But now is not the right time to come up with trade.

Esther took Sean to see the pearl mussel farm, the largest of which was one of their original possessions. The female mussel was huge, and it was not a problem to open the shell and fit a female Naga. In less than a year, it contains three pearls. According to the female Naga, it takes at least five years to grow naturally to reach the level of making magical equipment.

Shane listened and didn't speak, the female Naga didn't lie, but the time to strengthen the vassal relationship had not come, and some requests were not suitable for this time.

At this time, the Naga priestess said: "There are only these two in the main area outside the lair, now please come with me to see our lair, all this is your gift"

Shane nodded, and followed Estie to their lair, a hole dug in the bottom of the island. Clearing the sea, they passed through a magical barrier that separated them from the inside and outside, and reached the depths of the cavern. The Naga Lair reveals its true face, an underwater cavern filled with moist air.

'They've hollowed out the bottom of the island,' Shane sensed for a moment, and realized that there were three main caves in the lair, a warehouse on the left, a living area for Naga to rest and live on the right, and a priest's magic area in the middle. "It's like a copy," he couldn't help but think.

"Kers" was at the door, and Estie called out to a Naga guard, "You organize some people to carry the tribute to the altar." ”

"Yes, Lord Priest"

Estie watched him leave, and said to Shane, "Your Excellency, let's go to the priests' quarters and wait!" The Blue Scale Clan has never forgotten your kindness, and the tribute is for you. ”

Shane wouldn't say, 'I don't need it, you keep it for yourselves.'" He and Naga are in a relationship between vassals and vassals. The superior is a sign of trust, and the lower is a sign of loyalty, even if the item is not what he needs, Shane will not hesitate to accept it.

When they were young, the Nagas carried a coral chest and opened it, revealing shells with a faint magical aura. Took a look. Shane is all in the magic pocket.

"Your Excellency" Seeing that Shane accepted the things, Estie spoke cautiously. "Is it time for the Bluescale to work for you?" Of course, the female Naga knew the power of the person in front of her, and she didn't interfere with them for half a year, and suddenly came to her. There must be something to demand, but you must not be disobedient. In a way, his mood determines the life and death of the tribe.

"After a while, a ship belonging to me will go north, I want you to send a team to escort it secretly, and you need to keep the route firmly in mind." Shane said purposefully, "For now. The rest is waiting for my command. ”

"Of course, it is our duty to serve you, and I will send the most elite team to follow the ship north."

The female Naga still bowed respectfully, and she had a beautiful face, but Shane saw that she was always facing the ground.

The human heart is so complex that even God can't fully grasp it, let alone mortals. Shane didn't feel much sincerity on the female Naga, but as long as she was respectful and obedient, she wouldn't pursue it and listen to her words. Just watch it happen.

Leaving the magical image of the Wind of the Northland to Naga, Shane returns to the Red Sun White Tower. He took a trip to the sea, wearing the sunset instead of wearing the stars and the moon, and there was a lot of fishy smell on his body, although the cleaning technique can make the clothes dry and clean, but this is actually only the surface, and it must be cleaned with water. The escaping smell of fish-man slime is like a salted fish that has been left for ten years. He finally knew why 'your whole family is a fish-man' is being used as a mockery by some warriors.

A few days later, the Wind of the Northland set sail. Unlock Shane's Northland Strategy. And the momentum of history also spread to the Hongyang White Tower at this time. The followers sent to Stormwind City sent back the news that several ** human divisions had died one after another. Then came the bad news from Prince Kael'thas in Dalaran that the Council of Tiris, the strongest mage organization in Azeroth, had been purged by an unknown enemy.

There is no sign, but there is only one person who has the power to purge the Council of Tirisfar, Medivan the Guardian.

"Do you want to go to Karazan to investigate?" Followers of Stormwind ask for instructions in a letter. At the moment, it is possible that only Shane knows what monster Karazhan has. It was Medivan, a fallen guardian possessed by the Burning Legion's boss boss, a terrifying spellcaster whose strength rivaled that of a demigod. He didn't want his followers to somehow become ghosts in Karazan. So he instructed: "Don't die, stay away from Karazan, and focus on the intelligence on the southern border of the Stormwind Kingdom." ”

However, it was at this time that Dalaran's men contacted him through Prince Kael'thas .

"They're trying to pull me on my back," Shane guessed about their 'malice' when he got the information. A group of mages got their eye on Medivan to spy on him. Hope Sean joins their organization.

"Your Royal Highness, whose attention is it?"

Prince Kael'thas sat by his window with a sunny spring view of Lake Lordamere behind him. The status has changed, and the way the two of them speak has changed, and there is no longer an obvious distinction between upper and lower classes, but politeness is still required.

The prince's royal smile explains to Shane about Dalaran, which is the attention of Antonidas, who values Shane very much and hopes to maintain a close relationship for a long time.

"How do you want to respond to him," said the prince.

"I refuse," Sean said simply.

The prince was stunned for a moment, but then relieved, feeling that this was exactly the case, and the intelligence analysis of Shane-Dawn Blade was very assertive, and it was a strange thing to be easily explained.

"I'll help you respond to him"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

With a few polite words, Shane thought that this was the end of the matter, but the prince talked about something else, and Dalaran hoped to send some students to the White Tower Academy for a few months of college exchanges. This time it was not Antonidas' attention, but the prince's plea in a consultative tone.

Shane couldn't refuse, because the debt of favor is a debt that must be repaid in the world. When he first arrived in Laran, the prince introduced him to study under Antonidas, and he owed him a great favor. And when a person is unwilling to repay his debts, it is the beginning of his self-exclusion group, and Shane will not be so unwise.

"How many will they send?"

"About fifty people, and the corresponding instructors." His Royal Highness the Prince put on an elven proud smile: "The class you held in Dalaran the year before last was very popular, and most human instructors are not as many as you, you know?" They really want to keep you in Dalaran. ”

"Really?" Shane laughed and said that he was not in the slightest sense of smugness, and that was nonsense. It's not a bad thing to be valued by others, but what about communication? He used his brain, carefully considered the stakes, and on the whole, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages, and the various initiatives were in his own hands

"Okay, I'll get the logistics ready, and I'll ask them to come over." Shane agreed.

He guessed several versions of humanity's plans, but no matter what, Medivan was alive and he would never wade into the troubled waters of Karazhana. He wasn't the one who had the power to brush off Medivan. Let the strongest mage of the human race die as it has done in history. (To be continued.) )