McTavish has been depressed lately, or he hasn't had a good time since that miserable failed investment.

Originally, as a member of the great Ethereal Merchant, he had a lot of money. As a member of the Astral Consortium, McTavish is also a well-known rising star in the business circle. But the glory and splendor of this qiē are in the past. After choosing the wrong business partner and making a big deal with the Burning Legion demons who killed a thousand knives, McTavish nearly lost all his money and lost his fortune.

As an ethereal merchant who is very good at seizing business opportunities, McTavish has always believed that no intelligent creature cannot do business with him. When he first stepped into the business circle, it was precisely because of his belief in this that Mactavish established trade contacts with many races of different beliefs and styles with his natural eloquence, and made several amazing businesses very beautifully, which not only multiplied his assets several times, but also made a name for himself.

It wasn't until he met the demons of the Burning Legion, these chaotic and evil creatures with no credibility, that McTavish realized that his old business theories were not entirely correct.

When he had just discovered the world of Draenor with the interstellar exploration team of the Astral Consortium, McTavish hooked up with demons from the Twisted Void after a casual contact, and found a lot of business opportunities in it.

After successfully receiving a big deal from a hell lord, he was full of ambition and invested all his body, mind and possessions in this big deal. At that time, McTavish was still quite proud of his business vision and distribution methods, and believed that after he completed the transaction, his personal assets would increase significantly.

At the request of his demonic clients, McTavish, after spending a lot of time and energy, finally accumulated a batch of supplies equivalent to his entire net worth and transported them to the demon casting camp on the Hellfire Peninsula, only to find that these untrustworthy demons were not ready to spend money to buy his goods, but chose to directly and violently rob the goods, causing him to be destitute and bankrupt from now on, and even threatening his life.

At that time, if it weren't for the desperate resistance of the caravan's guards, and the fact that McTavish himself was a node hunter who was not weak, he might not have been a figure in the world for a long time.

With his honor insulted as a businessman, McTavish, who was angry that he had been deceived, relied on the negligence and carelessness of the demons and his unique skill as an ethereal spirit, "Perception Shielding", to vent his anger and steal a set of pistons and energy cores of a magical mecha from a platform guarded by a circle of Ganerge overseers in the demon casting camp, and then returned to the temporary foothold of the Astral Consortium.

But because of the ridiculous act of making a deal with the devil, not only did the commercial escort force of the Interstellar Consortium not send troops, but McTavish sought justice for the heavy losses and recovered the losses; McTavish's ridiculous failures and ideas have become the laughing stock of his fellow citizens of the entire Astral Consortium, and they have been used to mock and humiliate him.

Driven by anger and disappointment, McTavish, who was already on the verge of bankruptcy, quietly followed the orcs to the world of Azeroth to pan for gold when the dark door opened, looking for opportunities, and always ready to make a comeback.

But now a few years have passed, and McTavish, who is alone and destitute, has not saved a lot of money in the land of Azeroth as he wished, and has made a comeback. Disheartened, he eventually chooses to become an adventurer and earn commissions to support himself.

However, the pampered life of a businessman for many years made McTavish's fighting skills very lame, and he could not afford to participate in some dangerous but highly rewarding adventure missions. Nervous about his money, he finally decided to make ends meet by giving out the pistons and energy cores of the magic mecha he had collected. After staying in Ratchet City for a long time, he searched for a goblin that might be interested in these things, the Vlad Alloy Drill Bit.

Today, McTavish came to the goblin engineer's residence to try his luck.

"This is the essence of the Burning Legion's technology! How could the core part of the magic mecha be sold to you for a hundred gold coins? You greedy goblin, you might as well be a robber! ”

In the room of the two engineering masters, McTavish snarled in annoyance. Unable to bear the greedy goblin in front of him, he finally gave up and continued to bargain with this shameless guy. The body made of energy is constantly flickering with anger.

"Ah, I didn't ask you to sell it to me. Besides, I'm the only one in Ratchet City who would bid a hundred gold for this thing. So this is not only the only bid, but also the highest bid! You've got to think about it, bandage man! Time is money, my friend! The next bid will definitely be less than that! ”

A sharp and obscene voice came from an airtight "mecha". The tone that belongs exclusively to the goblins reveals the identity of the "mecha" pilot. This goblin is supposed to be one of the two masters of engineering who lived here, Vlad Alloy Drill Bit.

"Can you show me something, maybe I'll be interested in making a bid for it." A deep, neutral voice entered the room through the open door of the hut.

