Cthulhu Gonfalon

It is not only the people of the Northwestern Republic and the Void Mask Church who are preparing for this coming war.

"...We are the Federation of the French Tower and the Northwestern Republic, one in the southernmost part of the main plane, one in the main plane is almost the farthest, separated by tens of thousands of miles, even if flying in World of Warcraft, it will fly for almost ten days. Long geography The distance makes it impossible for the two countries to have any fundamental conflicts of interest. To take a step back, even if there is a conflict of interest, they will not be able to strike each other remotely."

"In summary, I think that in this war that the Northwest Republic will face, we can stand on a position that has nothing to do with both sides and try to gain benefits from it. Under the sun, we will not sell the goods to both sides of the war. Earn business!"

"If you have to choose a team to stand, I suggest to choose the Northwestern Republic. Because in any case, it is impossible to be beaten by a small number of masters in the district. As long as it does not fall, it will soon be able to regain its vitality. Become strong and prosperous. The so-called 'cakes that are starving to death are more precious than the usual table.' If we can seize this opportunity and have a good relationship with them, we can form a strong alliance."

"The two great powers of the South and the North join forces, and we will form an encirclement of the whole main plane! In this case, after a few hundred years, this alliance will undoubtedly become the dominant force of the entire main plane!"

Wood finished the last line of words, put down the pen, looked at the secret letters that were full of whispered words, and smiled gratifiedly.

After lurking in the city of Kaohsiung for so many years, he finally got a piece of information that was truly valuable.

This information, from the perspectives of geography, resources, humanities, society, and even the outlook of the world's countries, carefully analyzed the interests between the Northwestern Republic and the Federation of the French Federation, and finally came up with an answer.

He believes that this answer should be correct.

As a senior spy, Wood has gone through many places and has been exposed to a lot of political things. He even received training in this area. Although he is only a woodcarving craftsman in the city of Kaohsiung, he is actually qualified for the work of the consul.

Over the years, he has been learning and thinking while comparing the various policies of the Northwestern Republic and the city of Pyrotech. After feeling for more than ten years, the level has improved a lot.

Now, he can be regarded as an excellent political talent, walking in the sunshine and admiring.

Of course, he does not have this luxury. For him, being able to help the federation is strong enough.

If the Federation of the Secret Tower is a huge magic tower, then it is a good gem of the gemstones or mighty statues on the outer layers of the tower. However, it is also the cornerstone of obscurity.

Wood is willing to be such a cornerstone to contribute to the prosperity and prosperity of the Federation of the Federation of the Fafa!

Therefore, although he is also very fond of the city of Kaohsiung and loves the Northwestern Republic, he will still stand on the side of the Federation of the Secret Tower on key issues.

After writing the secret letter, he checked it twice again, and determined that there were no mistakes, and there was no omission. He summed up his thoughts and information completely, and wrote them in detail, and then satisfactorily collected. Good secret letter, seal it with magical props and take it out of the door.

His destination is a store that operates magic items.

This store is not a intelligence station for the Federation of the Federation, but it can also provide some long-distance delivery of small items if needed - albeit at a very expensive price.

Wood is the shopkeeper's patron. He often comes here to buy some magical materials, adding special effects or functions to his woodcarvings to create rare boutiques. Most of the engraving tools he is currently using are also invited by the store's owner to customize to the dwarves living in the southwestern coast of the Broken Cloud Mountains.

That set of tools cost him a lot of money, but it is indeed worthwhile. It is very easy to use, greatly improving his work efficiency and reducing the difficulty of making fine wood carvings.

After a few chats with the boss, he said that he would like to borrow a transfer array and order something from the "grey pigeons" in the Principality of the Thunder.

Gray Dove Magic Item is an old magic shop. It is located in a town on the mainland's almost southwestern Cape, and is known for its ability to tailor magical items to its customers. Among the engraving tools that Wood had customized, the most precious one was to ask the store to help you order it.

In addition, the store has an identity, which is the transit point for the secret spies of the secret towers to pass confidential information.

Anyone who wants to use this channel means that the information is urgent and must be immediately sent to the hands of the federal intelligence chief. Once this channel is used, it almost means that the spy is likely to be exposed. The secret of the gray pigeon props is not a big secret in the eyes of high-level intelligence agencies around the world.

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

Deep down, he sometimes feels that he may be exposed, arrested and executed, and it is not an acceptable ending.

Over the years, I have been caring for the Northwestern Republic and the city of Huizhou, especially when I was seriously ill, if it was not the priest who served as the mayor of the town of Pyroxes, the prince of the prix who took the false mask The gift is absolutely dead. The serious illness was essentially the result of the fact that before the departure of the secret tower from the original, the intelligence director let the secretly trained "witch" absorb its own strength and leave behind the sequelae.

To put it bluntly, according to the general rule, people who have been absorbed by the witches generally live for ten years. Even if you barely survive the outbreak of sequelae, your body will quickly weaken, and soon it will be too old. I am completely different, not only able to recover, but the power lost in the same year is also recovering rapidly. Now I have almost recovered to the peak state, and even I have to step into the high-level field.

All this tells him how precious the panacea is!

Such a potion, even for the legendary powerhouse, is worth cherishing. Perhaps even when a king is in danger, it is difficult to get it to save lives. The priest of the Philippe used it on Wood and gave him a new life.

Generally speaking, being so kindly, there is really no choice but to report on life. Kewood is a spy...

Over the years, his heart has been in a torment. The loyalty and grace are like two huge stones, which made him breathe hard and didn't know how many times he woke up from a nightmare.

(Maybe... this time, it will be completely solved...)

The micro-transmission array was launched, and the secret information disguised as an "order" disappeared into the light of transmission, and Wood sighed deeply.

Probably, everything is over.

"That's fine," he said to himself. "Although I am very sorry for the Grand Regent, but I am still a spy. I was found, arrested, interrogated and killed... I can do it for her. And there is only this."

He can imagine how disappointed the Ferenc Archon will be, but he has no choice.

He is a shameful betrayal, a despicable person who has stolen the trust of the friendly and powerful. Apart from his own life, he has nothing else to redeem.

Although... his life is not enough to make atonement, but what is the solution? Life is alive, unsatisfactory things, there will always be seven or eight times in ten times.

Wood smiled bitterly, sorted out the clothes, and turned and walked out of the transfer room.

(How long can I live?)

He wondered.

(Before you die, go and finish a few pieces of wood carvings that you promised. You are sorry for the Grand Regent of Felix, and don't be sorry for those who have paid the deposit!)