After a while, the giant stopped resisting and struggling, and once again returned to its previous motionless state like a sculpture.

There is no doubt that without external force driving and controlling, the temporary incarnation created by the Dark Titan for himself is just an empty shell, without consciousness or perception.

This is also the reason why the ancient gods dared to take advantage of it.

Once the erosion or transformation is successful, N'Zoth will get a servant that is superior to most Titan high-level guardians for free.

Unfortunately, although he planned well and cleverly used Vashj, the spy placed next to Illidan, and waited patiently until he reached the deepest seal before taking action, he still overlooked an important variable in the end.

What's more, there are not only the Old Gods who have spies around Illidan, but also the blood orcs of the Warsong Clan arranged by Zuo Si.

So when Deathwing flew over the sky of the Broken Isles, N'Zoth's conspiracy had already been exposed.

Even if he successfully captured Illidan and Maiev Shadowsong, he would not have enough time to transform the huge amount of fel energy inside the avatar of Sargeras into shadow energy.

Looking at the huge metal body in front of him burning with green fel flames, and the Eye of Sargeras that contained astonishing destructive power, Illidan immediately realized something, and murmured to himself in a slightly playful tone while stroking his chin: "It turns out that all this is the result of the game between the three forces behind the scenes.

And I was just a pawn used by them.

Kil'jaeden used threats and intimidation to order me to open the seal of the Broken Isles, in an attempt to use the power left by the Dark Titan in Azeroth to reverse the unfavorable situation in Mount Hyjal.

The Old Gods noticed this, so they took advantage of the situation and sent Vashj to insert herself next to me in an attempt to interfere.

The coincidental appearance of the God of Contract, Soth, shows that he also knows my whereabouts very well.

So I was exposed to their sight from the very beginning, and nothing I did was secret at all.

Although I am a little unwilling, there is nothing I can do about it.

In order to not be someone else's pawn forever, I need to gain more and stronger power."

After saying that, Illidan turned his gaze to the metal body of the Dark Titan and the Eye of Sargeras which contained destructive power.

There is no doubt that as long as he absorbs and masters the power of these two things, he will no longer have to worry about the pursuers sent by the Burning Legion.

Just as the demon hunter was about to carve a magic circle to extract fel energy on the spot, the sound of light footsteps behind him interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around and glancing over, he saw that it was Maiev Shadowsong and Zuo Si who walked in from the entrance.

Especially the former, his expression seemed a little bit off, and his eyes revealed a very complex and resentful emotion, which was quite different from the simple hatred and anger before.

In comparison, Zuo Si's mood was obviously much better, with a playful smile on his face from beginning to end.

Whenever Maiev Shadowsong's eyes met his, she would immediately look away, with a look that was a bit like guilt, but also a bit like awe and fear.

As for the reason, it must be what happened between the two of them just now.

It’s just that Illidan can’t guess it yet.

But he was too lazy to focus on such boring things.

Because in his eyes, Maiev Shadowsong was just a difficult woman with an extreme and stubborn personality.

As long as they don't follow you around every day in the future, you can do whatever you want and be loyal to whoever you are willing to be. The farther away they are from you, the better.

But what Illidan didn't know was that his image in Maiev Shadowsong's mind had changed from a heinous criminal to another one.

This subtle change will gradually have a huge impact on the relationship between the two people.

As a fun-loving person, Zuo Si was obviously very happy to see this situation. He glanced at the black blood and tentacle fragments on the ground and said with interest: "So the person you met this time was the Ancient God N'Zoth?"

Illidan nodded without hesitation: "That's right. At least that's what this guy calls himself. Do you know where N'Zoth is sealed?"

“I’m not quite sure about this.

All we know is that it is sealed on the seafloor beneath the waves.

As for the specific location, according to the memory of the Titan Guardian of Ulduar, his territory and body should be to the east of the ancient Kalimdor continent, which is today's Eastern Kingdoms.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the seal should be in the area between the eastern continent of the Great Whirlpool and the Great Whirlpool.

But it doesn't matter.

He has been secretly gathering forces to build a special city called "Ny'alosa", which will pop out on its own sooner or later.

