needs to be wound up to provide power.
There are only three songs in total, one is the chant of the siren. It is said that sailors at sea occasionally hear mysterious singing and get lost. Khadgar certainly knows what the so-called siren song is, but it is just that the Naga tribe cannot bear it.
Because it has a special rhythm, it is easy for humans to fall asleep when hearing this sound.
Then there is a song to wish you a happy birthday. It is a new song that I have not heard before, and it feels a little interesting.
Finally, there is the Minotaur Chief Band's performance, which is exciting and uplifting. It is good as an alarm clock.
Khadgar felt bored staying alone in the cabin, so he went to chat with Med'an. He found that Med'an was also playing with music boxes, and there was not just one, but a dozen of them.
It is said that collecting different styles of music boxes can achieve some kind of decryption. Khadgar feels very bored. In order to sell music boxes, the merchants have taken great pains. If there is so much thought, it would be great to use it in magic!
Khadgar came to the deck and felt the cool sea breeze. A sailor reported to the Archmage that the target was ahead.
Looking at the mist-covered island, Khadgar suddenly felt uncomfortable, and the mana in his body was affected.
According to the treasure map, the ship carrying Shadowmourne ran aground in the north of the island, which was densely covered with rapids and reefs and was not suitable for the fleet to dock. After careful consideration, the navigator finally decided to land on the southeast side of the island.
The fleet sailed into a heavy fog. This is a world of magic. Even if the fog obscures the vision, Khadgar can still use his magical knowledge to guide the correct course. The power of mages is not only their magic power.
There was a strong fishy smell in the mist, which was a bit abnormal. He clearly smelled magic.
Some huge sea beasts, or some magical creatures in the deep sea, their decaying corpses can cause various magical abnormalities. Khadgar recalled what he had learned and analyzed the components of the fog. Fortunately, it was harmless to the human body.
"Sir, no, something serious has happened." An orc soldier ran to the deck in panic and saluted Khadgar respectfully.
"What happened?" Khadgar asked calmly.
"Our food, those hard dried meats, are all rotten. It's so strange." The orcs said in panic.
Khadgar's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Take me to check."
Orcs must eat meat to maintain their combat effectiveness. This time, more than half of the 800 troops Med'an brought were orcs.
Following the orcs into the cabin, I saw that all the hard dried meat stored in the cabin was rotten, and a kind of tiny black bugs multiplied in large numbers. Fortunately, except for meat, water and other food were no problem.
Mad'an also followed out and was horrified when he saw the rotten hard dried meat.
"What is going on?" Although Med'an was not weak in strength, he did not have much adventure experience. Strictly speaking, he was still a child, and he suddenly panicked.
"Be patient. During the adventure, anything can happen. You must be mentally prepared." Khadgar tried his best to comfort Med'an. If he, as a leader, was the first to lose his composure,
, this team is destined to lose all morale.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Med'an was at a loss for ideas. He knew that once the orcs ran out of meat, they would probably become weak and lose their combat effectiveness in a few days.
"You must first calm down your own mood, and then comfort your soldiers." Khadgar glared and said in a reprimanding tone, "Finally, find a way to solve the problem."
Med'an had no choice but to bite the bullet and board the deck to boost morale.
"This island is not big." Khadgar secretly calculated: "If we fight quickly, one or two days will be enough. Besides, Med'an and I are both mages. As long as we find a stable mana node and start the teleportation
Just open the door, a portal leading directly to Orgrimmar, you can get as much meat as you want."
Khadgar was in no hurry.
Med'an's morale boosting efforts were relatively successful. Med'an was just starting out and lacked prestige, but who was Khadgar? He was the apprentice of Guardian Medivh and the mainstay of the resistance against the Burning Legion.
The existence of this great mage is a source of great confidence, and there seems to be no problem that he cannot overcome.
"Choose twenty people, preferably those who have served as scouts, to go to the island with us to explore the way. The others will stay on the ship." Khadgar ordered Med'an: "You also stay on the ship."
"Why don't we all go ashore together?" Med'an was puzzled, but Khadgar obviously didn't want to explain to him.
Med'an had no choice but to select twenty scouts, but he insisted on going ashore together.
"I am a warrior and must be at the forefront. I cannot retreat like a coward." Med'an defended.
"Okay!" Khadgar compromised.
We boarded a small boat and landed on the island. There were many huge skeletons on the shore. We didn’t know what kind of sea beast they were.
The island was covered in fog, and the visual distance was no more than five meters. Khadgar raised his staff, and the shining light illuminated the surrounding area, making everyone feel at ease.
Some rotten fishmen heard the commotion and rushed over. This did not cause any hindrance. Khadgar and Med'an did not take action, and were easily solved by twenty scouts.
"There are actually undead on this island!" Med'Angelo was a little uneasy.
"It's nothing!" Khadgar explained: "This should be a sea beast cemetery. The rotting corpses of magical creatures disturbed the magic field, and the decaying smell of the corpses produced undead creatures."
The team continued to move forward, and Med'an stepped on an orc skeleton and screamed in fright. (To be continued)