Third Army Corps Barracks.

The "procedure" was still going on, a staff officer asked questions, and Angmar answered.

Swish, brush, brush...

The three recordkeepers kept using their quills and wrote beautiful lines of handwriting on the Xuelang paper.

Facing the staff officer's question, Angmar stated "all" the information he had learned from Zuldazar, of course, from the identity and perspective of a traveler.

In this fabricated story, the traveler Angmar spent a peaceful and happy time in the Pandaren Empire in the south, but he couldn't bear the desire to travel and finally left.

He rode the big black donkey he bought from the simple and kind-hearted pandaren, all the way north, through the Zandalari Mountains, and arrived at Zuldazar, ready to continue to appreciate the exotic scenery of the troll capital.

He originally hoped to witness the legendary troll voodoo magic and see what the troll's loa looked like. However, he accidentally ran into the troll interrogator who was torturing the night elf girl Elisande.

How can this happen?

So Angmar showed his strength and didn't care whether he stayed in Zuldazar or not. He rescued the girl and rode the raptor he snatched from the troll guard, all the way north, running, running, running, until

After crossing the dangerous Nazmir, bypassing the troll border defenses, we arrived here.

"That's all I know."

Angmar said, sitting on a chair in the center of the tent.

The staff officer, who was missing half of his left ear and had a scar on the bridge of his nose, kept shaking his head after listening to Angmar's "story". He took over the records compiled by the recorder after comparing them, and his face became more and more unhappy.

He stared into Angmar's eyes and said with an unkind expression:

"Foreigner, I believe that in the few months you have been in Zuldazar, you have seen and heard more than what you have told me. You at least know the detailed locations of the troll settlements along the way, as well as the approximate population and defense status, right?"

While the staff officer was speaking, the guard at the door strode forward and put his hand on the weapon on his waist, full of threats.

Seeing this, Ferguson's entourage hurriedly said:

"Sir, this is Mr. Ferguson's distinguished guest, please..."

The staff officer slapped the Xuelang paper on the table with such an angry look that he frightened away the follower's words.

"I am just a traveler, not a spy of your country. I have no obligation to provide information to your country for free."

Angmar's expression was indifferent. He was disgusted with the other party's arrogant attitude, but he did not dislike this staff officer who was loyal to his job.

This war has nothing to do with right or wrong, let alone good or evil. Angmar is not prepared to take sides. Moreover, even if he wanted to, he would not be able to say it because the previous travel stories were all made up.

"Then what kind of reward do you want?" The staff officer put his hands on the table and leaned his upper body forward slightly, asking fiercely.

Angmar looked around, looking like he was thinking about how to ask for a price.

The tent was not big, and judging from the furnishings, it should be a temporarily vacated tactical room. Apart from the staff officer opposite, three record-keepers, and Ferguson's entourage standing there, there were only two fierce-looking soldiers.

Angmar felt like he was being interrogated.

After a few seconds, he looked at the staff officer, blinked and said:

"Unfortunately, no price can impress me."

The staff officer waited for a long time, but when he heard such a sentence, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had been played. He couldn't help but get angry, slapped the table again, and stood up suddenly. Just as he was about to have a fit, he

I heard a young voice coming from outside the tent:

"Please don't embarrass this guest."

The young man who made the noise followed closely behind, lifted the curtain and walked in.

He is taller than ordinary night elves, about two and a half meters when converted to the length unit of Angmar's previous life. He has an elegant manner and temperament. He is tall and thin, with short purple shawl hair, and silver eyes that sparkle like a young man.

Uniquely energetic, yet very restrained.

The luxurious robe and the badge on his chest all prove his extraordinary status.

"Sir Wells." The staff officer quickly stood up and saluted, taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

Angmar noticed that Ferguson's entourage frowned slightly as soon as they saw the visitor, and after the same salute, they left the tent.

Are you rushing to report to Ferguson? Angama guessed in her mind.

"Back off, our guests have said enough."

Wells said to the staff officer, and then cast a friendly look at Angmar.

The staff officer did not dare to disobey, saluted again, and wisely left with the recorder and guards.

When the other party looked at him, Angmar was also observing the other party quietly.

Wells is probably a mage whose strength is not inferior to that of Ferguson, and has even stepped into the realm of legend.

Thinking of the actions of Ferguson's entourage just now and the power disputes among high-level officials that he was already very familiar with, Angmar had a feeling that this Wells did not seem to belong to the same faction as Ferguson, and he waved away the military personnel.

Judging from his actions, his status seems not to be low.

Wells nodded slightly and introduced himself elegantly:

"I am Queen Azshara's royal mage chief, Wells Jenrod. I am the main person in charge of this infiltration search and rescue operation. I must thank you. Your righteous deeds have saved us a lot of trouble."

Royal mage? His status is indeed not low. But do you have to thank me every time someone comes? Why are your opening remarks so cliche?

With this thought in mind, Angmar stood up and returned the greeting, "With a little effort."

Suddenly, a flash of blue light flashed in Wells's eyes.

Angmar felt the Sunwell Essence in his body fluctuate, and knew that the other party was probing his own magic power. Feeling helpless, he allowed the Sunwell Essence to emit powerful magic power.

At this moment, the night elves within a hundred meters of the tent suddenly realized that a fleeting and powerful wave of magic appeared in the military camp.

Wells opened his mouth wide. In his eyes, Angma turned into a rising sun. The rays were dazzling and difficult to look at directly. He squeezed his eyes hard, and when he looked at Angma, his face was already filled with tears.

There was some embarrassment.

"Your Excellency Wells, it is very impolite to rashly spy on other people's magic power." Angmar said with a smile.

Wells smiled and admitted frankly:

"I'm rude. I heard that the person who saved the victims of my clan was a powerful alien mage. I couldn't bear to visit, so I came over to take a look. I'm sorry, and please forgive me if it offends me."

These words were very sincere, not at all like they were spoken by a young and energetic mage, and they won Angmar's great favor.

So...what are you here to do?

While he was talking, Ferguson also hurried into the tent. Although his expression was well organized, he could still see a trace of deeply hidden disgust. As soon as he came up, he looked at Wells and asked:

"Wells, you were supposed to be on a mission in Nazmir, why did you return without any reason?"

"Sir Ferguson, if I remember correctly, the Royal Mage's actions seem to be outside your jurisdiction. Lord Harveys specially ordered me to come and check whether the consultant has neglected this foreign guest."

Wells bowed slightly to Ferguson, his behavior was respectful, but his gentle words were full of sarcasm, which made Ferguson grit his teeth in anger, but he was helpless.

Harveys?

Angmar blinked. Is this Wells Janrod from Harveys?
Chapter completed!