It will be in time to clean up then."

When saying this, Zuo Si did not take this Old God, who had driven the black dragon king Neltharion crazy and successfully twisted Azshara and other high elves into Naga, seriously at all.

Because he knew that Ny'alotha was actually a spiritual world or void plane similar to the Emerald Dream.

That's why the Faceless generals and N'Zoth can use this as a base to continuously erode the Emerald Dream.

Perhaps for others, killing N'Zoth in this special area is undoubtedly a very challenging task.

But for Zuo Si, who was immune to all mental and spiritual attacks, it was as easy as eating and drinking.

Moreover, he has always wanted to find an opportunity to strengthen his mental abilities and mental magic from the root.

Ny'alotha, known as the Awakening City, is the perfect sacrifice.

As long as Enzos dared to jump out and expose the coordinates of this city, Zuo Si would immediately teleport in to enjoy a delicious meal, imitating the old dragon Nicol Bolas to tear the entire space apart and devour it.

This is also one of the biggest advantages of being in the evil camp. You don’t need to consider too many other factors when you want to do something.

"You mean... we don't have to worry about these little moves of the Old Gods?"

There was a strong sense of uncertainty in Illidan's tone.

Because he had already felt how terrifying the power of the ancient gods was, he was really worried that while he was concentrating on dealing with the Burning Legion, these guys would suddenly interfere and cause trouble.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, you don't have to worry about the conspiracy of N'Zoth and other ancient gods.

Because I will deal with them personally.

What's more, the Titan guardians I conquered in Ulduar are not vegetarians either.

These guys were able to destroy the Dark Empire on the front battlefield and seal away the Ancient Gods one by one, so there is no reason why they can’t do it now.”

"Okay, I think I understand what you mean. Do you have any plans regarding this abandoned incarnation of Sargeras and the eye that contains such destructive power?" Illidan probed cautiously.

“No, you can handle them on your own.

It doesn't matter whether he keeps it for himself or gives it to Kil'jaeden to win his trust.

Just like I promised before.

You have free will and can do whatever you think is right.

Because I trust you unconditionally."

After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and patted the demon hunter on the shoulder.

This action instantly made Illidan show a look of astonishment, although it disappeared in less than a second.

Because of repeated betrayals, both overt and covert, Illidan has not known what it feels like to be trusted by others for a long time.

After all, even his biological brother Malfurion and his lover Tyrande, for whom he was willing to give everything, were unwilling to give him even a little trust.

Even if everything he did was to fight against the Burning Legion, to save Azeroth and the night elves from the most powerful force in the physical universe.

But now, a stranger who I had just met said that he was willing to believe in me unconditionally.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't touched at all.

But Illidan was Illidan after all, and he quickly regained his composure and rationality, responding without a trace of emotion: "Although I don't quite understand why you are willing to give me trust, I still want to say thank you. I hope that one day you will not want to twist my head off because of some of my decisions and actions."

"Haha, don't worry, if that day really comes, it won't be my turn to do it.

Because from now on, dear Lady Maiev Shadowsong will be by your side throughout the whole process.

I have just talked to her.

She and her army of watchers are willing to be a helpful assistant while keeping an eye on you.

I believe that as long as you work together, you should be able to cause considerable trouble to the Burning Legion very soon..."

At the end of his speech, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose very obviously, and a smile that seemed to be gloating appeared on his face.

no way.

When he thought about the daily life between the two of them in the future, he couldn't help but have the urge to burst out laughing.

And given Illidan and Maiev Shadowsong's personalities, what would be created would definitely not be a spark of love, but only a devastating explosion.

"Are you crazy?"

Illidan's expression at this moment was as if he had seen the arrival of Kil'jaeden or Sargeras, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently and uncontrollably.

You have to know that the person he hates most in this world is Maiev Shadowsong.

The ten thousand years of imprisonment in PLAY inevitably left some psychological trauma on this fearless demon hunter.

So even though he became the new demon lord of the Abyss and his strength far exceeded that of before, he still felt scared when facing Maiev Shadowsong.

As the saying goes, every thing has its own nemesis.

