Orgrimmar, an underground fortress.

Gary Vickers quickly finished reading the official contract in front of him, and his face bloomed with a smile again, indicating that he would still be a member of the tribe in the future, and he would still be a good brother of the various joining races.

Since the most profitable military industry is still in the sole responsibility of the Rusty Water Chaebol, it is time to consider his own life after stabilizing the gold coins.

On the other hand, the military industry continues to be in charge of the Rusty Water Chaebol, and the Temporary Great Chief Sal also has his own considerations, although the Rusty Water Chaebol plays a monopoly and likes to squeeze employees, but only they have a large amount of accumulated experience in the manufacture of arms and weapons and qualified technology, which is particularly important, and the tribe does not want to go back to the pre-liberation period overnight and re-explore the knowledge in the field of these military and hot weapons.

And those ordinary goblins who revolted, to put it mildly, their joint group is a joke, this group of ordinary goblins knows all the commercial trade of all goblins, and ordinary entry-level goblin engineering, they don't have any weapons and weapons manufacturing technology that the tribe needs, and they don't know anything about the core field.

You're going to ask them to design the Azerite War Machine? Don't be funny, it's hard enough for them to design a conventional battle tank, and even if they do, it's just self-destructing garbage.

So to put it bluntly, these goblins who work for the Rusty Water Chaebol are ordinary assembly line workers.

At present, the world recognizes that the unanimously recognized goblin arms and weapons manufacturing technology, in addition to the goblin Hesuo in the Night Empire and the Hesuo chaebol under his command, there are only the trade prince Gary Vickers and his rusty water chaebol, which are the two leaders.

If you have to go further back, it is the hot sand consortium and the venture capital company, but these two absolutely neutral goblin groups, they are seriously biased towards the field of commercial trade, so although they do have some unique arms and weapons manufacturing technology, they are far less than the two goblin capital giants who specialize in playing arms.

At the end of the list are the ordinary goblins who rebelled in Orgrimmar, they don't strictly belong to any goblin group, at most they are just workers, mechanically completing the requirements and tasks assigned to them by the boss, drawing scoops according to the gourd, and as for the technical aspects, they will not let them know, many times they don't even know what they are doing.

Yes, each of them knows goblin engineering, and can easily make all kinds of bombs or engineering devices, but this is not at the same level as munitions and weapons.

Just because he can make bombs doesn't mean he has the ability to build war machines.

Artillery fireworks and high-explosive incendiary bombs, goblin dragon guns and steam tanks, these two very simple and straightforward examples, the difference and the technological gap, is not a little bit.

Therefore, Gary Vickers is completely relieved, as long as the tribal officials do not force themselves to disclose the core arms technology mastered by the Rusty Water Chaebol to all goblins, then even if they lose the meat of private trade, it will not be considered a bone-wrenching.

What's more, it's not a loss, I still have a third of the seats, which is enough to do a lot of things.

After quickly signing the contract, the trade prince immediately put on a spring-like smile, jumped off his goblin lumberjack, and pulled Brother Sal to visit more than a dozen arms assembly lines here, as if receiving the leader's inspection.

"Aha, in order to show the sincerity of our Rusty Water Chaebol, I am willing to hand over all the tanks and artillery ordered by Garrosh, as well as the guns and ammunition that have been put into storage, to the new government of the rebels for free, and to bring down the Garrosh puppet regime!

Well, use Garrosh's money to show their sincerity, and only the goblins can play this kind of thing without stress.

With the last obstacle over, there were no more enemies in front of the rebels, and the deepest hall where Garrosh was located was completely undefended.

In the deepest hall, the secret room where the Heart of Ashya is kept.

Garrosh had heard the noise coming from the corridor outside, and he straightened his armor, gripped the stained battle axe, and turned to look at the door of the chamber with a calm expression.

The heart of Ashya hung above his head, held firmly in place by several thick chains, and his heart was still beating regularly.

Looming twilight energy condensed from the heart, connecting to Garrosh's body like a vascular conduit, continuously transporting the essence of the old gods to it.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and there was a screeching grinding sound, and Garrosh, who was standing in the middle of the hall, sighed silently.

"Stop it, Garrosh, you're not doing it for the Horde, you're pushing the Horde into the abyss of no return. ”

A group of figures appeared on the high platform at the entrance of the hall, led by Thrall holding the hammer of destruction, looking at Garrosh in the hall below, standing directly below the heart of the Old God.

Garrosh looked up and looked at Sal for a moment, and then...

"It's you, it's you who chose me! It's you who tell me what the glory of orcs is! It's you who put me on this heavy responsibility! If you don't trust me, why did you choose me in the first place!"

Garrosh roared at Thrall, holding the great axe of evil energy in his hand, with several eyeballs and wriggling tentacles growing on it.

"I chose you because you are loyal to the tribe, you love everything about the tribe, you love your brothers and sisters here! ”

"Hahaha, you are not qualified to judge me, let alone accuse me! All this I have done is for the sake of the tribe!"

Garrosh raised his tomahawk and pointed at the big guys on the high platform.

"And you, great Thrall, are nothing but a hypocritical politician in my eyes! You have made the tribe weaker, and you are even willing to cooperate with this group of alliance dogs for so-called political purposes! You have disgraced the tribe! You have disgraced the orc ancestors! You have disgraced the glory of the warriors!"

With that, Garrosh swept King Varian and Gianna with his battle axe, his eyes full of disgust as he looked at the Alliance banner.

"You let the Alliance Dogs set foot on our land, you let the Alliance Dogs share our resources, and you invited the Alliance Dogs to participate in our traditional ceremonies, for what!

Garrosh spat hard, then sneered.

"And I will make you understand what a real tribe is, what is an orthodox and glorious tribe, and not your weak political tricks!"

Sal listened quietly, then sighed heavily.

"You never cared about and understood all this, maybe it was my biggest mistake to choose you in the first place, maybe you are only suitable to be an Overseer, away from everything that is not yours and not yours. ”

"So... Let's fight. ”