Either you are desperately leisurely or troubles come in a flood.

It seems that things have come together.

Before the Dark Moon Circus could figure out the suspicion that the Dark Moon Circus brought to Old Tang was clear, then the mess of Varian's disappearance...

The peaceful and peaceful days seem to have passed.

After sending away Jaina and Egwen who came to seek help, Old Tang, who returned to the study, sat on a solid oak chair.

Leaning against the backrest and gently rubbing his temples, Old Tang, with a gloomy face, was thinking about the information that Jaina had finally thrown out.

[The Red Turban of the Difia Brotherhood, a few broken black dragon scales, an ogre's finger, a large amount of fishman's mucus and Naga's scales...]

【And...Shuharu's footprints...】

Jaina's words kept echoing in Lao Tang's ears. Lao Tang's already gloomy mood became even worse.

Lao Tang vaguely remembers in the game of his previous life that the alliance seemed to have a mission line called [Missing Envoy]. This mission line is related to the incident of Varian's disappearance, which involves several alliance bosses, including Archbishop of Stormwind City, Duke of Berval, and Queen Gianna of Theramore.

As for the task line, there are countless shrimps involved.

It’s not that Lao Tang didn’t know the forces that reached out to Varian’s disappearance, or that there were a lot of forces who were secretly instigated by the Black Dragon Girl, but he really didn’t expect it to be like this mess.

As a firm "**arming" or "migrant workers" who "required wages" became the scapegoat for kidnapping Varian under the premise of Princess Black Dragon's trick, which would not make Old Tang feel strange.

It is not surprising that those ogres with developed limbs and simple minds are easily instigated and instigated into this muddy water. Perhaps the price of hiring these fat people will be pitifully low, or even just a few trucks of food?

Needless to say, the appearance of the Black Dragon Legion is not abrupt. After all, these marine overlords and their servants have no favoritism for all land creatures. The pirate habits that traverse the endless sea will not let them miss any possibility of taking advantage of the situation.

What's more, perhaps the envoys led by Varian were exposed to the greedy sight of these mutant elves from the moment they appeared on the sea...

It might not be a big deal if these forces appeared one by one. However, this tacit understanding and interfering in this muddy water is enough to make all those who know about this matter secretly frightened and full of minds.

Enough scapegoats and a large number of secret weapons that set up suspicion arrays are enough to cover up the truth while muddling the water. The joint actions of several forces have even shattered the sights of the trackers and explorers.

If it weren't for the guy like Xiang Lao Tang who knew the truth, who could have peeled off these many clues and discovered the real mastermind behind the scenes?

After all, Azeroth does not have the "Wannian Primary School Student" who regards "there is always only one truth!" as a catchphrase...

Taking this into consideration, even though Lao Tang had already had some understanding of Onyxia's ruthlessness and had raised it to a certain level, Lao Tang still found that he had underestimated the cleverness of this "female dragon" method.

But the most important thing is... Lao Tang didn't expect that his tribe members would also be related to this matter...

In the disappearance of Varian in his previous life, Lao Tang vaguely remembers that his legendary aunt also played a role in it.

But Lao Tang absolutely believed that this time the aunt who was as good as a parent and child would never reach out to this... At least, the Magasa* terrifying totem would never rashly get involved without discussing with him.

However, although he denied his aunt's suspicion, Lao Tang's mood still couldn't improve.

Because Lao Tang has basically circled the category of suspects...

Who is acting without permission? Secretly colluding with outsiders... Old Tang almost doesn't need to guess that except for having terrifying totems that are hostile to almost all foreign race traditions, no one else will have this leisure!

This fact made Lao Tang particularly angry!

Now the title of Lao Tang is not only the Grand Supervisor of the tribe, but also the commander of the Dragon Gang Legion. He is also the leader of the Shuharu terrifying Totem clan!

Being betrayed and concealed by his own tribe, even if it is only a small part, is enough to make any leader angry!

Lao Tang always believed that his subtle influence over the years had reversed the extreme thoughts and habits of the terrifying totem clan in his previous life. At least with his repeated efforts, he gained the respect and recognition of these tribes who were overly paranoid, and led the clan back to the right path.

Even if I can't be called to make all my clan brothers swear to be loyal to death, I will be worthy of everyone's wishes...

But this time...

**The naked reality slapped Lao Tang with a loud slap!

"Gamor!"

Pushing the cigar that had burned to the end in the ashtray, Old Tang knocked on the table twice and shouted outside the study.

"Teacher, you call me?"

The people in the study were pushed open, Gamore's young and tough face came out from behind the door and asked tentatively. When he saw Lao Tang waving, he closed the door and walked quickly to Lao Tang's side.

"Release the Eagle and send a message to Anak!"

"Let him rush back from the Taorazu camp overnight to see me."

He bent his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly, Old Tang gently tapped the tabletop and ordered coldly:

"Prepare the airship, I will go back to Thunder Bluff when Anak comes back tomorrow."

Lao Tang's move to tap the table made Gamore, who was standing bent, slightly shaken. The "big inner guard" who was already familiar with some of his mentor's behavioral habits was very clear. This was the landmark action that Lao Tang had decided on his next plan.

And every time this action appears, it means... someone is going to be in trouble!

"Okay, mentor, I'll do it now!"