Perhaps Maiev Shadowsong is Illidan's destined nemesis.

Admiring Mr. Dan's almost distorted face, Zuo Si suppressed his smile and explained, "Of course I'm not crazy, I just provided a solution to the conflict between you.

You can refuse, but I can't guarantee that she won't continue to chase you.

Think about it, do you want to continue this game of chase, or reach a temporary settlement and gain a powerful helper?

I think any reasonable person should know how to choose.”

At this point, Zuo Si paused deliberately, took a step forward and whispered in Illidan's ear: "Do you remember what I told you before?

You deserve better than Tyrande.

I think Maiev Shadowsong is a good fit.

After all, a woman is willing to give up everything to pursue a man, which in itself means a lot of things worth pondering.

Besides, didn't you notice that the hatred in her eyes had disappeared?"

Before he finished speaking!

Illidan subconsciously used his demon vision to sense the changes in Maiev Shadowsong's body energy, and found that the other party's body energy was no longer red, which symbolized anger, but had turned into a neutral and friendly blue.

This 180-degree turn in attitude instantly made him think of many possibilities. He couldn't help but shudder and complained through gritted teeth: "Damn it! Who asked you to meddle in other people's business? As a god who can rival the Titans, are you always so idle?"

"This is for your own good. I've wasted a lot of time trying to convince Maiev Shadowsong."

After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the painful and tangled expression on Dan Zong's face, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In the next few minutes, Illidan and Maiev Shadowsong remained where they were, without saying a word, and an atmosphere of awkwardness and suffering filled the air.

In the end, it was the latter who broke the silence first, and said in a stuttering tone: "I... I admit that I had some prejudice against you before, and this pursuit... was largely due to my anger towards Tyrande for slaughtering the Wardens, so... so I solemnly apologize to you here."

Apologize?! Maiev Shadowsong actually apologized? At this moment, Illidan felt his brain being violently impacted by an invisible force. He even scratched his palm with his fingernails, trying to use the pain to confirm that this was not an illusion.

Because this matter is essentially no less than Tyrande suddenly divorcing Malfurion and accepting his courtship. Both are things that would never happen even at the end of the world.

At this moment, Illidan felt his scalp tingling. He had no idea what Zuo Si had said or done to produce such an incredible effect. He could only bite the bullet and respond, "No need to apologize. Just don't cause me any more trouble in the future."

“Unless you really surrender to the Burning Legion, you don’t have to worry about my moon blade being placed on your neck again.”

As the last word came out of her mouth, Maiev Shadowsong immediately used flash magic to leave this place that made her feel awkward and uncomfortable.

As soon as she left, Illidan let out a long sigh, and in his heart he cursed Zuo Si with all the most vicious and ugly swear words he knew.

But unfortunately, since I was only cursing in my heart, the latter couldn't hear me at all.

What's more, even if he heard it, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this "art of language" at all and would only laugh even more happily.

Now he has crossed the Endless Sea and arrived at the high elf settlement in Stranglethorn Vale.

Prince Kael'thas and a group of mages, who had been waiting for a long time, were now surrounding a small bottle filled with violet light, trembling with excitement and breathing rapidly.

After about two or three minutes, the Elf Prince raised his head and asked with a red face: "Is this... is this water from the Well of Eternity?"

"Yes, this is water from the Well of Eternity.

Since the Sunwell had been contaminated by the Scourge, I had to send people to take over the Isle of Quel'Danas and establish a base there.

As compensation, I'll give you this as a return gift.

I believe that with it, you can create a new Sunwell to alleviate the symptoms of magic addiction that have erupted since leaving Quel'Thalas."

As he spoke, Zuo Si handed the bottle of water in his hand to the other person.

Kael'thas carefully held the water bottle in his palm as if he were protecting a lover, and said incoherently: "Thank you! Thank you so much!

I really don't know how to describe how I feel at this moment.

Since escaping Quel'Thalas, my people have begun to develop a symptom called magic addiction. Some have even been tortured to the point of losing their minds and falling into madness.

In order to solve this problem, a group of mages and I studied it for a long time but failed to find an effective solution.

