The teleportation master profession actually has a good status in the main plane. Although they cannot compare with the high-ranking masters, they are all the confidants of the city lord to be teleportation masters. However, in the miniature plane, the status of the teleportation master is obviously not very good.

Those young aliens with strong bodies like to go out and gain more benefits. Only the elderly, weak, sick and disabled will huddle in the city to provide logistics services to the tribesmen. Such people are destined to have no status in the alien groups that respect strength first. Mifu, the so-called teleportation master, is an old man with low strength, otherwise the ancient van clan master would not choose to hang out in the tavern without any trouble.

Due to limited time and Wu Song felt that living in this dilapidated cabin should not be considered a big deal, so this guy did not make any other preparations and entered the cabin directly in an invisible state. In his opinion, as long as the Miffer teleporter was cleanly solved, and then using the other party's corpse to open the teleportation array, it would be enough to deal with everything. And this should not be too difficult. However, after sneaking in, Wu Song found that the Miffer teleporter seemed to be different from others.

When Wu Song sneaked into Miff's residence, the old Gufan tribe with all his hair turned white did not sleep, but sat on a very simple bed holding a big cup to drink. From the other party's slightly scarlet eyes, it was not difficult for Wu Song to see that the old teleporter was already dizzy.

Comrade Xiao Wu smiled secretly, thinking that this guy was dizzy and had no precautions. I happened to do it without anyone knowing it. However, just when he drew out the short sword and was about to give the old man of the ancient dynasty, the old man of the ancient dynasty burped but suddenly spoke, "Human, can you wait until I finish this glass of wine before taking action? If you have any questions, please ask me. After I finish this glass of wine, I will tell you all the things you want to know."

"Do you know who I am?" Wu Song was surprised by the other party's words. Wu Song didn't think it was discovered. In fact, it was not once or twice that he was invisible. However, the other party was able to see through his disguise and tell that he was a human, which made Wu Song quite incredible.

You should know that he used the mimetic cloak to disguise but has never been seen through. This time he changed to become the Ekvilla Spiderman. Wu Song also swayed in front of many aliens, but no one could see through the disguise of the mimetic cloak. However, the old man named Miffer recognized him at a glance, which made Wu Song frown. Then, he used the auxiliary device to observe the other party's level and was shocked to find that the old man's level was only level fifty.

"It should be able to guess a little bit!"

"Then you must be able to guess what I came to you for?"

Miffer nodded, pointed to a chair beside the bed with his chin and said, "Sit down first, wait until I finish drinking this little wine, just ask whatever you want, I will tell you everything you want to know and don't want to know. Hehe, human, I'm really happy that you can come to me."

The old Miffor smiled so much that Wu Song was a little stunned. According to common sense, as a alien, it was normal for the other party to see humans to be in a state of hostility, but the old man seemed to be quite welcoming him.

Even though he knew that he had bad intentions, he could still smile, and Wu Song could see that there was no pretending to be in the other person's smile, which was clearly the kind of joy from the bottom of his heart. This confused Wu Song. This guy thought that this old guy could be a super big guy, right? Why did he die to the forefront? He was so happy.

The guy turned his eyes, curled his lips and asked tentatively, "Miff Teleporter, you helped me. Once the gopher guy finds out, you ancient vans will be in great trouble. Are you not afraid that your tribe members will be implicated because of your behavior?" Wu Song didn't care whether Miff's attitude was cooperative or not. He wanted to know what the weird old man thought and what kind of mood could make the old man smile so happily when he saw his arrival.

"Hehe, if I didn't involve those bastards, I wouldn't want to help you." The old Miffer let out a strange laugh and said, "Do you know what position I had in the ancient mortal clan? He was the commander, the real commander! But what did those guys I trust do to me? For the position of the commander, I secretly gave me a strange medicine, which made my level drop from level 100 to level 50 or 60 without knowing it. These guys also killed all my confidants and relatives, but left me alone, let me be a ghost teleporter!

Humans, can you feel my mood? Do you know how much I want to tear them to pieces whenever I see those enemies swaying in front of me! Hehe, now you are finally here, and I finally have the opportunity to take revenge. As long as I let you go, those goblocked gophers will definitely not let my tribesmen have a good life. Since they don’t let me live, let’s die together!”

"It seems that this guy has been driven crazy by hatred!" For a thief with strong perception, it is not too difficult to tell whether someone is telling the truth. What's more, Wu Song feels that Miffer has no need to deceive him at all. If the wing is intentionally attracted to him to take the bait, then since he appeared in the room, the other party's goal should have been achieved. Miffer has no need to continue wasting his words with him.

Mifu's hatred for other people in the ancient dynasty was so deep that it was irreconcilable. The old man had no negative emotions such as fear when facing Wu Song, and completely regarded Wu Song, the killer who planned to kill him, as a target of confiding. During Mifu's confiding, Wu Song also learned about the grudge between the old teleporter and his own race.

Although the ancient mortal tribe is now one of the top major races in this area, in fact, the development history of the ancient mortal tribe in just over a hundred years is enough to be described as parabola.

More than 200 years ago, the Gufan tribe was still a third-rate race nearby, and it was very difficult to make a living in the cracks between major races. However, among the aliens in the quadratic plane, a heroic figure was enough to make a race rise. The Gufan tribe produced a hero two hundred years ago, and this hero leading the rise of the Gufan tribe was the old teleporter Mifu in front of him.
Chapter completed!