Irus led the group of monkeys away from the valley. At this time, Soros had finished sorting out some scattered memories of his predecessor, and wanted to inform Irus about Garcia, and it was naturally not difficult to deduce the matter of Annar's possession from his eyes, but he still stopped when the words came to his lips.

It all seemed too simple and too coincidental, the Holy See Saint Garcia had now become an out-and-out demon, and if you looked at yourself, the dignified Saint Venerable Shadow Poison had now become a Templar.

Soros chuckled: "All these changes are related to that funny boy, and now Musbell is left with one Lucas, I don't know what his fate will be! Garcia should be left to that kid to deal with! He can trap and kill Anal once, but he may not be able to trap and kill her twice, the world seems to be getting more and more interesting." Soros raised his hand to catch a messy fluttering petal and hid it in the palm of his hand.

Musbell, Iruth's body was bathed in the slanting glow of the setting sun, and the shadow line was longer and longer. Through the arms and shoulders against the alloy stick, silent all the way. The leather belt of the six fingers is obliquely inserted with two Emei thorns that flicker in cold light, and the whole shape looks a little leathetic. The wind ears in the back are looking left and right, as if everything around them is so fresh and magical.

"Listen, you three, this is your journey to Nirvana, and it is also your first contact with the civilization of this world, and it may be very difficult for you to lead your fellow people onto this big stage. The first little task I have given you is to learn the lingua franca of the continent, including your people, before you leave Musbel, and if you haven't learned it, follow the path you came from and return to Thousand Blades Mountain!" Irus gave the order to the three monkeys in a deep voice.

"Yes!" replied the three monkeys in a lingua franca.

The purpose of Irus's return this time is also very simple, that is, to buy all kinds of huge resources, and then return to the Gravel Tribe. As for the next arrangement, we can only take one step at a time.

It's just that who would have thought that there are two great civilizations hidden in the head of the orc Irus, one is the Ereda civilization from the other side of the starry sky, and the other is the 5,000-year civilization history of China, by the way, there seems to be a virtual beast god halo on his head.

Irus led a group of monkeys through the bustling streets to Jace's Magic House, where Musbel was a multi-ethnic mixed place, but the unclothed monkeys ushered in the first wave of ridicule and sarcasm in their lives. Although the monkeys did not understand the lingua franca, their senses were very acute, and they could be sure that they were laughing and insulting by the expressions and tones of the other people. A few bold long-tails picked up pebbles on the side of the road and threw them at the crowd that laughed at them, but they ushered in an even bigger wave of ridicule and abuse.

"Oh, Iros, my friend! you're here, I'm going to be bored here if you don't come again. Quinn greeted him with two horns.

"Are you still bored? How do I find out you're getting sexier? Look at your tail, why do you still have a pink bow tied around your tail?" said Iros, pointing to Quinn's tail.

"Hmph, that's all that Jass did!" Quinn said indignantly.

"Actually, I want to take you this time, and I'll entrust Jass with something by the way. ”

"Really, great, I can eat your barbecue again, hehe, I'll call you now." Quinn slipped into the backyard.

Not long after, Jace walked out, she was still so bright, wearing a pair of well-made Fengxing boots under her feet, and an extra pink bow on her head.

"I'm going to go! This and Quinn are playing a couple game. Irus couldn't help but complain.

"Looks like I'm going to have business coming to the door!" Jace smiled charmingly.

"Yes, it's a very big deal, this is to take my brother Quinn, and secondly, I want to entrust you to teach that group of long-tail continental lingua franca, and the remuneration will be quite generous. ”

"Oh, how good will it be?"

"The old rule, you make an offer, I pay. ”

"Well, I'll keep them fed, clothed, and housed, and I'll teach them the lingua franca, and I'll charge you 10,000 gold coins for the sake of being a friend of Quinn." Jess apprehensively offered a price.

"Deal!" a bag of gold coins that had already been prepared was placed on the ground by Iruth.

"Looks like I'm still going to have a low price!" Jace said, taking the gold coin, and looked at the unclothed group of long-tailed monkeys outside the door.

Irus's voice sounded at this time: "Tongjian and Six Fingers still have wind ears, you must lead your clan to obey all the arrangements of Principal Jace, and when you are successful, I will take you out of here." Irus had arranged everything but didn't leave.

"But I like the title, do you have any other commission?" asked Jass with a smile.