If things continue to develop in this way, many people will become mad with fear of loss and die.

I even had nightmares for a long time because of this and couldn't rest well at all.

But now, I can finally have a good sleep.

In the name of the Sunstrider family, I swear that from now on the entire high elf race will become your most loyal believers and followers. "

How important is the Sunwell to the High Elves?

Just look at those “madmen” locked in cages.

These crazy people who are addicted to magic cannot control their desire for energy at all. When the energy comes, they absorb almost everything into their bodies.

Whether it is arcane magical energy, shadow, death, life, fel energy and holy light.

In the original timeline, many blood elves could not control themselves and absorbed the energy of death contained in the Sunwell, resulting in a large-scale trend of undeadization.

The top leaders of Silvermoon City even had to send out the army and reluctantly killed all these guys, causing the already small population to experience a cliff-like decline.

Others who followed Illidan to Outland simply began to absorb more powerful fel energy.

In short, without an infinite source of energy to draw from, the only thing that awaits the high elves is continued weakness and extinction.

Because from the moment they created the Sunwell, they were destined to live around a huge source of magical energy.

Zuo Si was undoubtedly very aware of this, and at the critical moment he delivered a portion of the most important water from the Well of Eternity.

In the eyes of the high elves, this is tantamount to the grace of rebirth.

In less than a few minutes, he could feel the threads of faith connecting him to the mages, warriors, and civilians present, and each one was more fanatical and devout than the other.

"Have you found a place to build a second Sunwell?"

Zuo Si obviously didn't like this atmosphere, so he quickly changed the subject.

Kael'thas quickly shook his head: "Not yet.

However, there are many nodes in Stranglethorn Vale where magical energy converges. I think it shouldn't be a big problem as long as I spend a little effort.

In addition, the trolls in Zul'Gurubi have been becoming restless for some unknown reason.

They attacked a farm five days ago.

But the strange thing is that they did not steal any property or food, they just kidnapped the whole family in the house.

Fortunately, the patrol team appeared in time and rescued the farmer and his family of three.

"Oh? You mean the trolls in Zul'Gurub are attacking from all sides to capture human and elf captives and bring them back for sacrifice?"

There was a hint of surprise in Zuo Si's tone.

Based on his understanding of the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, these guys' customs are quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel from a modern perspective.

Things like blood sacrifice, living sacrifice, cannibalism, etc. are commonplace.

It is hard to imagine that this is a race that has developed for tens of thousands of years and established a vast empire and glorious civilization.

But normally, they shouldn't easily get close to the areas where humans and elves are active.

As a large number of trolls were forcibly transformed into forest elves, rumors began to spread among the troll tribes that humans had mastered some kind of evil witchcraft that would make the trolls weak and degenerate, causing them to lose their proud regenerative ability.

Therefore, in the eyes of the trolls, humans are the strong and dangerous party.

And the trolls' sacrifices have complex religious overtones.

Generally speaking, only powerful warriors or spellcasters are qualified to be sacrificed.

When food is plentiful, civilians like farmers who have little fighting power are not even qualified to be eaten.

Whether it's raiding farms, kidnapping farmers, or approaching human settlements, the Zul'Gurub trolls' behavior is quite abnormal.

Kael'thas carefully placed the water bottle into a magic box and handed it to his most trusted subordinate, then explained with a wry smile: "I don't know if there were any human sacrifices, but it is definitely true that they are arresting people everywhere.

Even the goblins who were cutting down trees and mining to make money, and the ogres living in the caves suffered.

