"Oh ~ this is a masterpiece ~ this is art ~ I have never seen such a beautiful, so ------"

"It's a musket, or you can call it a light gun, we're used to calling it, but it's not the beauty of Kozan, Mr. Razdenk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Benny interrupted Razdenk's duck voice, and when the goblins got excited, their voices would be as bad as chainsaws.

The interrupted green-skinned goblin was stunned for a moment, and then his already large eyes widened.

"Your Excellency the Great Lord actually knows about Kozan Island?"

"If the weather is good enough, you can see the island from Hot Sand Lane to the east, right?" Benny looked at the map in his hand, they were almost at the arena, and the stone remains scattered on the side of the road had already begun to appear, some were statues, some were houses or other buildings, there were obvious traces of artificial carvings on them, and they also had a strong jungle troll style, they always liked to carve some strange animals on the stone, which were the gods they believed in Loa.

"You are truly knowledgeable, Your Excellency." Razdenk threw the third-generation light gun in his hand to the human henchman behind him. "Although Kozan Island can be faintly seen from Hot Sand Alley, no one knows its name, except for the goblins."

Kozan Island is one of the islands split from the mainland after the Battle of the Ancients, once belonged to the territory of a forest troll, I don't know when, the goblins came to this island, killed most of the trolls and became the new owners of this island, they established a huge goblin-style technology city there, and centered there, developed several super trade organizations across the two continents of Azeroth, the largest of which is also the most famous in the previous life is the Rusty Water Chaebol, and the goblin venture capital company is often a ' The villain's face appears.

It's just that, in Benny's opinion, these goblins are all bird-like, there is no difference at all, in short, gold coins are everything, he had read the autobiography of the trade king Gary Vickers in his previous life, and the political and cultural ecology of Kozan Island also revolves around small gold coins, it is a country composed of trade giants, in a sense, 'Dawn Light' is actually a competitor of Kozan Island, and the alliance and tribal underground trade that has been monopolized by Hot Sand Port and Ratchet City have been robbed of a lot of share by them, The trade of food alone is enough for all goblins to see Dawn Light as their enemy.

However, Razdenk apparently does not think so, he is a businessman, what is the most important thing about a businessman? It's information, he's learned more about Dawn Light, it's not an organization he can provoke, and neither can Garry Vickers.

"Is this musket popular on the black market?" Benny looked at the human henchman behind the goblin, his face excited, fiddling with the musket in his hand.

Although he had learned the character of the Great Lord in detail, his direct question still made Razdenk feel embarrassed for a moment.

"It's okay----- it's okay----- hehe------"

"Really?" Benny smiled psychologically, okay? Fortunately, you can follow your life? It seems that he has neglected the interests of this area, the retired old-fashioned muskets are either returned to the furnace or piled up in the warehouse for ashes, it is better to use the black market of goblins to make some money, the Leap Ship, which is piled up with gold coins, the three Leap Ships, or the burden of the Draenei and Quel'Salas together have cost the 'Dawn Light' nearly four years of financial revenue.

This is not counting the R&D costs, the first Leap Ship that was built even had the problem of disintegrating within ten yards of liftoff, and it could only be dismantled and reheated, except for the power system, other parts and shells could not even be reheated, Benny's standard was to be able to sail in the astral universe where energy was flowing chaotically! The requirements for materials are too high, and if those three big guys are used to craft weapons, all the soldiers of the Armed Alliance and the Horde will still have a surplus.

"Huh?" Benny's heart jumped, and Sylvanas glanced at him and suddenly scurried into the bushes in front of him. "Rhona! Two points in the direction! Seventy yards! ”

Rhona froze, drew her scimitar and ran out.

"Werewolves?" Khadgar pulled out his staff, he knew that Benny had a 'touch' that was more sensitive than a magical alert rune, and could sense a lot of range around him.

"It's supposed to be a troll." The 'touch' transmitted by the Holy Light is very special, but it is not a werewolf or a demon, the evil energy in their body cannot be hidden, and only the Dread Demon can escape his perception, and those sinister and cunning creatures can even imitate the frequency of other people's soul fluctuations.

“￥#！ #%¥" Several indeterminate roars rang out simultaneously from the direction of Hill and Rhona.

"It's really troll language, Your Excellency, Great Lord." Razdenk's eyes rolled, how did this high lord know that there were trolls? And at such a distance, the forest trolls are the best stalkers here, and their green skin and the moss on their skin are excellent camouflage.

After a short time, Sylvanas walked out of the bushes with a bowed figure, and Razdenk and the others took a breath in their hearts, this beautiful elf had a lot of strength.

Green skin, covered with moss, with a few drops of dew hanging from the moss, a common feature of forest trolls, long elven ears, two pointed fangs sticking out from the corners of their mouths, longer than a dwarven beard, and green hair on their heads that stretched from the top of their heads to their necks, like the mane of a minotaur.

The troll had a blood line cut on each of his hands and feet, Sylvanas directly broke his tendons and hamstrings, the hatred between the High Elves and the forest trolls has lasted for thousands of years, and she will not be polite to these cannibalistic guys!

"Elves ------ humans ------ ------- death to Cubarush!" The troll let out a beastly roar at Benny, saying something in a stiff lingua franca mixed with the troll's language, and the sliced wounds on his hands and feet healed almost at a rate visible to the naked eye, revealing the forest troll's ability to heal itself.

"He is the guard of the Arena of Gubarash, Your Excellency the Great Lord."

"Mr. Razdenk knows troll language?" Benny is really a little surprised, the troll language is a very special language, it originated from the ancient trolls established the empire even before the era of the ancients, these languages do not even have written circulation, just a spoken language, and unusually awkward, although after the establishment of the empire, this language is more systematic, regular, but it is also a very unpopular language, because the troll empire was divided between the north and the south at that time, coupled with the vast territory, so that the troll language dialects are very many, especially after the fall of the troll empire and the division of the major tribes.

Two different clans may speak completely different troll languages, and you may not understand the troll language of the Darkspear tribe but not necessarily the other clans.

But the fact that this goblin could speak the ancient troll language of Gurarush was surprising enough, and in Benny's opinion, the ancient troll language was more difficult than the Italian language that he had to speak with his tongue in his previous life.

"A little bit of understanding, a little understanding." Razdenk smiled, his big eyes narrowed into a slit, and if he could help, it proved that the muskets promised by the Great Lord could not run, and these muskets brought not only gold coins, but also invisible prestige in the black market.

"Ask him if there's anything unusual about the Gubarash Arena lately." Benny said.

"No problem, but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to get him to speak." The vast majority of forest trolls look down on foreigners, yes, just look down, maybe from the arrogance of the Troll Empire in the ancient times or something, in short, they just look down on other races, and most forest trolls are very hostile to the High Elves and humans as well as the orcs.

Most importantly, they are not afraid of death, and they believe that they will also be able to take revenge through their souls and gain another way of immortality after death.

"I'll let him speak, all you need is a translator." Benny reached out and pressed his hand directly to the troll's forehead.