Draenor, a broken world, the Shadowmoon Clan.

Naozu is struggling in agony, and the power of the fraudster Kil-Gardan is tormenting him incessantly, forcing him to submit.

The world of Draenor is shattering, faster than in its original history, and the orcs who remain in Draenor are getting smaller and harder.

At that moment, a Shadowmoon warrior ran in and told him that there were two undead creatures with human bodies outside and wanted to see him.

The pain suddenly disappeared, and Nao Zu gasped and waved his hand, and the guards understood what the patriarch meant, which was to drive them away.

Soon after, however, there was a burst of screams, and then the two undead kicked open the wooden door and strode in.

Naozu roared angrily and grabbed his staff, his arm still shaking from the pain he had just had.

"Death Knight, get out! The Shadowmoon Clan has withdrawn from the war!

Talon Bloodfiend chuckled hoarsely at his stiff lips, and then made an orc ritual that made Neozu stunned for a moment, which was the etiquette for meeting the Great Chief.

"The orcs are now torn apart, and you need to step up and re-stabilize the tribe, Naozu. ”

It was as if he had heard some of the funniest jokes, and he burst out laughing, making no secret of his sarcasm. "Re-stabilize the Horde, and then? Attack Azeroth again, and be killed by the Alliance, and there's a true god behind the Alliance! Titan Gods!Your brains must have been eaten by maggots, Tallon!"

Talon* Blood Fiend was not annoyed, and quietly waited for Naozu to finish.

"Of course, go to Azeroth, but not for war, but to capture a few artifacts, and then immediately return to Draenor, and use them to open another door to a new world. The Horde will not remain in this broken world waiting to die. ”

He had expected that Naozu would hesitate, or get into consideration and contemplation, after all, this was the most feasible option for now.

And Nao Zu just smiled coldly, revealing a bitter expression.

"There's no hope, Talon, give up. That god of Azeroth will destroy us once more, and even the Dark Titan Sargeras has fallen at his feet, and Kil'Gardan will not dare to face him head-on. Orcs ... Walk with Draenor to your perdition. ”

Talon began to become angry, and he was just about to force Naozu to force it, when he suddenly felt a terrifying force.

A demon slowly appeared behind Nao Zu, and the old orc trembled, his face full of fear. That's a Dreadlord!

", ant, while I'm in a good mood. You pathetic orcs are nothing more than cannon fodder sent by the Legion to Azeroth, and now that you are defeated and worthless, you deserve nothing more than to be destroyed with this world. With a wave of his hand, Titodios, the Dreadlord, struck the two Death Knights with a dark green swarm of rancid bees, sending them flying.

The Dreadlord looked back at Neozu and smiled cruelly. "Now, decide, Naozu, whether to continue with the endless torture, or to succumb to the great Lord Kil'Gardan, pay for your crimes, and serve the Burning Legion?"

"I... I obey. "Nao Zu doesn't want to endure that kind of torture anymore, as for what Talon said about snatching the artifact and opening the door to another world, it is completely meaningless dying struggle.

I don't want to die yet!

Hesso has been in high spirits lately, and his Hesso chaebol is rapidly expanding its influence around the world.

Kalimdo's goblin city of Gakison, he has nearly half of the shares and investments.

Treasure Bay, a goblin city in the Eastern Kingdom of Thorn Valley, has also begun to reach into this seaside trade center.

Hesuo is very smart, he knows very well that his master brought it all to him, and his master is a Titan god!

So Hesso desperately researched and developed various weapons and devices, constantly proving his worth, so he was more and more valued by his master, and even made a promise: as long as he developed a war machine across the ages, he would be given eternal life!

Eternal life!

Eternal life means endless gold! It means more explosions! It means that the black rope chaebol will always be in his own control!

However, at this moment, Hesso was in Lordaeron, the capital of the First Kingdom in the north of the continent. He was secretly invited, and Lordaeron seemed to want to kick the alliance away and buy all kinds of arms directly from him.

Of course, Hesuo told his master at the first time, and although he was crazy, he was definitely not stupid. If you don't have loyalty, you won't be able to earn more gold. He watched as a goblin who tried to sell the Alliance's own type of arms to the Northern Kingdoms privately, and green flames suddenly erupted from his features, burning the poor creature to charcoal, and his soul was pumped out to make the soul stone of the group of warlocks in Stormwind.

So the master gave him a list of all the things he could sell, but with a parentheses at the end of which there was a castrated version written in it.

Hesso straightened his lavish and vulgar clothes, and looked at the portrait of himself hanging on the wall of the carriage, which he had paid five thousand gold coins to paint for him by the most famous painter of mankind. In the painting, he holds his head high, his eyes are majestic, one hand is on the white ivory table, and the other hand is tucked in the abdomen, completely like the head of a country.

Stepping out of the carriage, the goblin bodyguards of the Black Rope Chaebol, all wearing black sunglasses and holding goblin muskets, surrounded him vigilantly, staring at every move around him.

Lordaeron's diplomat, a baron, smiled at Hesso, who was slowly walking towards him, and complained in his heart.

A treacherous goblin, lucky enough to develop a few useful weapons, immediately became an upstart-like existence, these black-hearted arms dealers!

However, the Baron had to make a flattering smile at the thought of Lordaeron leaving aside the alliance and buying directly from this black-hearted arms dealer.

"Your Excellency, welcome to Lordaeron, your banquet is ready, you will love the customs of our Lordaeron and the warmth of the people!"

Goblins are all dwarfs, so the baron had to keep his body as low as possible to keep his line of sight level with Black So.

Hei Suo shook his head proudly, he had learned all these racks from the upper elves.

"There's no need for a banquet, let's get straight to the point, time is money!"

The baron accompanied the smiling face, and at the same time scolded in his heart for this nouveau riche goblin who looked down on people and thought he was a dragon.

Hesso will speak directly to King Terenus of Lordaeron. The old king is old, and he has dreamed of great power ambitions all his life, and now he is suddenly made a mess by the alliance, and he just can't swallow this breath in his heart. Therefore, the old king attaches great importance to this arms deal, and as long as he gets rid of the weakness of the alliance, Lordaeron can harden up.

As for whether it can be negotiated, Terenus is not worried at all, goblins! aren't they all creatures willing to do anything for gold!

With Lordaeron's financial resources, it is not a problem for these goblins to cooperate with themselves alone for a long time!