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The scouts in the army are simple and precise, and the targets are small for maneuvering and hiding, but the camp here is surprisingly large, with hundreds of gray tents lined up among the trees, like an army stationed here.

"The whole western forest, the plains, the coastline, all searched, and found nothing. Trixie pointed to the map. "We suspect that they have hidden their hideouts with some kind of magic, but magic detection takes time, and our magicians and priests are severely undernumerous. ”

"I don't have anyone to make it up to you, Trixis, the army's combat formation can't be changed, without magicians and sacrifices, the army will have no means of defense, and the soldiers' combat uniforms will be unmaintained, and we can only use stupid methods to search little by little. Benny sat behind his desk, flipping through the information he had recently gathered, trying to find some clues, if not stopping the demons, and knowing where they started the plague.

Trixie's eyes rolled, and she didn't look at Benny, just at the battle map.

"Great Lord, the Intelligence Department is in short supply, the scouts in the army are good, and with a little training, they can be qualified for the work of field intelligence officers, can we select some people from the army to supplement the Intelligence Department?"

"No way. Benny looked up. "Don't worry about crooked brains, you already have the right of first choice for the recruits who join every year, now thinking about this, it's better to think about how to swallow Ravenhold as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" Trixie just gave it a try with a fluke mind, it didn't matter if it didn't succeed.

"Durontal's intelligence is valid for a week?" Benny frowned as he looked at the scroll in his hand, which only reported that Thrall had returned from the Outlands and brought back Garrosh and some insignificant military personnel, which was not very valuable news, but the time limit was too long, and in a week's time, any accident could happen.

"The orcs have refused to allow us to establish a 'liaison station' in Durotar, and our intelligence agents can only follow the caravan to and from Orgrimmar, and a week is already the limit of what we can do at the moment. ”

"Find a way to recruit some goblins as peripheral intelligence agents as soon as possible, most of these guys only recognize money, and their loyalty is measured in gold coins, and I will let the logistics department allocate the funds to you." ”

"I understand, we are already in contact with those goblins, and we originally planned to buy some engineering technology that the research department is interested in, but I didn't expect them to be so useful. ”

"Be careful of those guys, they can betray the tribe for money, they can also betray us, keep a one-line connection, don't expose ourselves. "Although it's just a normal intelligence acquisition, and I don't plan to do anything to the tribe, but it's better to be careful, now that Thrall is in power, he won't care about these small sections, and it's different if he changes to an orc.

"Yes. Trixis nodded, continuing to look down at the map to mark the areas the scouts had explored.

"Huh?" Benny looked up, and someone hurried closer to the tent.

"Your Excellency, it's a scout!" the guard announced, unleashing the tent.

"Come in. Benny put down the scroll and stood up.

"First Legion Scout Third Squad, Reddy, Codename 14435!" the scout reported.

"Is it urgent news?" Benny asked directly.

"Yes! Two of our squads were attacked on the coast seventeen thousand yards to the north, and the attackers were some ------ some ------," Reddy didn't know how to describe the monsters. "Some dead werewolves. ”

Benny's face tightened.

"Let's talk about the specifics!"

"The attackers, a total of fourteen people, have all been annihilated, seven scouts have been seriously wounded------- and two have been killed. Reddy lowered her head.

"What about the bodies of the attackers, and what about the wounded?"

"The others were destroyed, and only two bodies were brought back, but they were badly burned, and the injured scouts were treated in the sacrificial group. ”

"Trixis!" Benny beckoned, and followed the scout out of the tent. "Contact Ciel, withdraw all scouts!"

"Yes!"

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"Your pets have been wiped out, Tikdios, by less than thirty mortals, and they don't seem to be as useful as you say. Zakun sat on a boulder, looking at his evil power axe and smiling disdainfully. "Have you ever thought about this failure?"

"I'm starting to get tired of you, Zakun! The will of the Burning Legion is above all else! We are all in the service of the Legion, I hope you don't forget that!"

Tikdios disappeared into thin air, seemingly impatient with Zakun.

"Failure?" said Tikdios to himself in an empty cell, green eyes peeking out of the iron cages around him, and the beast's low purr was remembered from time to time. "These inferior races will never understand what success is. ”

As the Overseer and conspirator of the Burning Legion, Nazrezm has another layer of identity ------ scientists, of course, they may not be strictly speaking, they are not scholars, but when it comes to the study of plague and dark magic, no other demon can match, the most powerful lords, Tikdios is the best of them, the plague of natural disasters is in a sense from them, and as early as two thousand years ago, the Dreadlord has begun to spread their plague and fear in Azeroth, and the division of the Arathso Empire has always had a lot to do with these demons。

"Master, seven people have been infected with the plague, but our scouts can't get close to their camp, and we can't observe the plague's aftermath. A legionary engineer more bizarre than his Morgar walked through the hole, a disgusting and flattering smile on his pus-covered face.

"It's okay, clean up, we're getting out of here. Tikdios looked at the crouched monster in the cage, a gloomy smile on his face. "But before we do that, we have to say hello to our old friends. ”

"But we only have a few werewolves left, master, and we need more test materials. ”

"Are you questioning me?" Tikdios turned, and Engineer Morgo fell to the ground in fright, his arm rattling from the transparent jar of an unknown liquid.

"Do your job well, or you will feel the pain beyond death!"

Engineer Morgo nodded, and little by little crawled out of the hole.

Tikdios looked at the entrance of the cave where Zakun was.

"Since you love fighting so much, let you take the lead, vanguard of the Legion!"