Goblins are magical creatures.

For these little garlic-nosed men, there is a different kind of racial discrimination in Azeroth. These greenskins who would die for the gold coins were as tenacious as cockroaches in all corners of Azeroth, wherever they could make money.

And for the sake of gold, they can do anything.

And for this group of crazy people, in fact, Ren Fan is not too disgusted. In them, he can always faintly feel the shadow from his home world.

After all, those guys are also quite unscrupulous in order to make money, and even surpass.

And as long as you give them money, many good things that you can't think of can appear in front of you perfectly.

is like the dirty and tattered branch in Ren Fan's hand.

The Vandal Deer Helm, who was still a Grand Druid, cut off six branches from Nodashir and grafted them into six different locations in Azeroth to restrain the Evil Iron of Saron, which was growing all over the world. But few people know that in fact, Vandal deer helmet cut off seven branches. And one of them...... He cut too much, and he was too embarrassed to put it back, so he found a place to throw it away.

The branch was then found by goblins who were good at rummaging through boxes and dumping garbage stations.

The branch blessed by the Red Dragon Queen has an unparalleled vitality, but because of this, the branch repels any kind of ability other than healing.

No amount of energy, including the arcane, can be cast through this branch.

So, the original material of this one of the best staff in the world was scrapped, and the mages said that I can't equip this thing, sorry don't. And the pastors were stunned one by one to say that their faith was firm, and with the help of external objects or something, wasn't it just that their faith was not firm! So the staff or something is the most annoying.

The pain of picking up a big treasure and not being able to sell it made the hapless goblin, who had two legs broken because he was rummaging through the Night Elf dumpster, so angry that he died in a few days. When he was dying, he regarded this wood as his family heirloom, and passed it down from generation to generation, until not long ago, when the last male of the family was too poor to eat, he considered selling this wood.

And the history is strikingly similar, and no one looks down on this ugly piece of wood. And Ren Fan also discovered the potential of this wood by extreme chance, and bought it with almost all his savings.

He then kept the log in the clubhouse where he remains to this day.

Slightly relieved, even if he knew that this stick was much stronger than his skull, but after all, it was the strength of the black dragon's arm, if it was really broken, then he wouldn't even have a place to cry. He glared at Onexia viciously, and suddenly, something came to mind.

"You hit that Quilsella?"

As if worried that Ren Fan rushed up, Onexia hugged the quilt on her chest and wrapped it tightly, revealing only two smooth and beautiful shoulders. Hearing Ren Fan's words, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows with some pride, but then shrank back.

"That's right, I hit it, what's wrong?"

"In other words, you know how to build weapons, do you? Will you make a staff? ”

That's a question for you to ask! The shaping of the staff and the building of the weapon are completely different things, and you can use the staff as a sword to move the hammer and clink it! Onexia pursed her lips, secretly glanced at Ren Fan's expression, and saw that he looked thoughtful, so she breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"But luckily, you met Miss Ben. I'm still quite good at making staffs, and when I was in Blackstone Mountain, my brother taught me ...... Are you going to make that rotten wood into a staff? It's very simple, as long as you agree to my request, then I will reluctantly help you do it. ”

"Are you sure you can do it?"

"Aside from that group of long ears at Quel'Thalas, I can't think of anyone better than me in this area!" Onexia said confidently, and then she retracted into the bed, took out a change of clothes from the ring, and put it on in twos. She took the branch of Nodashir from Ren Fan's hand, and in Ren Fan's somewhat disbelieving gaze, she closed her eyes slightly, feeling the power in the stick. A frown of disgust, and when she opened her eyes, she threw the stick aside, and then spoke:

"Nice thing, but the breath of the red dragon on it is a bit disgusting. That's not a problem, let's say, what kind of staff do you want? ”

"Your request is ......"

"I haven't thought about it yet." A finger lightly touched his chin, and Onexia said: "But you don't have to worry about me making any excessive demands, anyway, you rascal, if I can't make my request, I don't believe you will really do it......"

Ren Fan was a little embarrassed by Onexia's words, just now he was thinking of fooling around with rhetoric and getting the equipment first. After thinking about it for a moment, Ren Fan was suddenly extremely satisfied with the shape of Khadgar's Guardian Staff. Describe it to Onexia by comparison, but Ren Fan received a tidal wave of ridicule.

"What kind of aesthetic are you? Carving a crow? Really, I'm really skeptical of your taste! Not to mention that the eagle bird will affect the normal use of your staff, don't you think that thing looks like you're running with a chicken leg when it's far away? ”

"Uh...... Hehehe...... You have a point......"

"Forget it, you should tell me what the function of your staff is, and I'll help you design it."

When it comes to what she is good at, Onexia is extraordinarily confident and dazzling. Taking out a large pile of materials from the ring that emitted a faint fluorescence that Ren Fan couldn't even name, Onexia gently stroked the slightly rough torso of the wooden stick while pouring a faint lava power into it. It seemed that he didn't find what he was looking for, Onexia simply threw the ring to the ground, and almost instantly, the material that was more than half a person tall buried most of the petrified Ren Fan in it.

is really worthy of the black dragon princess, rich people are different!

The two slender jade hands seemed to bounce lightly and rhythmically, and the original tattered and withered bark quietly shattered, revealing the pale brown body inside. Grabbing a handful of seemingly expensive black powder, Onexia's hand gathered the power of lava, and after gently filtering it, an inky coating appeared on the stick.

"What is this......" Cheekily bent over, Ren Fan leaned over to Onexia and asked.

"The scales of the black dragon, add fire to resist."

Onexia said without raising her eyes, as her hands danced on the body of the stick like butterflies. The long nails gently carve intricate inscriptions. A slight sweat oozed from his forehead, and he gently knocked his middle finger, dripping a drop of blood on the inscription, and a dark red light appeared from the unintelligible text, which looked particularly elegant and gorgeous.

An inconspicuous-looking skeleton was pulled out of the pile of materials. With a hint of sadness in her eyes, Onexia fixed the skull above it to the tip of the staff. The dark red lava in his hand flowed slightly, completely fusing the stick with the bone. Seemingly casually inserting a little inconspicuous ornament into the staff, holding it in his hand and gesturing it twice, Onexia nodded with satisfaction, and then solemnly held the middle end of the staff with both hands and handed it to Ren Fan.

"Alright, now that it's yours, infuse it with your power!"