Just after noon, in the near-finished battleship cabin in the deepest part of the Mine of Death, Edwin Van Cleeff was sitting at his desk, patiently awaiting the arrival of the Phidia Brotherhood's higher-ups.

As a result of the aggressive operations of MI7 in Stormwind, many important members were jailed, including right-hand men like Bakir Sred.

Right now, most of the thugs and technicians left in the Death Mine are some hired thugs and technicians.

For example, the stupid and stupid ogre Lakzo, the expert in the pilot of the lumberjack - Styney, the goblin craftsman responsible for crafting weapons and munitions - Kirnig, etc., and the Minotaur First Officer Heavy Punch, the Fishman Cookie, and the goblin Greenskin captain who is proficient in navigation and artillery control are specially equipped for battleships.

Although these guys are far superior to most Brotherhood members in terms of combat effectiveness and professional skills, their loyalty is very questionable, especially a few goblins who see money, will never live and die with the Brotherhood, and if they find out that the situation is not good, they will 100% turn around and run away.

In order to ensure that the "righteous revenge" in his heart can be realized, Edwin Van Cleef has to gather these people together every once in a while, listening to their suggestions and demands, and confirming that they have not betrayed him.

Minutes and seconds passed......

Soon, Mr. Heavyweight, who has a straightforward personality and likes to fight, arrives, followed by the three goblin leaders Styney, Kirney, and Captain Greenskin, and the last is naturally the ogre Rakzo.

As for the fish-man cookies, they are not qualified to participate in such a meeting for the time being, and they patrol the bottom of the ship to prevent spies from diving into the mine from underwater.

Glancing at the different expressions on everyone's faces, Edwin Van Cleef coughed deliberately and said in a slightly deep voice, "Since everyone has arrived, then I call the meeting open." ”

The words just fell!

The goblin craftsman Kirnig immediately questioned, "It's all here, isn't it, I remember there's another warlock?" where has he gone?"

"Yes, what about the young man named Mason?" Styney chimed in.

Obviously, the Mason in their mouth is none other than Zhang Cheng, who joined not long ago.

However, instead of using his real name, he chose to use the pseudonym used in the world of the Song of Ice and Fire - Mason.

After all, he only used this place as a temporary shelter, and if he accidentally got on MI7's blacklist, it would be worth the loss.

"Damn, Vanessa, have you been to inform Mason?" Edwin Van Cleef rubbed his forehead and cried out to his only daughter.

Bang!

With a choking puff of white smoke, a girl with short black hair suddenly appeared in the cabin and replied with a serious face, "Well, of course! ”

"Ahem, ahem, oh my God, what are you fiddling with again?" Edwin Van Cleeff coughed violently, clutching his nose.

In fact, not only him, but the unresponsive ogre Rakzo, the rest of the people also held their breath to prevent the strange smoke from entering their bodies.

"No, father, this is Mason's new toy for me, and it only takes a drop or two for me to be transparent. Vanessa held up the vial of the potion in her hand that shimmered with a silvery white light.

"Can it make people transparent?" Edwin Van Cleef subconsciously snatched it, carefully unplugged it and dropped a drop on his hand.

Moment!

His hands began to become transparent and ethereal, and finally disappeared without a trace, then slowly spread to his arms, his body, and even the leather armor on his body.

Not to mention such a strange change, even Mr. Heavy Fist, who has always had a big heart, couldn't help but stand up.

However, as a client, Edwin Van Cleef can feel that his body does not disappear in the true sense of the word, but produces a wonderful light, like the skin of a chameleon, completely integrated into the surrounding environment.

As a thief, he knows all too well the wide range of uses behind this potion, whether it's assassination or sneaking into intelligence.

Reality is not a game, and players can swagger from under the sun to wherever they want to dive with just a tap of their stealth skills.

In fact, stealth is nothing more than the use of light, shadows, and surroundings to hide oneself.

If there is neither shadow nor shelter around, even if Master Madias Shore comes, he will not be able to stealth, and will be 100% detected by the guards.

Just as Edwin Van Cleef was taking a keen interest in the unknown potion, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the cabin, and for about half a minute, a familiar voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Sorry, there was a little accident, I seem to be late. ”

With that, Zhang Cheng, who was wearing a blue archmage's robe, walked in from outside the door unhurriedly.

I don't know why, his appearance is like a black hole, firmly attracting the attention of everyone present, especially the deep and evil left eye, which exudes an invisible aura all the time, making the heart's beating speed faster, and the subconscious desire suddenly increases several times.

Edwin Van Cleef, who has always been sensitive to danger, hurriedly took two steps back and asked vigilantly, "What's the matter with your eyes?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I've just learned some tricks to control the demonic power in my body. Also, a word of advice for you, don't stare at my actions, or you'll ......."

After Zhang Cheng's words were still beautiful, the tall ogre suddenly knelt down with a thud and shouted in a fanatical tone: "Great master!

"What are you doing?" shouted Edwin Van Cleeff, stunned.

"Don't be nervous, he's just been seduced by the Devil's Eye. Zhang Cheng explained while taking the initiative to close his left eye.

When the bloody runes around the eye sockets began to glow, the ubiquitous evil instantly disappeared without a trace.

The ogre lay on the ground for a long time with a bewildered face, and finally regained consciousness and returned to his seat.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng realized why the Burning Legion chose the intelligently low ogres and orcs as cannon fodder, these brainless guys were too easy to be tempted and controlled.

It's no wonder that the orcs were one type during Thrall's reign, and the Garrosh Hell's Roar quickly transitioned to something else.

The root of this is nothing more than that in the eyes of most orcs, it should be the most powerful person who leads them, not the wisest person, and they confuse the difference between political and military leaders......

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