藏宝海湾的大财主里维加兹，甚至向冒险者开出高价悬赏，雇佣他们去猎杀巨魔。

除此之外就是您的那位女祭司——卡蕾茜娅也失去了联系。”

“卡蕾茜娅失联了？”

左思听到这个消息显示吃了一惊，紧跟着立马尝试通过信仰的连接追踪这个等级不低的牧师眼下在什么位置。

但让他感到不可思议的是，信仰的线明明还在，可人却消失不见了。

确切地说连灵魂都没有了。

意外死亡？

不！ 不对！

如果是意外死亡，那卡蕾茜娅的灵魂应该顺着地牌的连接前往巴托地狱。

可地狱那边却并没有接收到这样一个凡人的灵魂。

所以只有一种可能，那就是她的灵魂被囚禁在了某个无法被探知到的地方。

而且动手的家伙非常谨慎，在一瞬间就屏蔽了信仰的连接，以至于压根没有察觉到。

“有意思！看来祖尔格拉布里边肯定隐藏着一些我们不知道的秘密。”

左思眯起眼睛向远处巨魔城市所在的位置眺望。

尽管这座丛林之城看上去十分的平静，似乎跟平时没什么太大的不同。

但他隐约之间已经感受到了一股无比疯狂、贪婪和邪恶的气息正在从内部向外漫延。

是血神哈卡降临了吗？ 还是巨魔们召唤了某些更可怕的东西？

“需要我派探子去祖尔格拉布里边打探一下情况么？”凯尔萨斯低声询问道。

“不，不用，稍后我会亲自去确认。你要做的就是盯紧这些巨魔，一旦发现危险第一时间通知我就好。”

左思直截了当拒绝了精灵王子的好意。

在他看来，高等精灵的人口都已经只剩这点了，还是老老实实待在大后方玩命生孩子吧。

如果有必要，他都想把一些能够提高受孕率和性趣的魔法传授给自己的牧师，由教会来出面隔三差五组织个多人运动什么的。

“好吧，我明白该怎么做了。”

凯尔萨斯毫不犹豫的答应下来。

因为随着燃烧军团入侵的失败，巫妖王也受到了控制，整个艾泽拉斯的局势开始逐渐趋于平稳缓和。

虽然有些地方零星的战争还在继续，但规模已经远不如之前。

所以这位精灵王子根本不需要像战时状态那样天天待在前线随时提供魔法支援。

再加上有了永恒之井的井水可以彻底解决最棘手的魔瘾问题，自然也就有了充裕的时间可以干点别的。

“别大意。祖尔格拉布的巨魔在很早以前可是供奉过血神哈卡。这是一个非常饥渴的恐怖怪物，以鲜血、生命和灵魂为食。”

左思郑重其事的发出警告。

他显然很清楚这位血精灵王子有在关键时刻大意轻敌掉链子的毛病。

如果单纯按照实力来计算，凯尔萨斯与哈卡之间应该算是半斤八两。

后者可能会稍微强一点，但也就仅此而已了。

凯尔萨斯就算打不过哈卡，自保和拖延时间总还是没问题的。

当然，前提是他要保持足够的警惕心，不会被对方突然一下子干掉。

“血神哈卡？我好像在什么地方听到过这个名字。”

凯尔萨斯皱起眉头开始在记忆中进行搜索。

与很多足够聪明的长生种族天才一样，他也饱受脑海中存储了太多的知识的困扰，以至于许多生僻的内容需要一点时间来反映。

仅仅三五几秒钟之后，这位精灵王子就立刻惊呼道：“啊！我想起来了！这是一个被荆棘谷丛林巨魔帝国——古拉巴什供奉的洛阿神。不过后来最古老的赞达拉巨魔站出来反对，摧毁了关于这个神的信仰根基。”

左思略微点了下头：“没错。我有理由怀疑，血神哈卡已经在祖尔格拉布的深处被唤醒了。不然的话就是巨魔又召唤出了什么更危险的东西。”

“那你呢？你又要去忙什么更紧急的事情？”

凯尔萨斯十分好奇的追问了一句。

“我跟别人约好了，要去其他时空见一个朋友，可能需要花费上几天时间。”

