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.
Revilgaz, the wealthy lord of Booty Bay, even offered a high reward to adventurers and hired them to hunt down trolls.
Besides that, we have also lost contact with your priestess, Calesia."
"Carlesia lost contact?"
Zuo Si was surprised when he heard the news, and immediately tried to track the current location of this high-level priest through the connection of faith.
But what he found incredible was that the thread of faith was still there, but the person had disappeared.
To be exact, there is no soul left.
Accidental death?
No! That's not right!
If it was an accidental death, then Calesia's soul should go to Baator Hell along the connection of the land card.
But hell did not receive such a mortal soul.
So there is only one possibility, that is, her soul is imprisoned somewhere that cannot be detected.
Moreover, the guy who did it was very cautious and blocked the connection of faith in an instant, so that no one noticed it at all.
"Interesting! It seems that Zul'Ghrabi must be hiding some secrets that we don't know about."
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and looked towards the location of the troll city in the distance.
Although this jungle city looks very peaceful, it seems that there is no big difference from usual.
But he had vaguely sensed an extremely crazy, greedy and evil aura spreading from the inside out.
Has Hakkar, the Blood God, arrived? Or have the trolls summoned something far more terrible?
"Do you need me to send spies to Zul'Gurubi to find out the situation?" Kael'thas asked in a low voice.
"No, no need. I will go and confirm it myself later. All you have to do is keep an eye on these trolls and notify me immediately if you find any danger."
Zuo Si bluntly rejected the Elf Prince's kindness.
In his opinion, the population of the high elves is already limited, so it is better for them to stay in the rear and have children.
If necessary, he wanted to teach his pastors some magic that could increase pregnancy rates and sexual interest, and have the church organize group sports every now and then.
"Okay, I know what to do."
Kael'thas agreed without hesitation.
Because with the failure of the Burning Legion's invasion and the Lich King being under control, the situation in Azeroth as a whole began to gradually stabilize and ease.
Although sporadic wars are still continuing in some places, the scale is far less than before.
Therefore, the elven prince does not need to stay on the front line every day to provide magical support at any time like in wartime.
In addition, with the water from the Well of Eternity, which can completely solve the most difficult problem of magic addiction, there will naturally be plenty of time to do other things.
"Don't be careless. The trolls of Zul'Gurub worshipped the blood god Hakkar a long time ago. This is a very hungry and terrifying monster that feeds on blood, life, and souls."
Zuo Si issued a serious warning.
He was obviously well aware that the blood elf prince had a habit of being careless and underestimating the enemy at critical moments.
If calculated purely based on strength, Kael'thas and Hakkar should be considered equally matched.
The latter might be slightly stronger, but that's about it.
Even if Kael'thas cannot defeat Hakkar, he should be able to protect himself and delay time.
Of course, the prerequisite is that he must remain vigilant enough and not be suddenly killed by the other party.
"Blood God Hakkar? I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
Kael'thas frowned and began to search his memories.
Like many intelligent geniuses of the immortal race, he also suffered from the problem of having too much knowledge stored in his mind, so that many unfamiliar contents required some time to reflect.
After just three or five seconds, the elven prince exclaimed, "Ah! I remember! This is a Loa god worshipped by the Gurubashi, the jungle troll empire of Stranglethorn Vale. But later, the oldest Zandalari trolls stood up to oppose it and destroyed the foundation of faith in this god."
Zuo Si nodded slightly. "That's right. I have reason to suspect that the Blood God Hakkar has been awakened in the depths of Zul'Gurub. Otherwise, the trolls have summoned something more dangerous."
"What about you? What more urgent things are you going to do?"
Kael'thas asked curiously.
"I have an appointment with someone to go to another time and space to meet a friend, which may take a few days."
After saying that, Zuo Si instantly activated the power of the Planeswalker Spark and disappeared on the spot.
The next second...
He appeared in the middle of a dirt road with endless wheat fields on both sides.
At the end of the road stood a majestic city-state, as well as many huge statues and temples.
Even from a distance, you can still feel the majestic feeling.