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"Can you show me something, maybe I'll be interested in making a bid for it." Old Tang, who had been waiting outside the hut for a long time, interrupted the bargaining between the two "merchants" in the house.

Following the terrain described by innkeeper Bobby Sr., Don Sr. and Serena Bloodfeather Rider Brute Horn finally find the goal of their trip. As old Bobby described, the giant machine at the door of the hut stood out among the surrounding low-rise houses. Tang, who had been here for a while, found that there seemed to be visitors in the hut, so he waited quietly outside the house.

The dispute between the goblins and the ethereal spirits was very loud, and the old Tang, who had been worried about his mechanical road rage energy problem, naturally pricked up his ears and listened carefully after hearing the keywords such as the magic energy mecha piston and the energy core. When the two people who quarreled in the house broke down, Lao Tang asked about it.

"Oh my God! You're so tall! The bearded dwarf, who had been silent in the room until now, repaired the machinery, finally spoke. When he opened his mouth, he was sighing at Old Tang's figure. He was still carrying a wrench, took a piece of linen stained with jet-black ink, and he was not too dirty, wiped his hands indiscriminately, and ran to Lao Tang's side quickly, looking up at Lao Tang and gesturing. This somewhat nonsensical dwarf must be another engineering guru named Bigg Giant.

"Minotaur, do I have business dealings with you? Why are you in my room? That Harpy, if I were you, I wouldn't have chosen to touch that machine! He hasn't exploded today! You don't want to get blown up! ”

The goblin engineer was tightly wrapped in a steel mecha, and his sharp voice passed through the mask of the mecha and into Old Tang's ears, and he also scolded the harpy little Nizi who wanted to touch these metal instruments on the side, and stayed away from those machines that didn't look very stable.

"It's our real room! Damn Vlad! Before Old Tang could speak, standing beside Old Tang, the dwarf who only reached the crook of Old Tang's leg retorted loudly.

"Well, I have a motorcycle that needs to be modified and repaired. After being introduced, I learned that the two were the grandmasters of engineering, so I came to trouble the two of them to help! ”

"Hah, a motorcycle, are you one of those low-level mechanics? You're going to ask me, Vlad Alloy Drill Bit, the greatest goblin inventor of all time, to fix a motorcycle for you? Minotaur, maybe you should go to a doctor to see if there's anything wrong with your head, instead of coming to me to fix your broken car! The eccentric goblin, ignoring the protests of his fellow dwarfs, began to mock Old Tang with a poisonous tongue.

"Broken car? You say it's a broken car? Do you know how much it's worth? You idiot! Your brain, kicked by a centaur, should be seen by a doctor! You goddamn greenskin! Do you want to be beaten? ”

Old Tang doesn't have the good temper that most minotaurs have. After leaving the clansmen, Lao Tang, who no longer has to work hard for the future of the Minotaur in a short period of time, put down all scruples and disguises at this moment, and revealed the other side of himself that he had hidden deeply. Hearing the goblin wrapped in a tin can, he immediately scolded his car.

You must know that this mechanical road rage was made by Old Tang for 18,000 gold when he first opened Wrath of the Lich King, which was not a small amount in that era. For this expensive and stylish motorcycle, Old Tang loves it. Now that he was being ridiculed in front of a goblin with a strange personality and whose strength had just reached the sixth order, it was no wonder that Old Tang was angry.

"Ah, big man, take your breath and show me your motorcycle, Vlad's idiot doesn't help, I'll help you! Don't be like him! The bearded dwarf Bigg Giant on the side saw that Old Tang was angry, for fear that this big man who looked particularly intimidating would be rough, so he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Old Tang's thigh and said.

Old Tang glanced at the "tin can" and didn't pay attention to him. Striding outside, digging through his magic backpack to find the mechanical roadfighter placed on the ground. This windy motorcycle shines with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. The crimson body shape is majestic, and a few pieces of leather made of Northland fur are tightly tied to the saddle, soft and comfortable. The mechanical road rage with a powerful style attracted the attention of several people as soon as he appeared.

The bearded dwarf engineer Bigg Giant, as soon as he saw the mechanical road rage, rushed up with bright eyes, kept stroking the windy body, and banged on the parts of the mechanical road rage. Even the "tin can" Vlad alloy drill bit who had made a mockery before was a little moved, and wanted to go up and take a closer look, but he was sarcastic just now, and now he can't wipe his face, so he can only look at it secretly from afar.

"Oh my God, what kind of material is this made of? So strong and light! ”

"Ahh This design is so exquisite, it can significantly improve the mechanical power! How I didn't expect that."

