"Although Rice Tong is not as honest and cute as other Pandaren, you can't despise his appearance. This is racial discrimination." Robbie was neither humble nor overbearing. He glared at Samuelson and protested:
"The people of Pandaria are fierce and interracial marriages are encouraged. Fan Tong is half lizardman. Fan Tong, show your diploma to the general. It has the paw prints of Master Zhu Talan himself."
Fortunately, Robbie was well prepared. He found Grivolta, the peerless treasure merchant, and produced a fake certificate of the Shado Temple. Samuelson looked at it for a long time, but didn't see any flaws, and gave it to the prophet Velen.
Look, of course Viren doesn't recognize this thing.
Samuelson threw the certificate to the ground, stepped on it twice, and then turned his attention to the fraternity officials:
"The ogre Grubartok, the foreman of the Death Mine, the chief mage of the Brotherhood, a wanted criminal, come and take him down for me."
"General, you have recognized the wrong person again." Robbie stopped in front of Grubartok: "This is the ogre ninja Dago hired by the commander from Frostfire Ridge. I have a follower employment certificate here, Dago.
Ge, I met General Samuelson."
"Hello, general, Dago is nice to meet you."
Grubatok grinned and extended his hand in a friendly manner, but Samuelson quickly retracted his hand.
"General, you may be rude, but you cannot despise the natives of Northrend. There is no law that stipulates that we cannot hire ogres as followers." Robbie protested loudly again.
Samuelson was so angry that he was itching his teeth: "Who is this goblin? Don't tell me that he is not the bomb maniac Helix of the Dead Mine."
"Of course not." Robbie looked as usual: "This is Professor Explosion from Hotsand Port."
"Bastard, don't think I don't know that Professor Evil Explosion is a female goblin." Samuelson got angry at Robbie.
"General, you don't know something. The goblins waiting for employment in Steamwheedle Port all call themselves Professor Evil Explosion. There are men and women. Isn't this strange? Are they all doing this for a living? I have an employment contract issued by Steamwheedle Port as a reference.
evidence."
Samuelson was so angry that he scratched his hair, pointed at Death God 5000 and asked: "Then tell me what this harvester is about. Don't tell me that Northrend can hire a harvester."
"General, you got the wrong person. This is Zliak. The commander bought the structure from a smuggler in Ashkarin Peak for a total of five thousand gold coins. The commander thought he looked stupid, so he went outside.
Model transformation. Your Excellency General, there is no rule against changing the appearance of followers. If you don’t believe it, I have the sales contract here as proof.”
"Proof, proof, very good, you are already prepared." Samuelson glanced at General Heartbreaker: "You must say that he is a werewolf hired from the tavern..."
No, Robby would not be fooled like this. Followers from the tavern can trace their birth certificates, and it is most difficult to falsify them.
"General, you are mistaken. He is not a werewolf. This is the brother of the Khajiit Blackmane and the Skinner Goldmane. The commander rescued him from Iron Fist Port. Blackmane was grateful for the rescue and vowed to follow him to the death."
Werewolf and tiger-man, the difference between them is not much, enough to get through.
Samuelson laughed angrily: "Yes, yes, you really have one. Then, how do you explain this murloc? I don't remember that there is a murloc race in Northrend, and we can't hire it in the tavern."
The fish-man cookie is indeed the biggest loophole, but it is also not a problem for Robbie.
"General, don't you know him?" Robbie pretended to be surprised, and then suddenly realized: "It's no wonder, he is the most famous fishing master in Azeroth, Nat Pagle."
Samuelson almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "You said he was Nat Pagle?"
"Yes, that's right. Oops, looking at my memory, I forgot to explain that Master Nat Pug accidentally ate a poisonous mutant fish and turned into a fishman. He thought it was good and didn't want to change back.
Already."
Cookie danced the fish-man dance and shouted: "I am Nat Pug, I am Nat Pug."
Seeing that the cadres of the Brotherhood could not find any flaws, Samuelson turned his attention to Vanessa's followers.
He first looked at Kel'Thuzad, who took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am the Archmage Vargoth."
Robbie added on the side: "My commander traveled all over Draenor to hire Archmage Vargos."
Samuelson didn't suspect anything. He focused on Mograine and Whitemane.
"The bad men and women of the Scarlet Monastery are suspected to be related to many fraud cases in Lordaeron. Please come with me." Samuelson said coldly.
"General, you have mistaken the person again. Please allow me to introduce you. This beautiful lady is the stalker Shirley Hamby. As for this handsome man, he is none other than the famous Lee Royce. I and
The commander went deep into the upper levels of Blackrock Tower and finally rescued the hero.
Samuelson looked helpless and snorted coldly: "Very good, you are indeed a qualified follower and eloquent enough. Now I have to deal with the problem of the fortress seriously exceeding the standard. The scale of this fortress has exceeded the standard by five times. What is in front of me is
Everything is evidence. Let me see how you deny it. If you can't handle it, ask your commander to come see me."
"General, this is a misunderstanding." Robbie said with a smile:
"The general is new here and doesn't understand the situation, so I don't blame you. Let me introduce you to Qiyana Moon Shadow, the hero who raided the Dark Portal. Let us pay tribute to the hero."
Samuelson didn't understand what Robbie was doing, but he still nodded as a sign of respect.
And Viren opened his eyes wide for the first time.
"Heroes will live forever. It was a tragic battle." Robbie sighed: "General, may I ask, are the heroes who raided the Dark Portal the most qualified to be commanders?"
Samuelson made no answer.
Robbie continued: "The heroes need to rest, so I gave the task of managing the fortress to my commander. There are five heroes in total, all of them have names. I have the authorization letter in my hand. It is too difficult to manage five fortresses.
It’s troublesome, let’s just build a big fortress and save material for the alliance.”
Samuelson clapped his hands and sneered maliciously: "It is said that there is a resourceful follower in the Land of the Falling Moon. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved. But no matter how you deny it, there is one thing you must still remember. In astrology,
Taiwan and Chief Ner'zhul clashed, and there were many draenei present to prove it. I don't know how you should explain it?"
The trump card was finally revealed.
If Robbie talks about fighting Ner'zhul, he is destroying the peace.
If you say you are just watching or passing by, you are cowardly and deserting.
If Robby denies that he and Ner'zhul are actually friends, then the battle is just a flag-raising, and the crime is treason.
No matter what, Samuelson had reasons to capture Robbie.
It's really hard to tell.
This is called trying to inflict a crime, and there is no excuse for it.
It turns out that everything is foreshadowing, and this is the real trump card.
Robbie glanced at Prophet Viren. Viren's face was still expressionless, his eyes closed and he was concentrating, not knowing what he was thinking.
The atmosphere gradually became depressing, Hogg had shown his minions, and the members of the Brotherhood were ready to fight.
Once the negotiations failed, Robbie would keep them all and not let anyone go. This was what was arranged before.
Including Prophet Velen.
Robbie suddenly felt murderous intent coming from him. Velen opened his eyes suddenly, and powerful power filled the surrounding space.
But soon two auras restrained Velen.
One of them was Kel'Thuzad. Velen looked at this "Arch Mage Vargos" in surprise, feeling the terrifying power that he was on par with him.
Another stream of energy was vague and absent, intermittent, but it was greater than the pressure brought by "Arch Mage Vargas". Velen was like a light on his back, and the sweat on his forehead was pouring out. He felt it.