说罢，左思瞬间启动旅法师火花的力量消失在原地。

下一秒……

他整个人便出现一条两旁全部都是一望无际麦田的土路中间。

在道路前方的尽头耸立着一座巍峨壮丽的城邦，以及许多巨大的雕像和神殿。

即便是隔着老远也依旧能够体会到那种气势恢宏的感觉。

正当左思想要确认自己所处的位置时，身后突然传来震耳欲聋的巨响。

轰隆！！！！！

地面瞬间开始剧烈的颤抖，道路上的行人和商旅纷纷像喝醉了一样不受控制的左右摇晃，还有的干脆趴在地上向自己所信奉的神明祈祷。

至于牲畜，全部都想疯了一样的四处乱窜。

任凭主人怎么抽打都没有半点用处。

顺着声音发出的方向，左思看到了一座高山顶端正在不断向外喷涌出赤红色的岩浆。

海量的火山灰和有害气体直冲云霄，把附近的天空都染成了一大片灰蒙蒙的景象。

“好吧，我想这应该就是传说中的维鲁斯山，而远处那座城邦应该就是大名鼎鼎的阿喀洛斯。”

左思一边注视着不断喷发沸腾的火山，一边用只有自己才能听见的声音小声嘀咕。

光从这个两个地名就不难猜出，他目前所在的时空正是由于信仰、神明和英雄主导的塞洛斯。

新生代旅法师中拥有无限再生能力的基定·尤拉就是来自这里。

艾紫培的承阳剑也诞生自这个时空。

塞洛斯最大的特点就是当有足够多的人相信某个东西，那么这个东西就会百分之百的出现。

即便是拥有最强大力量的神，也是由凡人的信仰创造出来的。

一旦凡人不再认为某个神还是神，那么即便他上一秒还屹立在所有神明之上，也会瞬间跌落成为凡人。

艾紫培在遭到太阳神赫利欧德的暗算死亡后从冥界归来，就充分利用过这一点，宣称自己手上的长矛才是真正的神器，而赫利欧德手上的则是赝品。

尽管真相是完全反过来的。

可随着相信的凡人越来越多，在最终决战的时候两把武器发生碰撞，结果赝品粉碎了真品。

或者说在信仰的力量加持下，艾紫培手上原本的赝品已经逐渐被转化成了真品。

这就是塞洛斯时空最可怕的地方。

只要人们相信，甭管多么离谱的事情都有可能会发生。

另外一位旅法师金鬃阿耶尼也同样是利用了这一点，通过借助烁油的力量完化信徒，最终实现了完化神明的目标。

不讲道理、没有逻辑，一切物质和能量都是由最极端的唯心主义塑造。

正常来说这样的地方是左思最讨厌、最不喜欢的世界。

甚至在原本的计划中压根就没有要来塞洛斯时空的意思。

不过考虑到此行要见的人，他还是勉强忍耐了下来，与路上的商人和旅行者一起朝着远处的阿喀洛斯城走去。

由于这里的整体风格是倾向于古希腊神话，所以人们的穿戴打扮也以那个时期为主，基本就是一块布包在身上。

不管男女袒露上身或下身都是很平常的事情。

至于那些奴隶，甚至连一块围腰布都没有，在奴隶主的呵斥与鞭打下被推进市场进行公开叫价拍卖。

偶尔还能看到各种有趣的怪物和类人生物。

不过这一切对左思都没有半点吸引力。

因为他冒着巨大的风险来到塞洛斯只有一个目的，那就是亲眼见一见所有旅法师中拥有最逆天能力的金鬃阿耶尼。

之所以用了“逆天”这个词，绝对不是什么夸张的形容。

而是这位狮人旅法师的确有这样的力量。

如果有需要，他甚至可以直接创造出一个与敌人同等力量的灵魂实体。

也就是说哪怕对手是尼可·波拉斯或左思这样的旅法师也不例外。

根据有限的情报，左思一直都觉得阿耶尼的能力应该是直接净化目标的灵魂，使其分裂成善与恶两个部分。

其中恶的一面继续留在原本的身体中，而善良的一面则被拉出来与之进行战斗。

由于两半灵魂势均力敌谁也打不过谁，所以这种战斗通常不会有什么结果，更像是一种对敌人的削弱、消耗，亦或是拖延时间。

可即便如此，仍旧无法掩盖它的强大和恐怖。

毕竟不管是尼可·波拉斯还是左思，都绝对不会想要跟自己的复制人打上一场。

带着对于狮人旅法师能力的各种猜测，左思走进了阿喀洛斯城内的一家酒馆。

由于此刻的火山喷发已经停止，所以酒馆内能看到许多人都聚集在这里谈论着刚才发生的危险，顺便喝上一杯来稳定躁动不安的情绪。

Thanks to the constant magical effect of Eloquent, he understood the conversation of these people effortlessly. He threw a gold coin to the bartender and asked him to serve him a drink.

