Azeroth: Sign in to Deathcap at the start

Page 394

All kinds of precious materials are innumerable.

It can be described as priceless.

Then Pfister's thoughts changed.

It is inferred that this may be related to the nature of the current treasury and semi-fuku.

The governance of the ruling class of the Firelands can be said to be quite primitive.

The distinction between public and private is not so clear.

I am afraid that there is a considerable amount of tax revenue belonging to the region.

——The one with the largest inventory ratio is the common currency element crystal nucleus.

The quality is also unusually high.

At the sixth ring level, there are a lot of them.

There are also a total of nine, which are at the level of the seventh ring.

One of them is still at the peak of legend, and it is infinitely close to the sanctuary level.

Ancient fire elves that are not more than ten thousand years old are not enough to produce.

I don't know where Leo Lis got it from.

Let alone this crystal nucleus with the highest value.

Even the most inconspicuous among them, it would cost a lot of money to sell it to someone like Kael'thas, ah no, the owner of a big family and a big business, who also specializes in the law of fire.

No one can beat 3000 million.

Of course Pfister didn't intend to do that.

After all, he is no longer in short supply.

To engage in big projects, such a small amount of funds is not enough.

And Pfister has already thought of a better use for these crystal nuclei.

- Used to create higher level golems.

I want to go through further deduction.

Coupled with the crystal nucleus of the Seven Rings and the skill of the sub-god, it is not a problem to create a batch of genuine legendary golems.

Nearly two hours after Pfister left, a pillar of fire suddenly burst into the sky from the fortress of Leolis.

Apparently the other party had returned and saw a messy scene, so he was powerless and furious.

It made Pfister, who was thousands of miles away, snicker.

Speaking of which, he was already ready to leave.

However, the Pantheon set heavy restrictions on the elemental plane, making it easy to get in but difficult to get out.

Until now, he has anchored the orientation of the material plane.

Of course, this is not without benefits.

At least it made Pfister watch one more good show.

Next, after finishing the final calculation, he directly cut through the space with Yan Mo Dao.

The tunnel that had been dark and gloomy for a long time was lit up with light.

His vision is no longer the purgatory scene full of magma.

Instead, there is a vast expanse of green wilderness.

But he didn't mean to be excited.

Instead, there was a wry smile on his face.

Because his luck is really not very good today.

At the last moment of passing through the space channel, the folds actually shifted.

Fortunately, Pfister's strength is strong enough to ignore the intensified spatial turbulence.

Spatial overlap is just a change.

Not disconnected from the main plane.

So he finally returned without any risk.

It's just that the destination is off track.

It wasn't the planned Karazhan, it just became the Hillsbrad Hills.

As soon as he returned to the main plane, Pfister immediately sensed the appearance of an invisible shackle.

His strength has been greatly weakened.

Only one out of ten can be played.

At this moment, he couldn't help sighing secretly, knowing that Aegwynn and Medivh didn't have to go to the astral world to do research.

Azeroth's restrictions are indeed too great.

Of course this is not entirely a bad thing.

For most beings, restraints and firewalls are shelters.

Only a top powerhouse like him can be turned into a cage.

However, where the rules must be obeyed, Pfister has nothing to say.

It can only be regarded as abiding by the law.

And he wanted to return directly.

But now, with a sudden movement in my heart, I changed my goal.

Teleport to Dunholde City not far from here.

The reason is that Pfister thought of his pre-arranged disciple Sal.