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After going back and forth, the two became good friends.

Of course, Pfister still didn't invest in him.

— After all, talking about money hurts feelings.

Too vulgar, he doesn't like this.

In the evening, Pfister returned to the residence and found that Brian had been waiting here for a long time.

So he invited him into the house to sit down.

Brian was also polite, and sat down with a big horse.

Then he took out a clay pot from the storage space and handed it to Pfister as if offering a treasure. He said excitedly, "Look at this, the water storage tank of the Night Elf Empire. It is exquisitely crafted and beautiful. I heard that you, no, The human race is very fond of objects of this era, help me find a buyer, and I will share the amount with you!"

Immediately he pointed a finger at Feist.

Then he gritted his teeth and stretched out the second one.

In the middle of Brian's clay pot, there is a beautiful pattern that looks like the sun and flowers.

Contains a unique beauty.

Definitely from top artists.

Even a layman like Pfister can feel the beauty of it.

And he had seen similar patterns in Medivh's collection.

It is clear that it is indeed the style of Azshara period.

But then he swept it with his mental power, and Dang even couldn't help but laugh.

The reason is that Pfister discovered that the clay pots are actually spliced ​​together.

The pattern and its surrounding parts are indeed real.

But this is just a piece of less than one-fifth of the body of the pot.

The rest were added by Brian later.

Apparently he was going to sell the remnants as real goods and make a fortune.

So as to earn the first pot of gold to run the association.

Pfister was extremely speechless about this.

Xindao, who said that dwarves don't know how to be flexible, this Brian is almost as good as a goblin.

(Dwarves do have quick-witted aliens. I remember one of the blood elves' novice quests to kill Alliance spies, and the quest target was the dwarves.)

At this moment, Pfister stared at the clay pot, thinking of the battle situation for some reason.

A flash of lightning flashed across his mind.

Pfister immediately said "Excuse me temporarily" to the other party, and left in a hurry.

Seeing this situation, Brian couldn't help muttering a little aggrieved: "If you don't help, you won't help. Is there a need to hide from me like this?"

Pfister was unaware of Brian's complaints.

Now he turned into a flash movie, and soon came to the headquarters of the camp.

I saw that the lights were brightly lit, and Lothar hadn't left yet.

When Pfister entered the room, Lothar was looking at the sand table on the South Road in a daze.

Because of working day and night, his hair is less.

Hair color also became a little gray.

After he coughed lightly, it was like waking up from a dream.

Pfister was in a state of excitement, and soon came to the sand table, pointing Jiang Shan: "Maybe we are too obsessed with the gains and losses of Khaz Modan's game, but we can find another way, jump out of it, and open a new game." Bureau, like this..."

Then he drew a long line on the sand table with the hand of a mage, so that the arrow representing the allied forces passed through the mountains in the southeast.

Via Loch Modan's Valley of the Kings, head further south to Pain Keep.

And concluded: "For example, sneak attack here!"

Lothar was annoyed by him, and immediately refuted: "Isn't this just repeating the same old tune and attacking the barren land? Our army has millions of soldiers, how did we hide our whereabouts?"

And Pfister's plan was originally immature.

But as we talked, it became clearer and clearer.

Now he also smiled and said: "Generally speaking, of course not, but what if there are orcs to cooperate? Of course the tribe will not take the initiative to do this, so we have to use a little trick..."

Chapter 95 Raid on the Fortress of Pain】

And Pfister's plan is not too complicated.

In short, it is nothing more than deceiving the defenders of Ironforge into thinking that the army is still there.

And secretly sent cavalry troops to attack the neglected fortress of pain.

The Allied cavalry was 25.

It's hard to hide the fact that these people leave.

But Pfister already had countermeasures.

Decided to adopt the method of pretending to be fake, creating a mirror image to paralyze the enemy.

If it can be recharged uninterruptedly, the ordinary mirror image can last for about one month.

If he optimizes it again and removes unnecessary functions, the time should be able to increase.

And under the effect of Pfister and the super magic skills of the Olympiad Legion, the cavalry can reach the fortress of pain within 20 days.

If the tribe did not find any abnormalities, the enemy bunkers were not coordinated.

It is not difficult to defeat them one by one.

Without the guards of the dark fortress, the fortress of pain is an isolated city, which is about to be broken.

If the tribe finds a problem, it will withdraw at worst.