"Hey, this mechanical piston is obviously a goblin style? Which master is it? ”

The bearded dwarf, touching and touching around the mechanical roadman, kept talking to himself, and the goblin engineer on the side of the hook wanted to come forward and take a closer look several times.

"You idiot, this energy circuit is clearly our goblin style! Get out of the way, Bigg! I've got to come! The goblin engineer Vlad Alloy Drill Bit wrapped in a tin can finally couldn't resist the temptation of the new process, and squeezed forward and yelled at his companion.

"Shut up, you idiot coward! You're two blocks away from me than power machinery! Fuck off, I'm going to fix this car! Not to be outdone, the bearded dwarf picked up a wrench and smashed it on the goblin's "mecha", cursing equally loudly.

"You're a little fat white man"

"You disgusting green-skinned ugly bastard"

Two friends who have known each other for many years, at this moment, under the temptation of new technology and new technology, have no image to fight.

Ignoring the bickering between the two crazy engineering masters, Don turned around and focused his attention on McTavish, the "bandage man" behind him.

Old Don was very interested in this "bandage man" who appeared in Kalimdor.

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In Don's mind, the Ethereal Spirit is a creature from the Twisted Void and an astral traveler who travels through the chaotic universe and is known for their passion for collecting and trading all kinds of magical items and artifacts. It is a race with the same high commercial talent as the goblins.

In later games, the first appearance of these bandage people was in the Outlands. However, the Ethereals were not interested in the burning expedition at all, and the Ethereals had come to the Outlands to plunder the treasures and transport them back to the Twisted Void or some other planet. For their plundering plans, the Ethereals have even established multiple bases in Draenor.

And these bandage people are not monolithic, what kind of revenge army, order faction and the like, the same clan will also fight each other for their own interests and will not be merciless. Among these bandage people, the one that Old Tang has the most contact with in the game is the Astral Consortium.

The Astral Consortium is a loose alliance of merchants, whose members are mostly smugglers, merchants, or robbers. Don, who won the "CEO" achievement in the game of later generations, is still familiar with them.

This consortium is led by Prince Node Haramed. If the goblins give people the impression of profiteers in the dark alleys, then the Astral Consortium led by the Prince of Node gives people the impression that they are gangsters with style, not doing small business but only big business (after all, people use the universe as the stage). In order to obtain mysterious treasures, they will pay no price, even hire adventurers to kill their competitors.

The Astral Consortium, an organization that seeks to maximize profits across the universe, has built breathtaking miracles in the shattered spaces of the Draenor of the Afterlife, exemplified by the Storm Spire of the Voidstorm.

And the technology that the Astral Consortium is most proud of is their ecological dome. The protective energy of the dome allows the ethereals to work in a controlled, livable environment. Covered by the ecological dome are green forests and gently flowing streams, as well as benign and diverse biological chains, which can make you feel like you are in a world away.

And now that a "bandage man" who shouldn't have appeared in Azeroth was standing in front of Don like this, it was no wonder that Don was curious.

"What do you call it? I'm interested in the magic mecha parts in your hand, can you show me? Facing the guy in front of him with a red bandage on his body, a blue bandage on his head, and a tight wrap of his energy body, Old Tang took the initiative to speak.

"You can call me McTavish, as you can see I'm an ethereal. Profession, once a slightly accomplished businessman, now an adventurer. McTavish, the bandage man, maintained his demeanor as before, and after hearing Old Tang's interrogation, he stroked his chest and replied.

"As for these parts, these are rare items from the Burning Legion, and I am the only one on the market. I took a big risk and worked hard to get it. Since you're interested in this set of Magical Mecha Pistons and Energy Cores in my possession, why don't you buy it? As long as you get 500 gold coins, it's yours! If it weren't for my tight money, I would never have sold it at such a low price! ”

It seems that McTavish, the "bandage man", has not been forgotten and discarded in a few years of adventurous life, and he is particularly skilled in merchandising.

"Uh, can you tell us a little bit about the parts and your experience, McTavish? I'm a storyteller who loves to hear stories. ”

Hearing the bandage man's kind recommendation, Old Tang was not in a hurry to buy these parts. Compared to these, Don is more interested in the story of why an ethereal spirit appeared in Kalimdor during this time period.

"It's a long story, but are you sure you don't buy this rare item before you tell it? Ah, okay, well, then I'll tell you about my experience with these parts."

For a while, the somewhat ethereal and unstable voice of the "bandage man", similar to the voice of the machine qì man, began to ring in the ears of Old Tang.

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