The Valley of Thorns is located at the southernmost tip of the entire continent of Azeroth, the territory is huge, but there is very little intelligent life, even if humans have an extraordinary love for farming, still no one wants to come to this land, this is a paradise of jungles and beasts outside of true civilization.

The aborigines of the Valley of Thorns are trolls, according to the information that Dafan found out before his death, the resident population is only about 10,000, and the environment is too harsh, even if it is a powerful race like trolls, it cannot thrive in this land, and it is already remarkable to be able not to be exterminated.

Trolls are now living in the ruins of several ancient trolls, living a life that they don't know, no matter the life of Wei and Jin, the hustle and bustle of the outside world has nothing to do with them, you can fight casually, it doesn't matter if people's brains are beaten into pig brains.

Among them, the trolls are divided into several tribes, the blood-top trolls are the largest, with 2,500 people, the Gulabash trolls 1,500 people, the skull-splitting trolls 1,500 people, the dark spear trolls 1,000 people, and the remaining 2,000 goblins and about 500 scattered orcs.

Human bloodsail pirates and ogres are scattered all over the place, and the number is difficult to count, but the number of people who come is not large.

Vanessa led the young priest south and soon found the camp of the Defia Brotherhood's business partner, a venture capital firm.

It is different from Dafan, who has clearly pulled the flag and rebelled, but hides underground every day, for fear that the enemy will find him.

It's also not a serious organization, and the goblin venture capital company is much more atmospheric, not to mention the entire Azeroth staking field, all the camps are built on the ground, and all kinds of armed forces are complete.

Unifying the Valley of Thorns is a bit difficult, but it's more than enough to dominate one side.

Vanessa didn't sneak and walked into the camp generously. She told the young pastor the truth that the Defia Brotherhood had a lot of business dealings with venture capital firms.

Most of the gold ore they dig up goes into the treasury of the venture capital firm, and what does the other party pay the brotherhood? Wood! It's wood all over the valley of thorns!

Gold for wood! It may be understandable in any real-time strategy game, but in the real world, this is undoubtedly a deal like a big deal, but the western wilderness is nothing, and Dafan is focused on building ships, so he can only buy wood from here.

Vanessa has a stomachache inside and out, and the goblin who absconded with the money last time was also hired from here, and the new and old hatreds are just counted together.

The venture capital firm's camp was already quiet outside, and the area where Nimez could provoke more than a hundred crocodiles with a single lightning arrow.

Even in the middle of the night, it was still a brightly lit scene, and the beasts were accustomed to it, so they didn't bother it.

The roar of the woodcutters came and went, trees were constantly being cut down, and the smelting area was even more lively, a large number of goblins were overseers, urging many humanoid races to smelt metal, and the hot molten iron was poured into the mold, raising a white mist, and the goblin blacksmith could be seen beating swords on the side in the smoke, and the busy posture was just like Saruman making evil orcs!

Seeing that the goblin more than one meter tall was still working in the middle of the night, Vanessa, who was deeply affected by 996 in her previous life, sighed, look at the work spirit of others? This means that you don't plan to rest, but prepare to stay until dawn.

"Welcome, strange visitor, can I help you slim down your wallet?" Their visit quickly caught the attention of the goblin guards, a guy who seemed to be a small boss, and came to them with two goblin warriors.

"I'm not a stranger, I'm from the Wild West and want to see Mogul. Razdonk, I know he's in there. Vanessa tossed a token of the Brotherhood.

"The director doesn't ......" The little boss wanted to say that the director was not there as usual, but immediately hesitated after seeing the token.

The Defia Brotherhood is the number one super customer in the VC firm's customer base, and it's too easy to deceive and too rich! If he delays a big event because of his own reasons, let alone the supervisor, even he himself will not forgive himself.

Without a briefing, or a request for instructions, the goblins invited Vanessa and her priest into the venture capital company's camp with the specifications of a super VIP.

Due to their height, the goblins themselves live in buildings that are not tall, but in order to make customers feel at home, they have built a house dedicated to receiving visitors according to the normal height of humans.

Vanessa didn't wait a moment before a goblin with slightly gray skin rushed in.

"Welcome, friend of the Brotherhood, I am Mogul, the Lord of Trade. Razdonk, my business is all over Azeroth, there are no problems that I can't solve, come to me with a problem, it means that you have a good eye, eh...... You are? The other party looked up at her and looked at her for a long time, it was really a human face that was almost the same in the eyes of the goblins, but Vanessa's female identity still made him make a judgment, this is a raw face.

"Vanessa. Van Cleeff, now the head of the Brotherhood of Defia. She gave a brief description of who she is.

“...... You are welcome to come, is there anything you can help us with? Goblin Technology ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Vanessa: "Goblin technology, shocking? I know that. There was some chaos in the Mines of Death the other day, and the two goblins hired by the Brotherhood seem to have some fresh perspective on the judgment of the situation, and the Brotherhood finds them back in the camp of the venture company, can I get them back? You know, you need their help for a lot of work......"

Her words were obviously not good, and Mogul realized that she had come to ask for an account, and his face instantly became ugly.

"I'm going to ask my subordinates, they must have been negligent, well, that's all!" He turned to slip away, walked quickly to the door, and stretched out his hand to push the door, but the movement was too big, and the door did not open open, but he seemed to have hit an iron plate.

What's going on? He looked at the door in front of him, the door was still the same door, but it didn't feel right at all?

He turned around to find a faint white mist floating in his reception room, and Vanessa, who he thought was a fat sheep, was pointing in another direction: "Do you want to go?" The door is over there......"

"Over there......"

"...... over there"

The voice constantly reverberates in the goblin Mogul. Raztunk rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had worked too the accounts, and with a very false smile on his face, he walked in the direction Vanessa had pointed out.

"Trade King, what are you doing here? The door is on your left......"

The more nervous and frightened, the self-proclaimed goblin trade king circled around the room of less than twenty square meters, but he couldn't find the location of the door, what he saw with his eyes was completely different from what he touched, and in the end, his vision was full of doors that he couldn't push open.