I saw a man who looked to be around thirty years old taking out a bottle of the best wine from the cabinet, pouring about one-sixth of it directly into the glass, then gently placing it on the bar and pushing it forward.

"Here, your drink. This is some of the best liquor in the store. Drink it slowly. I don't want to see it spray out of your mouth and spread everywhere."

"Thanks!"

Zuo Si raised the cup to gesture, then tilted his head back and drank it all.

moment!

He felt a burning sensation in his mouth and throat. Most people would have started to feel suffocated by now and would have had no choice but to spit out the liquor.

Fortunately, Zuo Si's physical attributes had long been in the non-human category, so he was not moved at all and directly controlled the cup and the second gold coin and pushed them over.

This undoubtedly surprised the bartender and other drunkards who were waiting to see the joke.

The former took the opportunity to pour the wine and asked with interest: "You are not a local, right? I don't remember seeing a stranger like you in Akros."

"Yes, I come from a very far away place and I am here to look for someone. Have you seen a combination of a lion man and a human female knight recently?" Zuo Si asked in a deliberately casual manner.

"A lion man and a human female knight? This combination is really rare. But if you can afford it, I don't mind helping to find out."

The bartender placed the refilled glass in front of Zuo Si and made a very obscure gesture.

No doubt, like many tavern operators, he also sells intelligence on the side.

And the latter should be the main source of income.

After all, you can only make a few dollars by selling alcohol, and one piece of information will cost at least a hundred gold coins.

Zuo Si was also very familiar with this, and he simply took out a lower pocket full of gold coins and threw it to the other party.

The bartender took it and weighed it, then opened it and checked its quality. He soon showed a satisfied expression: "The pattern is exquisite and the gold content is high. The gold coin you paid is of very good quality."

"What about the information I want?"

Zuo Si urged with an impatient look.

"Don't worry, give me a little time."

As he said that, the bartender turned around, opened the door, walked into the kitchen, and whispered something to a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The latter immediately understood and rushed out at a very fast speed, moving quickly in the hall like a butterfly with a tray of beer in his hand and chatting with the guests.

When leaving, they would leave a few beers as a thank you gift.

About ten minutes later, the young man came over with an empty plate, sat down on the bar next to Zuo Si, and reported in a low voice: "According to the words of a businessman, two mercenaries and some street thugs, it can be basically concluded that the person you are looking for is in this city right now. Maybe you can consider looking for them in the market or the Hall of Victory. They have appeared in these places before."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Zuo Si stood up without saying a word and walked outside.

After he opened the door and disappeared into the bustling street, the boy couldn't help but ask the bartender, "Who was that guy who paid for the information just now? Why does he give people such a strange feeling?"

"Don't pry into the privacy of our customers. This is the iron rule of our industry. Have you forgotten it?" the bartender scolded angrily.

But the young man was obviously not convinced and rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Come on. We are just in the business of getting gossip, not a strictly secret intelligence organization. And the man just now is obviously not ordinary. I bet that the information about him will make us a fortune sooner or later."

"Idiot! You're afraid you'll get the money but not spend it. Didn't you notice that the money appeared out of thin air when he took it out? Now get out of here and do odd jobs in the kitchen."

The bartender woke the boy from his daydream with the empty wine glass in his hand, pinched his neck and threw him into the kitchen, then slammed the door.

After doing all this, he turned his eyes to the street outside the tavern.

Just a dozen seconds ago, another group of small gangs who had nothing to do all day and relied on stealing, robbing and defrauding also followed Zuo Si out.

After all, people who are willing to pay a large sum of money for intelligence are definitely not poor, and are the ideal targets for robbery.

It was foreseeable that something must have happened in the alley by now.

The bartender didn't care about the life and death of a group of homeless people, but he was a little worried about what to do if they died in a tragic way and the alley was covered with blood and flesh.