Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty One: Differential Treatment
Malfurion was definitely not stupid, he heard the hidden meaning in Brox's words.
If you just want to pick up a weapon, why do you need someone to accompany you? Even Brox himself doesn't need to go there in person. He can just send a few soldiers to get it, or let the Dragon Clan deliver it.
It is obvious that Brox has an important mission in going to the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande didn't say anything, so Brox represented the Burning Legion, perhaps the diplomacy between the Legion and the Dragon Clan, or other private transactions.
After all, Brox was a strange orc with an unfamiliar place. With Malfurion as a middleman, a local snake-like figure with close ties to the Green Dragon Corps, things would be easier to handle.
The cunning Brox turned such a big thing into a simple matter. Malfurion could not refuse it anyway, so he could only agree and pray secretly, hoping that he would not be in danger.
With a false smile on his face, Brox pretended to be affectionate and pulled Malfurion, and the two of them entered the Burning Legion's camp hand in hand.
The furnace for crafting the fel body had already been prepared, and Brox discussed the shape of the body with the Legion's technicians.
The legion's technicians come in different shapes, including eredar mages, bloated fel monsters, slobbering two-headed hellhounds, jumping imps, etc.
According to the customs of the orcs, Brox hopes that the face will be as ferocious as possible, and the body must be tall, strong, and powerful.
Malfurion was concerned about how to extract the essence from Cenarius' body.
Compared to the cunning orcs, the legionnaires were more willing to talk to the seemingly kind-hearted Malfurion.
Malfurion used his gift of rhetoric and was quickly welcomed. Several legion technicians who looked like officers gathered around and put forward various good suggestions for reference.
Soon, the technicians determined a plan to concentrate all the essence in Cenarius' body and create a pair of antlers. Such dense life essence could automatically absorb the power of nature and continuously provide Malfurion with strength.
The two fel furnaces were operating at the same time, creating a fel body for Brox, and at the same time began to extract the essence from Cenarius' body.
Brox abandoned Cenarius' body, and his soul floated unconscious in the furnace.
At the same time, several legion technicians wielded huge chainsaws and cut into the huge body that was half man and half deer.
It has to be said that the legion technicians are extremely skilled. Right in front of Malfurion, the chainsaw was running rapidly, all the bones and flesh were separated, and a complete skeleton emerged, with not a trace of flesh, muscles, and blood vessels.
Nerves and various organs in the body are listed separately. The electric saw is simply the most perfect scalpel.
The flames of evil energy licked the bottom of the furnace, and the furnace burned into a green color. The legion technician poured a little viscous evil energy essence into it, and added spices, bitters, rock salt, dead leaf grass, etc.
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Then, the technicians poured the flesh, blood, viscera, etc. into it and used huge shovels to continuously stir it. They used completely different ingredients and extraction methods for different parts of the body.
Malfurion was horrified to see it. This was not extracting the essence, it was simply cooking a feast.
As expected by Malfurion, it didn't take long before plates of fragrant "delicious food" were brought to the table, and technicians brought large ice cubes to cool them down. When these delicacies cooled down, they formed clusters of red.
Yellow and blue brilliance.
The legion technician carefully collected the brilliance and explained to Malfurion: "The three-color brilliance means that the quality is just enough, and the power contained is relatively average. However, we have exquisite skills that can make up for the defects of the ingredients themselves."
"Ingredients?"
Malfurion dug his ears hard, thinking he had heard wrongly.
When all the brilliance is separated, the "delicious food" on the plate turns into a pile of residues like crumbs.
Legion technicians shaped these brilliance in the air and added particularly precious auxiliary materials. The auxiliary materials were either five colors or seven colors, which were much more precious than the main ingredients.
After a while of knocking, it finally took shape. A pair of huge antlers with branches and branches looked extremely strong.
After carving patterns, polishing, magic and other ingenious craftsmanship, a pair of antlers was finally completed, beautiful and elegant, full of powerful beauty, exuding rich power of life.
Legion technicians injected Malfurion with anesthesia, used a chainsaw to cut open his skull, carefully connected the antlers to the relevant parts of her brain, and used fel energy to weld the antlers firmly to the skull.
Under the influence of evil energy, the wound healed quickly and returned to its original state soon.
Malfurion shook his head. Although the antlers were huge, made of exquisite materials, and weighed hundreds of kilograms, they were so light that they didn't feel much weight. They just looked like they were wearing a hat.
It has to be said that the legion technicians are highly skilled in craftsmanship and are not willing to waste materials.
Finally, it was distressed to match Malfurion's temperament, and the pair of antlers looked simple and unpretentious.
The legion technicians took the trouble to explain to Malfurion how to use the antlers, and promised after-sales guarantee. If there is a problem in the next ten thousand years, you can apply to the legion for after-sales service and free repair.
The premise is that Malfurion is still alive. If the antlers are passed on to others, the Legion can also provide transplantation services, but it is not free and requires a certain fee. The first transplant only costs one gold coin.
Malfurion quickly expressed his gratitude. He was deeply impressed by the craftsmanship of the Legion.
Not far away, fel furnaces were being built one after another. Malfurion looked strange and asked, "What are these fel furnaces for?"
A technician who looked like a leader said with excitement: "There will be a big move soon. From now on, this place will be filled with legion technicians. One of the top five hundred experts from the Burning Legion is coming."
Looking at the technician's respectful expression, Malfurion realized that the top five hundred people should be someone with authority.
After a long time, Brox woke up from the coma, and the evil orc body was completed.
Tall, toned, with beautiful muscle lines, his appearance is extremely ferocious, his fangs are long, his eyes are shining brightly, and his skin is flowing with brilliance, like a beacon in the dark night.
Malfurion could see that the legion's technicians treated the two of them differently. Although Brox's body took longer, it was more of a lazy effort, deliberately stalling for time, and was completed by some novices.
This body looked perfect on the outside, but it was a defective product that cut corners and did not even provide after-sales service. Malfurion wisely shut his mouth and said nothing.
Seeing through things without telling them about them is the wisdom of life philosophy.
Brox was very satisfied after being deceived. He claimed that his body was full of explosive power, more than ten times stronger than Cenarius's body, and most importantly, his appearance was so beautiful.
Malfurion was suspicious. Although he was not as annoying as Brox and was good at rhetoric, this was not a reason to treat him differently. Why were these technicians so nice to me?
Don't understand, don't understand.
Brox laughed happily and said: "Now I only need one weapon, Malfurion, let's rush to the Emerald Dream."
After the two people left, a technician asked the chief for advice:
"Chief Sir, why do we give Malfurion preferential treatment? How much precious materials have we wasted."
"It's worth it." The chief said calmly:
"Just because his brother is called Illidan Stormrage." (To be continued)