The negotiation between a cat and a dog and a monster is strange and funny.

Angela's [Beast Language Ring] was placed in the center, sometimes a furry cat's paw was pressed on, sometimes a furry dog's paw was pressed on, or a black and hard tentacles were pressed.

Occasionally, Adanis and Sansha would discuss it. One "snoring" screamed, and the other "snoring snoring" responded a few times, seeming to be discussing a response plan.

Paul of Warcraft on the other side looked dumbly at the cat and dog combination opposite, his round head didn't know what he was thinking.

More often, a cat, a dog, and a monster will take turns to touch [The Ring of Beast Language], the frequency is not slow at all, and a posture of "very intense negotiation".

[The Ring of Beast Language] is equivalent to a universal translation tool, and both parties can use it to accurately express their meaning.

This very strange scene opened the eyes of the well-informed Renault.

Probably only in other worlds, this kind of weird thing will happen.

Angela, Arnold, and Lindhem and others all saw their eyes protruding, and the worldview was rewritten again.

My goodness, the beasts are all gathered together for a meeting...what is going on in this world? Are the monsters planning to occupy the world?

Angela restored the shattered worldview with difficulty, turned her head to look at Renault, and asked in a low voice:

"Lord Lord, do you think this uh... negotiation can be successful?"

"I don't know." Renault shook his head. "However, no matter whether the negotiation can achieve results, as long as'Paul' can bring the news back, then we can establish a communication channel with'that race'... I think this is what it is. most important thing."

The reason why he judged that the intelligent creature behind Paul of Warcraft is a "race", rather than a small number of individuals, is based on the 4 nearly identical rings in Paul's tentacles.

With the knowledge of the mechanical dog, Renault knew at a glance that this was definitely a mass-manufactured item, and it had a certain industrial standard.

And if it is a small number of individuals, what about "industrial standards"?

"You are right!" Angela meditated for a moment, and said in agreement, "I'm too impatient...As long as there is a smooth communication channel, I can sit down and talk about everything slowly...The other party will inevitably be suspicious at first. , Expecting to gain the trust of the other party immediately is an unlikely thing..."

Renault touched his chin and suddenly had an idea:

"Maybe, we can give a little gift from ‘that race’ and let Paul take it back!"

Angela immediately expressed her support:

"Master Lord, this is a great idea!"

The person in charge of the Hell Island base, Lindhem suddenly interjected:

"My lord,'that race' has stolen metal tools from the salvage station. This shows that they need these tools. We can make another batch of tools and give them to them..."

Angela has different opinions:

"I guess ‘that race’ may have taken a fancy to the materials used to make the tools, not the tools themselves... I suggest asking Paul to understand what the other party needs, and we will tailor a batch of tools for the other party!"

Renault decided:

"Angela, just do what you want!"

Miss Archon responded, and shouted at Sansha in the distance, repeating her own words.

Later, Renault saw that when the three fools touched [The Ring of Beast Language] again, Paul suddenly waved his tentacles.

This is certainly not because it wants to fight.

The terrifying "two-legged monster" sits here, and Paul does this only when he is crazy.

But because it was so happy that it threw its tentacles triumphantly!

Renault and Angela looked at each other, and at the same time saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Angela said softly:

"It seems that'that race' is very lacking in metal tools!"

Renault nodded:

"should be."

Paul's tentacles on non-metallic and non-stone rings also indirectly confirmed this point. "That race" lacked metal and had to replace it with other materials.

At this moment, Sansha suddenly ran over.

While its dog's mouth barked "oooh" and said "dog language" that no one understood, it stretched out a dog's paw and scratched it on the ground.

This guy writes general text.

This fully shows how important it is for a dog to be proficient in a "foreign language".

Lindhem directly read the general text written by Sansha.

"... Paul said... your metal materials are very good... it won't disappear a little bit in the sea... My friend likes it..."

"... I hope you will give away a batch of metal materials... The more the better... If you can directly provide weapons, armor... and other tools... My friend will be happier..."

The amount of information in this remark is huge.

Miss Archon cried out in surprise:

"The other party has enemies!"

The words "weapons, armor" prove this point.

