It is not only the Northwest Republic and the Church of the Void that are preparing for this coming war. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

“...... Our Mystic Tower Federation and the Northwest Republic, one is in the southernmost part of the main plane, and the other is almost the northernmost part of the main plane, separated by tens of thousands of miles from each other, even if you take a flying demonic beast, it will take you almost ten days. The long geographical distance makes it impossible for the two countries to have any fundamental conflict of interest. Taking a step back, even if there is a conflict of interest, neither side has the ability to attack the other from a distance. ”

"To sum up, I think that in this war that the Northwest Republic is going to face, we can take a position that has nothing to do with either side and try to benefit from it. There is no more lucrative business in the world to sell supplies to both sides of the war at the same time!"

"If I had to choose a side, I would suggest the Northwest Republic. Because no matter what, it can't be defeated by a few high-master attacks. As long as it doesn't collapse, it will soon be able to regain its vitality. Grow strong and prosperous again. If we can seize the opportunity to establish a good relationship with them, we can form a strong alliance. ”

"If the two great powers of the heavens, south, earth and north join forces, we will form an encirclement of the entire main plane! In this way, in a few hundred years, this alliance will undoubtedly become the dominant force of the entire main plane!"

Wood finished the last line, put down his pen, looked at the dense letters full of code words, and smiled with satisfaction.

After so many years of lurking in Pyroxene City, he finally managed to get a piece of information that was truly of great value.

This intelligence carefully analyzed the interests between the Northwest Republic and the Mystic Tower Federation from multiple perspectives such as geography, resources, humanities, society, and even the outlook of the world of the world, and finally came up with an answer.

He believes that the answer should be correct.

As a veteran spy, Wood has traveled a lot and been exposed to a lot of political stuff, and he is even trained in it. Although he was only a woodcarver in Pyroxene City, he was actually more than capable of working as an archon.

Over the years, he has been studying and thinking while comparing the various administrations of the Northwest Republic and Pyroxene City. I feel that after more than ten years, my level has improved a lot.

Now he can be an excellent political talent, walking openly and honestly in the sun, which is admirable.

Of course, he didn't have that luxury. For him, it was enough to be able to help the Federation become stronger.

If the Esoteric Tower Federation is a huge magic tower, then it is good to be those dazzling gems or mighty statues on the outer layer of the tower, but it is no bad to be the cornerstone of obscurity.

Wood is willing to be such a cornerstone and contribute his life's strength to the prosperity and strength of the Mystic Tower Federation!

So, as much as he loves Pyroxene City and the Northwest Republic, he will still be on the side of the Mystic Tower Federation on key issues.

After writing the secret letter, he carefully checked it twice, made sure that there were no mistakes, and there were no omissions, and completely summarized his thoughts and information, wrote them in detail, and then he was satisfied with the secret letter, sealed it with magic props, and went out with it.

His destination is a shop that deals in magical items.

The shop isn't an intelligence station for the Mystic Tower Federation, but it can also provide some services for teleporting small items over long distances if needed - albeit for a fee.

Wood was a long-time patron of the shop, and he often came here to buy magical materials to add special effects or functions to his wood carvings to create rare pieces. And most of the carving tools he is currently using are also customized for the dwarves who live on the southwestern coast of the Broken Cloud Mountains with the help of the shopkeeper.

That set of tools cost him a lot of money, but it is indeed worth the money, and it is very easy to use, which greatly improves his work efficiency and reduces the difficulty of making fine wood carvings.

After chatting with the boss for a few words, he said that he wanted to borrow the teleportation array and order some things from the "Gray Dove Demon Prop" in the Principality of Thunder.

The Gray Dove Magic Prop is an old magic shop. It is located in a town on the southeastern tip of the main plane continent, and is known for its ability to tailor magic items for customers. Among the carving tools that Wood customized, the most precious carving knife was ordered by this store.

In addition, this store has another identity, which is the transit point for the spies of the Mystic Tower Federation to urgently pass on confidential information.

But any use of this channel means that the intelligence is urgent, and it must be immediately delivered to the head of federal intelligence. Once this channel is used, it almost means that this spy is very likely to be exposed - the secret of the gray pigeon demon prop is not a particularly big secret in the eyes of the high-level intelligence agencies of various countries in the world.

Wood didn't know if he would be exposed this time, but he thought that as long as he could send this information out smoothly, even if he did, it would be worth it.

Deep down, he sometimes felt that he might have been exposed, and that being arrested and executed was not an acceptable ending.

Over the years, he has been taken care of by the Northwest Republic and Pyrox City, especially when he was seriously ill, if it weren't for the fact that Grand Archon Ferex, who was the mayor of Pyrox Town, gave him the elixir gifted by His Majesty the Void Mask, he would definitely have died - that serious illness was essentially the sequelae left by the intelligence chief who let the secretly cultivated "witch" absorb his own strength before he set out from the Secret Law Tower.

Speaking of which, according to the general law, people who have been absorbed by witches generally do not live for ten years. Even if you barely survive the outbreak of sequelae, your body will weaken rapidly, and you will soon grow old. He is completely different, not only has he recovered, but the strength he lost back then is also recovering rapidly, and now he has almost recovered to his peak state, and he is even about to step into a high-level realm.

All this told him how precious that panacea was!

Such an elixir is worth cherishing even for the legendary powerhouse. Perhaps even when a king is dying, it is difficult to get it to save his life. But Archon Ferex used it on Wood and gave him a new lease of life.

Generally speaking, receiving such a great favor really has no choice but to repay it with his life. But Wood is a spy......

Over the years, his heart has been tormented, loyalty and kindness are like two boulders, weighing him down to breathe, and he doesn't know how many times he has woken up from nightmares.

(maybe...... This time, it will be completely solved...... ）

Activated the miniature teleportation array, and watched the secret information disguised as an "order form" disappear into the light of the teleportation, and Wood sighed deeply.

Probably, it's all over.

"That's fine. He said to himself, "I'm sorry for Archon Ferex, but I'm still a spy after all." Discovered, arrested, interrogated, and killed...... That's all I can do for her. ”

He could imagine how disappointed Archarchon Ferex would be then, but he had no choice.

He was a shameful betrayer, a despicable man who had stolen the trust of the friendly and powerful, and he had nothing to atone for his sins with but his own life.

Albeit...... His life is completely out of the realm of atonement, but what can he do? In life, unsatisfactory things will always happen seven or eight times out of ten.

Wood smiled bitterly, straightened his clothes, and turned and walked out of the teleportation room.

(How long will I live?)

He pondered.

(Before you die, go and finish a few promised wood carvings.) I'm already sorry for Archarchon Ferex, so don't be sorry for the guests who paid the deposit!) )