He received the order in a deep voice, and Gamore turned around and left without saying a word. But then he was stopped by Lao Tang:

"Wait, Gamore...there's one more thing."

Gently stroking a real silver statue of Kodo beast on the table, Old Tang looked at the bright full moon in the night sky outside the window, and ordered in a faint tone:

"Recall members of the KGB squads everywhere!"

“In a week…”

"Let them gather at the terrifying totem post!"

*******

Mogao Lei Grassland, Dark Moon Circus Gathering Venue.

The moonlight is getting thick, and the boiling and noise brought by the Taurus Chiefs band has not dissipated. Even though it is late at night, the crowds of celebrating and entertainment are still lingering in one strange store after another and playground can't extricate themselves. Celebrating this precious moment of peace.

"Ha, a gold coin."

"Your tank is so bad, thin ribs! Woo~ Hiccup! Uh, man, do you want another game?"

In the game area of ​​Tank War, a big ogre with a wide body and fat body, holding the remote control of the mini steam tank in one hand, chewing the Nomole chicken nuggets bought from the circus snack bar, and asked a vaguely-understood person dressed in leather armor opposite.

Looking at the mini steam tank with black smoke ripped under his feet and broken into parts, the Forsaken thief with two hideous stitches on his pale face touched the back of his head helplessly, and threw it to the ogres on the opposite side with a sad face.

Immediately afterwards, I used my bony palms to drive together my "scrapped tanks" like a butterfly, and I was obviously unwilling to accept the failure of this "tank war".

"Ha! Have another one? Hiccup~~~How many times is this today? Hiccup~ Shu Ruike, Mr. Didier will remember your generosity!"

He stuffed the chicken pieces covered with sauce in his big hands, and the ogre who claimed to be Mr. Didier happily began to repair his steam tank. Obviously, he thought he had won the bet for this gold coin. When many tourists and audiences watched this scene, they all laughed and responded to the ogre's boast.

The audience next to them had been watching the Tank War for a long time.

The ogre guy who calls himself Uncle Didier has always been the champion of this game and is also a big and small star here.

In comparison, the taciturn Forgotten Thieves on the opposite side seemed a bit clumsy in their ability to control toy tanks. Although he had a pair of skilled hands and excellent engineering skills, his mini tank had been destroyed eight times in just over a dozen minutes...

But the audience is obviously still full of interest in this asymmetric game duel.

The Forsaken thief called Shu Ruike showed a harmless smile on his hideous face, as if he didn't care about the kind and kind cheers and teasing around him. After repairing the steam tank, he had already bowed to the ogre and prepared to challenge again.

But the next second, Shu Ruike's face, which seemed a little dazed, suddenly flashed a vivid surprise. The next second, he threw the tank remote control that he had been addicted to the side.

Not far away, a strong tauren man who was squeezed into the front of the crowd was nodding to him with a smile, and his palm holding him in front of his chest was showing a secret gesture...

That was the KGB team's convening order!

...

Trade area of ​​the Legion Fortress. Kodo Beast Horn Tavern.

Although it was midnight, the atmosphere in the tavern was still very lively.

Adventurers whispered to discuss their next adventure plan, the generous guests yelled at the rock-paper-scissors, mixed with the sound of teasing with the bar girl. The bards played the harp and bagpipes, and sang the epics and legends that boasted heroes...

Everything is like the story described in all the fantasy stories of the bards, noisy and lively.

On the bar at the tavern, Cliff Caron was drinking a little wine, looking sideways at the two strong men beside him playing boxing and drinking, and sometimes he would yell at the same time.

With a black flat hair and an ordinary face, although his human identity is a special and rare alien in the tribe's tavern, he has not been much hostile. After a few glasses of wine, Cliff Caron was able to get along with the enthusiastic and simple taurens beside him.

As a former senior MI7 member, he is now wanted by a defection agent. Cliff Caron, who is used to being displaced and worried about life, undoubtedly enjoys the simple and sincere atmosphere here without any suspicion and defense.

"Hey, man, I'm treating you this!"

Just as Cliff Caron applauded the winner with a smile on his face, a familiar and heavy accented mainland common word suddenly came to his ears.

A heart moved, the defected assassin's left hand quietly touched the sudden poisonous dagger on his waist, and turned around to look at the origin of the sound. What surprised him was that the person who spoke was not someone else. It was the owner of this tavern, the taurus boss who had been in contact with many times...

"Relax, man! Don't be so nervous."

It seemed that he had seen through Cliff Caron's small movements. The slightly old tauren boss still had the warm and enthusiastic smile on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze, but his eyes jokingly glanced at the position where the dagger and short crossbow were hung around Cliff's waist. He said softly indifferently.

Pushing the human assassin a glass of ale, in Cliff's puzzled eyes, the boss of the Taurus, who was wiping the wine glass, made a secret gesture that surprised the defected agent...

...

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ha, a single red-armored scorpion!"

In the wilderness of the giant in the barren land, two dirty jungle trolls were crouching among a dense bush of thorns, looking at the poisonous large scorpion on the mound not far away.

"We can try to catch it. A scorpion that is so big can provide us with energy for several days, and they are rich in protein. We cut its tail off and the rest can be eaten raw. It has six times the protein content of beef. Of course, if time is not tight, we can roast it first, which will be more delicious."
To be continued...