When he was a drunken child, he also once imagined that he was "shocked by the tiger's body", and then the little brother of the Quartet bowed his head.

Do you think I'm taking Illidan as my younger brother, or is it Alsace?

Well, in fact, this is like "should I go to Tsinghua University or Peking University", which is a pure nonsense question......

After Drunken Wind left Pandaria, the journey seemed to be smooth, but Drunken Wind knew in his heart that he had been taking advantage of the situation - to win over everything that could be won over, so that he could defeat his enemies.

Call the Alliance and the Horde to succeed when it comes to cleaning up demons.

When Drunken Wind was weak, he hugged Lothar's thigh (and even broke it), and during this time, he went around showing favors, picking on reliable races, and pulling up a vow.

So Drunken Wind has never had naïve illusions, and has never learned the skill of shaking the tiger's body - when he saw Gary Vixner's head bowing, Drunken Wind was startled instead.

And don't forget, Drunken Wind is invisible now!

"How did you find me?"

"Some necessary preparations." Gary Vickers didn't hide it, and directly pointed out some goblin devices hidden in the corner to Zuifeng, "Goblin thermal sensor, and supporting night vision imaging system - the product of Rusty Water Group, only 998!" ”

It seems that sales pitching has become a habit for Gary Vickers, and even at such times, he still does not forget to advertise his products.

"You should be quiet." Drunken Wind reminded, "This is orc territory!" ”

"What happened to the orcs?" At the mention of orcs, Garry Vix jumped three feet high as if he had been stepped on by his tail, "Damn greenskins - and brown-skinned bastards, they do this to the great Garry Vickers!" These orcs have no idea what a loss they have caused me! Damn it! ”

Looking at the toothy and clawed Garry Vickers, Drunken Wind shook his head, wisely chose to shut up, and did not remind this angry goblin, in fact, you are also a greenskin......

Finally, after a frantic spit out, Gary Vickers calmed down, and seeing the worry on his face, he took out a small engineering device.

"Rusty water chaebol's soundproof box, those idiots won't hear us."

Drunken Wind shook his head, not bothering with the stubble - who knows what else Gary Vickers had in his hand.

Obviously, now Drunken Wind and Gary Vickers are aiming to get out of here.

If this matter gets bigger, it won't be a good thing for Drunken Wind - although Drunken Wind believes that Gary Vickers can completely blackmail the tribe into bankruptcy, but what good is this for Drunken Wind and the Oath?

Drunken Wind is not a goblin who only needs gold coins!

For Drunken Wind, the important thing is to pull Gary Vix over and clamp down on the tribe from economic means!

And Gary Vickers, after venting his initial anger, also chose to be quiet.

For Gary Vickers, this house arrest actually says a lot.

First of all, their own security conditions are no longer worthy of their status!

Garry Vix's business empire is already terrifyingly large - and now it seems that the enemies that Garry Vix will have to face are not just petty pirates, but even giants like the Alliance Tribes!

Thinking about the armament of the famous real estate company in Azeroth, the Hot Sand Group, Gary Vix really thinks that the Rusty Water Pirates are simply weak......

This time it was the house arrest of the Horde, so what about the next time?

Is the alliance really not blushing at all about the wealth they have grabbed?

Gary Vickers didn't believe it.

Their enemies are no longer competitors, and now Pandaria's trade Garivix has almost formed a monopoly.

In this case, you have to plan ahead!

What to do?

The easiest way to convert money into combat power is to mercenary armies - but mercenaries are simply unreliable when it comes to alliances and hordes.

Now it seems that Gary Vickers has only one choice, and that is to simply hug the thighs of the oath!

Only the Oath is the goblins' best friends - they work hard to defend the world, providing plenty of business opportunities, but they don't make money themselves.

Now that I think about it, the oath has already offered two trade princes - not counting the fat-brained Rivigaz in Treasure Bay.

It is precisely because of this consideration that Gary Vickers chose to bow down.

What, you're ashamed to say that?

Please, when have you ever seen a goblin be ashamed? Joke!

As long as there is money to be made, Gary Vickers doesn't mind having one (or two) more strings of ancestors!

As a result, Gary Vickers and Drunken Wind almost hit it off.

The Oath protects the Rusty Water Plutocracy, which is commercially subject to the arrangements of the Oath and imposes economic sanctions on the Alliance and the Horde if necessary - perfect!

After a brief discussion, Drunken Wind and Gary Vix initially set the tone for their cooperation.

Now, there is only one problem in front of them.

How to sneak out of here.

If the tribe knew that Drunken Wind had discovered Gary Vickers, they would definitely make a big deal out of it in the first place.

Drunken Wind believes that Sal would rather go bankrupt than sit idly by and watch himself and Gary Vix reach a tacit understanding!

So Drunken Wind wants to secretly rescue Gary Vickers, the kind that doesn't alarm an orc.

It's a tough task.

Drunken Wind can enter the Emerald Dream by himself, but Gary Vix will never be able to do it (just kidding, with the virtue of the goblin, it's good that the Emerald Dream doesn't attack him).

What to do?

"Gary Vickers, is there a second exit from the Flame Rift? Even if it's a vent! ”

Drunken Wind probably thought of a plan on the way, but the key to the plan has not yet been implemented.

Drunken Wind was going to slip out of a vent or something like that that looked like it couldn't slip away - it was better than breaking through a door.

Although Drunken Wind has a keen sense of the wind, the active element of the Flame Rift makes this sensitivity a burden, and he can feel the wind, but he can't find a vent at all.

"Exit ......," Garry Vickers blinked a few times, "If I had to say it, I did know one—there was a big well not far away, and I felt that well absolutely communicated with the groundwater." ”

Well?

Drunken Wind raised an eyebrow.

"Wells don't usually communicate with flowing groundwater, do they?"

"That bite is different!" Gary Vickers shook his head, "I've tried to throw laxatives into the well, but few orcs have been tricked - so that well definitely communicates with the groundwater!" ”

Drunken Wind was dumbfounded.