Just as Zuo Sixiang was trying to confirm his location, a deafening noise suddenly came from behind him.
BOOM!!!!!!!
The ground suddenly began to shake violently, and pedestrians and businessmen on the road swayed uncontrollably from side to side as if they were drunk, while some even lay on the ground and prayed to the gods they believed in.
As for the livestock, they all ran around like crazy.
No matter how the master whipped him, it was of no use.
Following the direction of the sound, Zuo Si saw red magma continuously gushing out from the top of a mountain.
A huge amount of volcanic ash and harmful gases rushed into the sky, turning the nearby sky into a large gray scene.
"Well, I think this should be the legendary Mount Virus, and the city-state in the distance should be the famous Akros."
While watching the volcano erupting and boiling, Zuo Si muttered quietly in a voice that only he could hear.
It is not difficult to guess from these two place names that the time and space he is currently in is Theros, which is dominated by faith, gods and heroes.
Gideon Jura, a new generation of planeswalkers with infinite regeneration ability, comes from here.
Elspeth's Chengyang Sword was also born in this time and space.
The greatest feature of Theros is that when enough people believe in something, that thing will appear 100%.
Even the most powerful gods were created by the faith of mortals.
Once mortals no longer consider a certain god to be a god, even if he was standing above all gods in the last second, he will instantly fall to become a mortal.
After Elspeth was assassinated by the sun god Heliod and returned from the underworld, she took full advantage of this and declared that the spear in her hand was the real artifact, while the one in Heliod's hand was a fake.
Although the truth is quite the opposite.
But as more and more mortals began to believe in it, the two weapons collided in the final battle, and the fake shattered the real one.
Or it could be said that with the power of faith, the fake in Elspeth's hand has gradually been transformed into the real thing.
This is the most terrifying thing about the plane of Theros.
As long as people believe, anything, no matter how outrageous, is likely to happen.
Another planeswalker, Ajani Goldmane, also took advantage of this and used the power of the Shining Oil to fully transform his believers, ultimately achieving his goal of becoming a fully transformed god.
There is no reason or logic, and all matter and energy are shaped by the most extreme idealism.
Normally, this kind of place is the world that Zuo Si hates and dislikes the most.
There was even no intention of coming to the Seros plane in the original plan.
However, considering the person he was going to meet, he reluctantly endured it and walked towards the distant city of Akros with the merchants and travelers on the road.
Since the overall style here is inclined towards ancient Greek mythology, people's clothing and dressing are also mainly based on that period, basically just a piece of cloth wrapped around the body.
It is very common for both men and women to expose their upper or lower body.
As for the slaves, they didn't even have a loin cloth. They were pushed into the market for public auction under the scolding and whipping of the slave owners.
Occasionally, you can see various interesting monsters and humanoid creatures.
But all this had no appeal to Zuo Si at all.
Because he took a huge risk to come to Theros with only one purpose, which was to see with his own eyes Ajani Goldmane, who possessed the most incredible abilities among all the planeswalkers.
The reason why I used the word "against the will of heaven" is definitely not an exaggeration.
But this lion-man planeswalker does have such power.
If necessary, he can even directly create a soul entity with equal power to his enemy.
This means that even if the opponent is a planeswalker like Nicol Bolas or Zoth, it is no exception.
Based on limited information, Zuo Si had always felt that Ajani's ability should be to directly purify the target's soul, splitting it into two parts: good and evil.
The evil side of it continues to remain in the original body, while the good side is pulled out to fight it.
Since the two halves of the soul are evenly matched and neither can defeat the other, this kind of battle usually does not produce any results. It is more like a way to weaken, consume, or delay the enemy.
But even so, it still cannot conceal its power and terror.
After all, neither Nicol Bolas nor Zuo Si would want to fight with their own clones.
With various speculations about the abilities of the Lion-Man Planeswalker, Zuo Si walked into a tavern in the city of Akros.
Since the volcanic eruption has stopped at this moment, many people can be seen gathered in the tavern talking about the danger that just happened, and having a drink to calm their restless emotions.
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 asked 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.
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