Renault saw even more astonishing information, and he slowly said:

"The other party hasn't mastered the ‘rust prevention’ technology... In addition, they are very likely to be intelligent races living in the sea!"

"what?"

Several other people were stunned.

Angela stammered and asked:

"My lord, you... how do you know?"

Renault shrugged and replied:

"I think you should know that the corrosion rate of ordinary steel in seawater will increase significantly. Paul's words "will not disappear a little bit in the water", which shows that they have not mastered the anti-rust technology...due to metal loss Great, this is why they don’t have enough metal materials to make weapon armor."

"In addition, the reason why Paul said'your metal materials are very good' is because the steel of our ocean tide collar, with other elements added, is all stainless steel and will not be easily corroded by sea water... The other party must have discovered this. Only at one point will the metal tools of the salvage station be stolen again and again."

"As for why I think that the other party is an'aquatic intelligent race', the same is true... Only if you live in the sea for a long time, the rust problem will make the other party helpless... If on land, there are many ways to prevent rust, such as on metal surfaces Apply grease, regular maintenance, and ordinary weapons can be used for a long time... But in sea water, this method simply doesn't work...

This reasonable and well-founded remark immediately convinced others.

Angela looked at Renault with admiration and exclaimed:

"Lord Lord, your wisdom is really amazing!"

The people next to him, including the fat dog, nodded.

Renault smiled slightly, his gaze shifted to Sansha:

"Go tell Paul that we are willing to give away 200 tons of excellent steel ingots... In addition, as it can provide samples of weapons and armor, we are also willing to build a batch of equipment for free, the quantity..."

After a pause, he reported a series of numbers:

"1000 sets of full body armor, 2000 sets for each weapon!"

"Wow!"

The fat dog shook the dog's head, opened four legs, and ran towards Paul of Warcraft.

After a while, Paul placed his tentacles again.

And the amplitude is greater than before.

There is no doubt that this guy is extremely happy.

Angela glanced at Renault with admiration and admiration, and whispered:

"Your move is really amazing...As long as the other party provides samples of armor and weapons, we can use the samples to learn about the other party's physical data, such as how tall, what size, and how to fight..."

"You're right!" Renault said lightly, "More importantly, this is a conspiracy...Even if the other party can see our intentions, they have to accept it!"

...

Half an hour later, on the coast of Hell Island, between a cat, a dog, and a monster, there was a joyous goodbye.

"Snoring...snoring..."

"Woo...oooo..."

A cat and a dog, the ghost crying wolf howling inexplicably "language".

"Gluck...bang...gluck...boom..."

Paul of Warcraft's voice was very strange, and it sounded like a sharp smile, and it slapped the ground with its tentacles from time to time.

It can be seen that in the negotiations just now, the three guys seemed to have formed a friendship.

"Wow!"

Paul's huge body, submerged in the sea, quickly disappeared, leaving only a circle of ripples.

Angela, who was standing not far away, looked at this scene and asked strangely:

"Paul should be a powerful creature living in lava. Why is it so closely related to a race living in sea water?"

No one knows the answer.

However, it is certain that this must be another interesting story.

"Woooo..."

The fat dog ran towards Angela briskly, his mouth spitting and yelling.

"What? Three fools, you mean, next time Paul comes over, he will bring you a gift?"

Angela asked in surprise.

"Wow!"

The fat dog barked and waved its tail happily.

Angela asked:

"Do you inquire about Paul's history?"

"Oh... oh oh oh..."

Angela asked again:

"Paul refused to say more? Just to tell you, half of the time, he hunts in the lava, and the other half, he stays with his friends? So, who are his friends?"

"Woo...oooo..." the fat dog replied.

"You haven't heard too much news? You only know that Paul has many friends who live in the sea all year round, but don't know what they are and where they are gathered..."

Angela looked at Renault at the front and sighed:

"My lord, your guess is completely correct, and the opponent is indeed a wise race living in the sea!"

Renault manipulated two bright light clusters, leading the way in the fog ahead, and said without looking back:

"In fact, it is not difficult to guess... However, Paul is more cautious than we thought. It seems that it is difficult to get any useful information from it..."

While chatting, several people walked through the mist and gradually disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​mist.