Spellcasting Heavens

Compared with the sluggish expression on his subordinate's face, Duke Fakrest was undoubtedly much calmer, and he lowered his voice and asked the warlock next to him, who was shrouded in cloaks and hoods: "What do you think, Marez? Kirin Tor Council Are you capable of building a city that flies in the sky?"

"I don't know if the Kirin Tor Council can build a city that flies in the sky, but I can assure you that this mage is not lying, everything he just said is true. As for whether he got it from someone else Fake news will never be known." The warlock subconsciously retracted his big green hand into his sleeve and quickly gave his own judgment.

"Then, your suggestion is..."

"My suggestion is that whether or not the city flying in the sky really exists, he must know a lot of secrets about Dalaran."

"I understand."

Duke Fakrest nodded thoughtfully, and shouted directly at his bodyguard: "The people who released the caravan, return all the goods to them, including arcane crystals."

"Follow your orders, Master." Otto showed perfect obedience as always.

Although he himself prefers to use extremely cruel methods to kill prisoners, as long as the order is given, he will immediately execute it without hesitation.

In just a few minutes, old George and his daughter, as well as the surviving coachman of the caravan, were all released.

After the rest of their lives recovered from the catastrophe, they immediately rushed to the bottom of the wooden house and sought shelter from Zhang Cheng.

Old George didn't even care to take over the goods on the carriage. He held a small box full of arcane crystals in one hand, and held his daughter with the other. He didn't care about the wound on his head, he bent down and took a deep bow. Gong: "Thank you very much for your help, Master Mage. I swear by my reputation and my life that as long as I can reach Dalaran safely, I will definitely repay this kindness."

"You're welcome, I just did what I was supposed to do." Zhang Cheng smiled and waved his hand.

In fact, if it wasn't for the quest "Businessman's Ambition" given by the scroll, he would be too lazy to care about the life and death of a group of NPCs.

From the very beginning, he has been very clear about his position. A complete outsider, whether it is the Horde and the Alliance, or a greedy goblin businessman, or an evil organization like Syndicate, who can bring benefits to himself, You can trade with anyone by yourself, or even cooperate with each other.

But old George didn't know this, he still gave a grateful salute, and then carefully watched the syndicated robbers around the wooden house.

"Okay, Mage, I have met your conditions. Now please explain, what's going on with this so-called floating city?" Duke Fakurest urged impatiently.

Needless to ask, he knew that the mages' big moves made him a little nervous.

After all, whoever thought of a city floating in mid-air and being able to launch violent attacks on ground targets at any time would not be in a good mood.

What's more, the ruins of Dalaran are located on the shore of Lake Lordamere, next to the Hillsbrad Hills. If the Syndicate wants to rebuild the Oakland Kingdom, then this is a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

In Duke Falkrest's heart, Dalaran had better maintain its current size and state, with enough strength to stop the Forsaken expansion in Silverpine Forest, but not too much strength to estimate others.

Zhang Cheng was keenly aware of the flashing anxiety and irritability in the eyes of the other party, and comforted with a half-smile: "Relax, there is no need to be so nervous. Didn't I tell you that the Kirin Tor Council has no time or energy to go To you. To be precise, some heavyweight members of the Council are planning to take Dalaran out of the Alliance and become a neutral organization."

"Leaving the alliance? Neutral?!" Duke Fakurest keenly grasped two key points.

You must know that Dalaran has always been the most loyal ally and partner of the alliance since its establishment. If Dalaran withdraws from the alliance, it means that the alliance's strength in the northern part of the Eastern Continent will be greatly weakened. With three strongholds in Southsea Town, the Syndicate can sweep the entire region and rebuild the Kingdom of Alterac.

"Yes! So we are not enemies, not now, nor will we be in the future.

By the way, your way of making money by robbing the caravans of the past is too low.

If I were you, I would use another method. For example, according to the value of the goods, a one-time protection fee of 5% to 10% will be drawn.

After all, even a fool understands that there are too many robbers on a road, and there will naturally be fewer businessmen. Fewer businessmen means less robbery income.

Conversely, if the robbers stopped killing people, but used a win-win way to gain benefits, the number of merchants would naturally increase.

An increase in the number of merchants means an increase in the income of the robbers, creating a virtuous circle.

Of course, it's not enough to just collect protection fees, it's better to be responsible for the safety of the merchants along the way.

In this way, the syndicate will be taken from a criminal organization, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com is slowly transforming into a service-oriented organization.

Whether it is for your reputation or for rebuilding the Kingdom of Alterac, it will be of great help. "

Zhang Cheng, a self-proclaimed civilized person, really couldn't stand the barbaric and cruel behavior of the other party, so he took the initiative to offer a small suggestion.

He was a little confused. As the aristocratic class of the former Alterac Kingdom, how could the upper echelons of the Syndicate even understand such superficial truths and indulge in plundering wealth all day long. Could long-term exile lead to collective deterioration of intelligence?

"Are you charging protection fees..." Duke Facureste seemed to think of something, a strange smile appeared on his face, and immediately opened his mouth to propose: "You are really interesting, young man. I now officially invite you Join the syndicate, and as long as you can ensure your loyalty, I guarantee you will get everything you want here, power, wealth, power, and beautiful girls."

"Hehe, thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, you can't give me what I want." Zhang Cheng kept smiling, unmoved.

Join a syndicate?

As long as his brain wasn't squeezed by the door, he wouldn't make such a stupid choice!

Those who are familiar with the history of Azeroth know how unsatisfactory these guys are.

Zhang Cheng neither wanted to disrupt the history of Azeroth, attract the attention of Bronze Dragon Gate, nor did he want to become the leader of the robbers. He just came here to gain enough power to protect himself.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, and then think about it more. We have time. Maybe when we meet next time, you will change your mind." After that, Duke Facureste blinked his eyes cryptically, and then With his subordinates and captives, he slowly disappeared at the end of the forest path...