"This matter may be a bit troublesome, it is to help me issue a recruitment order, in fact, it is to recruit a group of scholars from various industries, and it doesn't matter if you want criminals on the mainland, after all, this is Musbel, and there are few clean hands and feet!" Irus said.

"Any kind of scholar is fine?" asked Jess curiously.

"Anything goes, no matter race, no matter what specialty. In addition, I also need a detailed map of all parts of the mainland, help me do this, and I will pay you 20,000 gold coins. ”

"And what do you think of the scholars' pay?" asked Jace again.

"It's simple, eight gold coins per person per day, starting from their low level of the gravel tribe, and can also tell them that their safety will be protected by the beast god, and that the exile can end there. ”

"Is there really no limit to the number of people?"

"There is no limit to the number of people, if you can do it all in twenty days, I will pay you another five thousand gold coins. Here is a deposit of 5,000 gold coins, and the remaining 20,000 gold coins I hope that Director Jace can get it smoothly. With that, Irus piled a bag of five thousand gold coins on the ground.

"Can you let Quinn stay a little longer, I suddenly have so many extra gold coins here, it's very insecure, and I can let Quinn and those longtails go with them in twenty days. Jace said.

"Okay! I agreed. Irus got up and left Jace's magic house.

In the North City Film, Iros sat across from Lucas.

"Are you saying that Videv is gone, and Anar is disintegrating?" asked Lucas.

"Master Vedev has indeed left, and he has finally found a satisfactory body, which is a Templar from the Holy See, who seems to be some kind of demonic physique, and when he left, he named the valley Nirvana, saying that there will be no Vijev in the world, only Soros. Irus did not hide it, but recounted the facts.

"In other words, Musbell will only be left with me as a holy step. Lucas said in a slightly gloomy tone.

"That's true, and I would like to ask you to resign. ”

"Oh, you're leaving Musbell too?"

"Yes, I'm from the Gravel Tribe, and I'm going back eventually. I want to build a civilization that belongs to the orcs.

"Can you tell me about your plans?" asked Lucas with interest.

"I believe that knowledge can change destiny and future, and I have already started to recruit scholars from various fields to visit the Gravel Tribe. ”

"Knowledge changes fate, not strength changes fate?" Lucas wondered.

"Strength is important, but it can only change one person, what I want is to change the situation of the entire beast race, so as to affect the old order of the entire continent. ”

"Good idea, orc, but I choose to support you. Lucas said.

Thank you Lucas for your support, I have some soul calming liquid from Nirvana Valley here, so I will give it to you as a thank you. Irus pulled out a large metal bottle.

"I took your gift first, I like it very much, and I look forward to your miracles. If you need any supplies, make a list, this is my personal sponsorship. You can go back and hand it over to the white wolf of the auction house, he knows how to do it. Lucas simply ordered the eviction.

"What do you think of this fellow, Genber?" asked Lucas.

The void not far from Lucas twisted, and an old man slowly walked out.

"I can't see through! In short, he is definitely not a Draenor orc, I even sensed some faint magic fluctuations in him, as we all know, Draenor orcs have been cursed by the ancient witch gods, and they cannot practice magic. In addition, Anar, a saint-level powerhouse, disintegrated because of him, and even a single word can make Vejev choose to abandon his immortal body, God knows how he did this, if he changed to an ordinary martial artist realm in front of Shadow Poison, he would not be scared to pee his pants, hehe! In short, I can't see through it, maybe he is the stone, which sets off huge ripples on the seemingly calm but actually turbulent water. But you're doing the right thing, it's really nothing to give him some resources, and I'm also looking forward to what this guy will do next!" said the old man, sitting in the departing position of Iros.

"It's not easy to know, let's pretend to be scholars and go over and see!"

"Oh, you're all a saint-level cultivator, and your heart is so heavy!"

"It's just that it's been a long time since I've met such an interesting person, so why not go and witness it?" Lucas said.

"Hehe, okay! Uncle Gen will accompany you to see what that kid does. The old man said with a smile

In the courtyard of Westside Seven, Irus returned to his room, and Cutis had already left, leaving only a letter on the table.

Irus took the letter, put it under his nose and sniffed it, the letter still had a faint body scent of Katis.

"I don't know if you're a beast god or Iruth, anyway, you're a big bastard, but I'm really in love with you, I'll be looking for you in three months, and I'll always pray for you. "Katis.

"Woman, amazing species!" said Iros, who had read the letter and fell asleep with his head covered.