Masie Krake used to be a goblin boxer.

Indeed, when he first signed up for employment, it was still a very simple job. The boxer's job is to maintain peace and tranquility in Ratchet City, and the income is not bad. Masicrank's job is to walk around the docks of Ratchet City's own jurisdiction, beat up drunks or hooligans when they come across, get some advantage from the owner of the smuggling boat, and arrest those who are too stupid or give too little benefit, anyway, dealing with all kinds of people.

Mazikranke has always considered himself a person who is good at dealing with problems between people. Ratchet is a neutral port - as a rule, goblins do not support or take sides of any of the fights that take place in this land - and as such, in this port you can see creatures of any race in the world at any time, elves, dwarves, humans, orcs, trolls, ogres, and gnomes - Ratchet is the crossroads of the continent of Kalimdor. Mazikranke was very fond of watching people of different races trade with each other. Whether it's dwarves delivering building materials to elves, elves delivering jewelry to humans, orcs delivering crops to elves, humans shipping aquatic products to ogres, or trolls delivering weapons to many races.

But lately, the port has been a bit unsettled, especially between humans and orcs. It's a bit of a headache, they're the two races with the largest share of trade in Ratchet City. Ratchet City is located on Durotal's southernmost border and is also the closest port to Theramore.

It was only last week that he stopped a fight between an orc seaman and a human merchant. It was very clear that the orc had offended the human merchant first, and the human merchant was so angry that he couldn't do anything. Mazikrankk stopped the brawl before the orcs could beat the human into a pulp. It's not fun at all. Mazikrankk likes to control drunks and hooligans because they won't fight back after a fight, which is not the case with the bloodthirsty orcs. So, Mazikrankk always tries to stay away from the orcs.

Usually a situation like this would mean that Maschikrak would take out a net gun, but every time he took it, he would run the risk of being seen not going to use that stupid guy. True, he will shoot. It's too easy - any idiot can do it, just aim, pull the trigger, and bang it. But Mazikrank's marksmanship was so lame that he never hit the target, but he always caused a lot of trouble. Luckily, a boxer with a gun and a huge muzzle pointed at you is always effective in stopping the fight - at least to delay the arrival of reinforcements.

Since then. Literal brawls never happened again, but they ensued with blunt dialogue and gunpowder-filled exchanges. Another notable change is that the merchant ships that come to Ratchet are now equipped with escorts - the orcs are fed with warriors from Orgrimmar, and the humans are from the North Outpost.

The jurisdiction of Matsykran is the northernmost part of the port and includes twenty berths. Mazikrank walked his way along the pier paved with thick planks. He saw that the twenty berths were already full of fifteen, but all of them were quiet. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on his face, and the metal armor he wore began to heat up. Maybe today will be a day of tranquility.

A few minutes later, the sun was gone. Mazikranke looked up and saw a few dark clouds rolling in, and it was about to rain. Mazikranke sighed - he hated rain more than anything else.

As he approached the end of the dock, he saw an orc and a human arguing fiercely over something. Mazikrankk didn't like to see that, and arguments between orcs and humans usually ended in violence.

He came closer. The human ship was moored next to the orc ship. Close to the northernmost berth. Matsie Krake recognized the orc. He was Captain Clatt of the Reckless and sold grain from farmers in the Razor Ridge area. Although Mazikranker doesn't remember the name of the human, he knows that the man is a trawler captain with the name "True Love Returns". Masie Krake has always been ignorant of the rules of human naming. Klatt named the ship Ryknor after his brother who died fighting the Burning Legion, but he couldn't figure out why humans would name a fishing boat "True Love Returns".

The transaction between the two is very commonplace. Humans inhabit the dust swamps on the continent of Kalimdor, where it is very difficult to grow crops, but it is convenient to fish. Fishing in Razor Ridge - an inland mountainous area - is very impractical. As a result, humans always exchange surplus fish for surplus crops from orcs.

"I'm not going to trade my best salmon for your garbage. ”

Mazikranke sighed. It seems that today will not be peaceful.

Klatt jumped to his feet and shouted, "Trash, you idiot with your eyes open - this is our best crop!"

"How sad it is that your crops are planted like this!" The human said coldly. "See for yourself, it's like you've been stepped on by an ogre, and it smells the same. ”

"I don't want to stand here and be insulted by a human being!"

The human straightened his back, which made him about the height of the orc's shoulders. "You're not an insulted person. What I bring is the best salmon. And you take the last rest of the bucket and exchange it with me. ”

"Your salmon can't even get weed!"

Too late, Mazikrankk noticed that the human was carrying a sword-like thing, while Klatt had no weapons. If this human is very good at swordsmanship, Kratt's physiological advantages will not be able to be brought into play.

"Your food is only for the dogs!"

"Coward!"

Hearing this, Matsie Krake instinctively frowned. "Coward" is the most vicious attack language of orcs.

"Disgusting green-skinned monster! I don't want to—"

Whatever the human didn't want to do, Klatt ended his thoughts with a punch. The human didn't have time to draw his sword. The two writhed like this, and fought on the dock. Klat's fist kept swinging at the human.

Mazikrankk was pondering how to stop the brawl when the human convoy arrived. Mazikranke breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that he didn't have to do it. The three guards were dressed in steel armor, and at a glance they knew that they were Queen Proudmoor's men. They jump off "True Love Returns" and pull Klatt away from the human captain.

Klatt wasn't going to stop because of the dissuasion of the three humans. He punched one person in the stomach and grabbed the second person and threw it at the third.

Many orcs began to disembark from the Reknor to join the commotion. Mazikrank realized he had to do something before the situation became more unmanageable.

Mazikranke raised his net gun and silently prayed in his heart that he would not be forced to shoot. He shouted, "That's enough, stop, stop now!" or you will bear the consequences, understand?"

Kratt, who was about to jump on the human captain, stopped his feet. His target's nose and mouth were bleeding out. "He attacked me!" Probably due to an injury to his nose, the human captain's voice was mixed with some strange nasal sounds.

"Well, you deserve it! Who told you to talk like that!" Klatt sneered and mocked.

"That's not a reason to kill at all!"

"I told you, shut up!" Without waiting for Klatt to reply, Mazikranker preemptively said, "Both of you have been arrested. It doesn't matter to me whether you live or die. Matsie Krake looked at the orc warriors and human soldiers. "This is goblin territory, which means I'm in charge here, understand? Now give you two choices - either help me send these two guys to prison and wait for the judge to decide, or grab your tail and roll me out of Ratchet City. Take your pick. ”

Legally, Mazikrank's words are right. He deliberately lowered his voice, hoping that these words would be more majestic, but he knew in his heart that if these two gangs didn't take him seriously and continue to fight, he couldn't help it. If he fired, he would only catch a pillar or something.

Comfortingly, one of the humans said, "We'll do what you command." ”

Obviously, the orcs were also reluctant to challenge the authority of the goblins in Ratchet City, so when the humans spoke, one of the orcs quickly replied, "We do as you wish." ”

Mazikrank returned to land with Klatt and the still bleeding captain. All the way, he tried to adjust his breathing before hyperventilating. He had never expected to be under such pressure, and he began to consider a job in another job he did. He had no interest in the boxer profession at all. (To be continued.) )