"Allow me, on behalf of Goblin Ventures Wages, to express my sincerest thanks to you. "www.biquge.infoRazdenk's movements are indeed a little aristocratic, but the ridiculous appearance of the goblin destroys everything, and the little eyes are crowded together, full of flattery, and the gaze is as if he is looking at a pile of humanoid gold coins."

"We just happened to be passing through." Benny's face was cold, he really didn't want to deal with this goblin, if it was before, he might still have plans to use goblin engineering technology, but with the development of 'Dawn Light' itself, this idea has long been lost, compared to goblins, the more 'rational' dwarf technology system has shown that it has a deeper potential side, goblin technology is too obsessed with destruction, weapons and equipment are inseparable, destruction is not the only main theme of war.

"Ah, only noble followers of the Holy Light will not hesitate to help strangers, Your Excellency must be a sacrifice from the 'Dawn Light'?" Razdenk was a goblin who had made a fortune in his business, and of course he knew who he was drugged in, and the grim-faced man in front of him didn't look like a polite nonsenseman.

"Oh? Do you know the 'Dawn Light'? Do you still know about sacrifices? Benny's eyes narrowed, he was used to masking the look in his eyes.

"Of course I know, Mr. Sacrifice, I'm afraid there is no one in this world who doesn't know." Goblins seem to have the same habits as gnomes------ like to swing their hands when it comes to excitement. "Your feat of exterminating the undead and demons has already spread throughout the world, and it must be a thrilling war."

"Thrilling?" Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as a terrible death, a huge kingdom collapsed overnight, and the blood of countless innocents condensed into the Scourge army led by Arthas, even if the 'Dawn Light' was considered to have saved that country, but after the fact, the population of the Lordaeron Kingdom has plummeted by nearly two-thirds, everyone wears filial piety, families cry, and the survivors live in despair, and the Dawn Light brings them hope, so they can accept these new 'rulers' so easily.

"It's just a gesture to save you, Mr. Goblin, if you have anything to say, it's better to be straightforward."

"Oh, I just like to deal with people like you." The goblin didn't pay any attention to the thorn in Benny's words. "I would like to ask you to escort us to a safe place."

"Escort?" Even Khadgar on the side was stunned. "Aren't you going to go by water? It seems that even the ship is ready. ”

"Ah, that's right." The goblin rubbed his hands. "Our cargo ships have been damaged, and our cargo obviously can't follow us on the waterway, so ------"

"We're not mercenaries, Mr. Goblin." Benny interrupted him. "It's not an adventurer either, so ------ I suggest you give up the goods, your life is gone, is it still useful to ask for the goods?"

Benny turned and left, and Razdenk froze in place, his little green eyes rolling and chasing after him.

"Your Excellency, please wait, wait------ what are you looking for?"

"What do you want to say?" Benny frowned and turned around, and Razdenk jumped for a moment, not knowing if it was an illusion, as if he could see a golden light in this person's eyes.

"I just heard you talking about the Arena of Cuba, Mr. Sacrifice, of course, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but ------" Razdenk bowed. "I'm familiar with the Valley of Thorns, and I have some 'business' dealings with the Gubarash Arena, maybe I can help------ I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Mogul Razdenk, the trading prince of Goblin Ventures." At the mention of his name, the goblin straightened up with his head held high.

"Oh?" Hearing the name Razdenk, Benny's memory rolled in his mind------ Prince of Trade Razdenk, one of the five goblin trading princes, low-key, rarely showing his head, generally only haunting Kozan Island, the base camp of goblins, but he is an out-and-out heavyweight in the business world of Azeroth, but what does ------ have to do with him, he has no trade with goblins.

"We've got a guide, Mr. Razdenk, thank you for your kindness."

Razdenk looked at the backs of Benny and beckoned to the humans and orcs behind him.

"The goblin is following us." Sylvanas looked behind her, she had the best eyesight of the few people. "Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

"Follow them if you want, leave them alone." Benny looked at the map in his hand. "Mr. Brian."

"Just call me Brian, Your Excellency." The dwarf said hurriedly.

"Okay, then, just call me Benny." Benny smiled. "You just said that in addition to the Gurashi Arena, the demons may also be hiding in the ruins of Zumawi, right?"

"Yes, but ------" Brian unfolded his map. "I thought about it, it shouldn't be in the Zumawi ruins, this ruins are just south of us, and the direction of the werewolf's retreat just now is obviously to the east, I think, the Gubarash Arena may be higher."

"I agree with you, but, just to be on the safe side------" Benny glanced at Sylvanas, and the elf understood and nodded at him.

"That goblin is quite persevering, in order to repay the favor? Maybe you should give him a chance. Khadgar said, looking behind him.

"That's Razdenk, a trade prince, to repay the favor?" The corners of Benny's mouth hooked, as if to show disdain for the name 'Prince of Trade'. "Their brains have long been filled with gold coins, and this Razdenk is only following us for gold coins."

Khadgar was stunned.

"For the gold? Does he still want to rob us? "Benny's spell was enough to deter all the bandits in Azeroth?

"Of course not, he's for the underground trade, the weapons, armor, and even combat uniforms and space backpacks of the 'Dawn Light' are priceless items on the black market, and the tribe has been coveting these things for a long time." Benny is well aware of the huge profits that underground trade and the black market bring to goblins.

"I see." Khadgar nodded abruptly.

"Leave him alone." Benny waved his hand. "When I see the werewolf again, he will naturally leave."

"Are we really going to follow them?" Ma Nan looked at his boss, he didn't know what stupidity he was making at this time, thinking of those golden swords just now, he shuddered a little, who knows if he will give his own people a blow if he angers them.

"Of course." Razdenk's eyes flashed. "I don't know what they're looking for, but it must be something amazing, and I won't miss the opportunity."

Razdenk knew the guide of those people, and he saw the insignia on the dwarven backpack------ the Explorers' Guild, they were very familiar with geography, but when it came to the Arena of Cuba, these explorers were not familiar with himself, and he had to seize the opportunity to connect with the 'Dawn Light', which would bring him a steady stream of gold coins, perhaps, that could buy the whole of Kozan Island!