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Applause suddenly erupted in the quiet meeting room.

The administrator was the first to break the silence.

He clapped and praised her.

"Brother Wenxi, you've really done Yan Tiecheng a huge favor this time."

"On behalf of all the people of the city, I thank you."

Geller grabbed Scarface's hand and shook it hard.

His face was full of sincerity.

Unfortunately, Scarface didn't buy it at all.

He withdrew his hand and muttered to himself with a touch of melancholy.

"Alas, as a human being, dealing with the undead is an inescapable responsibility."

"Unfortunately, I lack sufficient information about the undead to invent a more effective weapon."

"If I could go to the front lines to collect experimental data,"

"Then the so-called 'Undead Palace' might just become bones on the chopping board."

Scarface's overwhelming confidence left the administrators and officials completely bewildered.

They lowered their heads and thought for a moment, then whispered to each other.

They carefully weighed the pros and cons.

If, as Leonardo da Vinci said, they can successfully seize the core of the Necropolis.

That way, everyone can get a share of the benefits.

Even the later Iron City,

It will no longer be a remote town where people can be bullied at will.

Scarface stirred up everyone's ambitions.

After pacing back and forth a few times, the administrator...

A decision was ultimately made.

"Brother Wenxi, you can join the army if you wish."

"But your safety must be guaranteed, otherwise, if any accident occurs..."

"These will all be an indelible pain for Ironclad City."

He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a scroll.

Without hesitation, he handed it to Scarface.

"You can keep this."

The scarred man took the reel with a surprised look and asked in confusion:

"Hey Geller, what kind of scroll is this?"

The administrator, with his hands behind his back, looked out the window and slowly said:

"This is a random teleportation scroll that I got from an alchemist through connections. It's worth 500 gold coins."

"It was originally my life-saving tool, but you need it more now, so you can keep it."

Looking at the scroll in his hand, Scarface was unusually moved.

This bespectacled frog is surprisingly good.

Although everyone is using each other, this guy is really going all out.

They are not stingy at all when it comes to spending money.

I felt the weight of the gift.

He took a deep breath and assured them:

"Don't worry, bro, I'm all about safety."

"I wouldn't joke about my own life."

"If there's danger, I'll be the first to hide."

Turning back, Geller was very pleased and patted Scarface on the shoulder.

"Great, I'm relieved to have your assurance."

"but......."

The administrator paused, his gaze shifting to his city guard commander.

He solemnly instructed:

"However, for safety reasons, Cyril or other guards must accompany you on every mission."

"So that if something unexpected happens to you, you won't even have a chance to use the reel."

His confession appeared to be out of concern, but in reality, it was surveillance.

They were terrified that their cash cow would just disappear without a trace.

At that time, not only will they lose both their money and their loved ones,

It could also allow other people or forces to take control of this so-called ancient alchemist.

That would be a losing proposition.

Scarface nodded as he put away the scroll; he naturally understood Geller's plan.

So he continued speaking in the same vein.

"Brother Geller's arrangements are very thorough. I will follow Commander Cyril."

"Wherever he goes, I will go."

"Is everything alright now?"

"Hahaha, no problem, of course no problem," the administrator laughed heartily.

In a joyful and harmonious atmosphere,

The discussion of action plans continued in the meeting room.

In order to complete the modification of collectively enchanted weapons as soon as possible.

They decided to gather all the blacksmiths and craftsmen in the city and work through the night to forge and enchant.

Suddenly, the whole town became lively.

The sounds of hammering and shouting could be heard everywhere.

Many unsuspecting young people, even under the quartermaster's impassioned speech, were misled.

They all decided to join this expedition.

Go and fight to defend our homeland.

Even if it means arguing with their parents, they don't want to give up the opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Under the influence of this atmosphere.

Morale in Iron City is at an all-time high.

At the end of the meeting,

The administrator took a moment to ask Scarface what the threat from the goblins was like.

Will it pose a threat to the Iron City that has been sent on an expedition?

When faced with this topic, Scarface began his persuasive tactics.

He recounted his experience of imprisonment,

It began by describing the goblins' filth and evil.

He then began to publish his own fallacies and heresies.

The gist of it is that he was imprisoned for almost a year, but the number of goblins in his lair did not even reach a hundred.

The development speed is extremely slow.

It poses absolutely no threat.

As for Dorothy, she is a special case.

He even went so far as to claim it was his own masterpiece.

However, the experiment failed, resulting in him not only failing to escape his imprisonment but also being enslaved even more severely.

If it weren't for the caravan that came to explore...

I can't even run back myself.

He needs some time to work out a strategy.

Let's see how to turn a failed product back into a well-behaved masterpiece.

So after obtaining the nest core...

This will help the administrator quickly strengthen the soldiers under his command.

Let everyone be like a dragon.

Just to be on the safe side,

The goblin situation needs to be dealt with temporarily, otherwise, if we take any drastic action...

This could not only alert nearby cities, but also alert the goblins to take precautions.

Ultimately, this led to failure.

After listening to Scarface's charade, the shrewd administrator nodded in approval.

He really didn't have the energy to deal with the goblins.

As long as they don't attack the village.

Then all of Ironforge's attention will be focused on the undead.

Seeing that the administrator had been completely fooled,

Scarface let out a long sigh of relief.

He certainly didn't want Ironclad City to actually take action while His Majesty was away on campaign.

Now things are much better; both sides have the same goal.

It remains to be seen who will ultimately prevail in the undead realm.

In the still night, six purple moons hung high in the sky.

News of the undead's presence spread throughout the remote mountainous region.

Several nearby human towns are actively preparing for war, with each city organizing its own expeditionary force.

They are determined to get ahead of others and obtain the core of the fertile nest.

Amidst these undercurrents...

Many people, unwilling to remain silent, decided to get involved.

Among them was the gang leader of Iron City: Death.

"Boss, are you really going to sell this information to the dwarves?"

"Isn't this somewhat tantamount to treason?"

Sitting on the sofa, he frantically fiddled with the tarot cards.

His gloomy gaze fell upon the cadre who had asked the question.

"Treason? Aren't you giving us too much credit?"

He sneered.

She smoothed her long, gray-blue hair and said with disdain:

"To put it grandly, we are the underground kings of Iron Rock City."

"But to put it bluntly, they are the kingdom's bedbugs."

"They are beings that can be crushed at will."

"Nobody cares about our lives or deaths."

He grabbed an insect from the table and crushed it with all his might.

Then he pressed his hand against the cadre's body and wiped it.

The question was asked in a calm and unhurried tone:

Do you still think we're selling out our country?

The cadre, swallowing hard, nodded frantically.

Realizing his mistake, he quickly shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, no, we are not betraying our country."

"It's a business transaction, and selling intelligence is part of the underground business."

"If we don't sell, others will."

"So it makes perfect sense."

The man who had withdrawn his finger finally revealed a satisfied expression.

He patted the cadre on the shoulder and said in approval:

"That's right, it makes perfect sense."

"Such valuable information should be sold for a good price."

"Wouldn't that be a disgrace to our profession?"

"Moreover, there are many lucrative opportunities and business prospects among the dwarves, so doing them a favor can only bring benefits, not harm."