The connection with Nefarian has always been secretly handled by Onexia, and the number of insiders on the Salian side is no more than ten fingers.

Julian and Veres knew about it, and Kael'thas had heard about it, and Yinas had been busy in the lab for the last two years, and he didn't have access to any information about it.

According to the conventional way of thinking logically, Yinas, who does not know the inside story, will inevitably see Nefarian as a loyal lackey of Deathwing, and use the flaws he deliberately left behind as a trap to use for fishing.

According to the information provided by the barrage, the isolated island where Nefarian is hiding is known as the Karaz Workshop in their perception, and is a stronghold built by the goblin embroidered water chaebol in the Twilight Highlands offshore from a certain timeline.

The Deep Shadow family, led by Sarren, has many cooperation projects with goblins, mainly related to the oil industry.

However, Sarean's goblin partner is from the Hot Sand Consortium, which is the largest capital consortium of goblins, if not even one of them.

The Rusty Water Chaebol is also a large capital consortium in the goblin group that is eligible to join the trade alliance (equivalent to the parliament of other countries), but its status in the trade alliance is not as good as that of the hot sand consortium.

However, as far as Sarean knows, the trade prince of the Rusty Water Chaebol is not the Gary Vix mentioned in the barrage, but an old goblin named Mardi.

Sarean doesn't say good things about hot sand consortia just because he works with them a lot.

One thing to say, the goblin trade princes and the so-called business tycoons are all big capitalists who should be tied to lampposts, and none of these guys have clean hands.

In order to gain more benefits for themselves, most goblins have no concept of a moral bottom line at all.

The fundamental reason why the Hot Sands Consortium has grown to its current size is that they made a windfall during the Second Orc War.

At that time, the Hot Sands Consortium used old ships and artillery to deceive the old tribes who did not know the value of money into their own hands.

After surviving the bloody and dirty stage of primitive capital accumulation, the Hot Sands Foundation, which witnessed the defeat of the old tribe, changed its stance without discipline and took the initiative to confess its mistakes to the alliance side that won the war.

The reason why the Stormwind Kingdom was able to rebuild quickly after the war was only one aspect of the enthusiastic help provided by the Alliance Nations, and the Hot Sand Foundation, which was interested in buying the Toning Scroll, also contributed a lot.

After all, the huge fortune that made the Hot Sand Consortium snowball came from the Storm Kingdom, and in the final analysis, the wool came from the sheep.

I have to say that the hot sand consortium repented and transformed in a timely manner.

With aid in the rebuilding of the Stormwind Kingdom and an ongoing oil trade with Quel'Thalas, the Hot Sands Consortium is now a worthy leader in the Goblin Trade Alliance.

The Rusty Water Chaebol helmed by Trade Prince Mardi is not yet qualified to wrestle with the Hot Sand Consortium, let alone the venture capital firm owned by business tycoon Raztenk, who has not even earned the title of Trade Prince.

There is only one goblin capital group that has the potential to threaten the position of the hot sand consortium, and it is not a financial threat.

That is, the Black Wing Consortium that took refuge in Deathwing early, and their only goal is to serve Deathwing and his Black Dragon Legion.

From the point of view of the big goblin capitalists, including Strymwhite Resand, people can only accumulate more wealth if they live.

Furthermore, the Azeroth civilization must have a sustained and stable existence in order to serve their fundamental interests.

However, the Black Wing Consortium does not think so, they have always implemented the concept of seeking danger in the midst of wealth, and they are desperate to follow Deathwing to take advantage of the fire.

In terms of financial resources alone, the Black Wing Consortium is not worthy of lifting shoes for the Hot Sand Consortium, but the threat posed to Azeroth by this group of crazy goblins is far greater than that of any goblin capital consortium.

According to the information provided by Nefarian, the armor that Deathwing originally wore to fix his body was made by the goblin craftsmen of the Blackwing Consortium, and even Nefarian's Blackwing Lair had many goblins from the Blackwing Consortium serving him.

The main task of the goblins in the Black Wing's Lair is to smelt precious essentia ingots, which are secretly sent to the maelstrom and brought by the black dragons into the deep rock continent of the earth elemental realm to be fashioned into the new armor on Deathwing's body.

This essentia armor is said to be far stronger than any other type of metal armor, and even the guardian dragon can't penetrate it head-on in a short period of time.

However, in Sarean's opinion, no matter how well Deathwing armed himself, it was useless.

Armor is bound to have connections, and as long as you find the right connection points, it is not difficult to tear apart the essentia armor with explosive frontal protection.

"Huh~ somewhat unexpectedly."

After flying over the island that had not yet been named, out of caution against others, Salian did not land directly on the island to meet Nefarian.

He tasked Onexia to secretly contact Nefarian while he took on the form of a panther and infiltrated the largest building on the island.

To Sarjan's surprise, the man Deathwing sent to spy on Nefarian was not a member of the Black Dragon Legion, but a very emaciated-looking goblin.

[Goblin Creel, this guy is the leader of the Black Wing Consortium, and he took refuge in Deathwing many years ago. 】

[During the Second Orc War, Necrus found the Dragon's Soul under the inducement of Creel, who hid his identity, which led to a series of subsequent events. 】

"Necruz ......"

Maintaining the form of a panther and stealth, Sarian asked thoughtfully to the barrage, "I didn't seem to have seen this goblin when I infiltrated Grimbaatar on a rescue mission. ”

[It's normal, as the so-called gentleman doesn't stand under the wall, Creel had long predicted that Necruz would not end well, and fled from him in advance. 】

[After Deathwing was seriously injured and escaped into the Deep Rock Continent, Creel also followed with his Blackwing Consortium. 】

[Suffice it to say that, at least for now, Deathwing's trust in Creel is probably still above the increasingly rebellious Nefarian.] 】

"Heh~ I can see it."

When Sarren infiltrated the hall, Nefarian, who had transformed into a human, sat on the throne with his legs crossed, while the goblin Creel swaggered to give orders to the Twilight Dragons and the Black Dragons.

During the time that Sarren was lurking and observing, a goblin engineer with the liquid of the sticky lake kept coming in to report to Creel about the cultivation of the Twilight Dragon, and it was clear that this guy was not bad at his own technical skills in addition to being a business tycoon.

"Ha~"

Nefarian wasn't interested in the Twilight Dragon's improvements, and now that Creel had taken care of everything, he was happy to fish, leaning back in his chair with his eyes half-closed and yawning lazily.

"Huh?"

Under Sarjan's attention, a hint of amusement suddenly flashed in Nefarian's half-opened dragon boys, and Creel, who was busy giving orders, did not see this fleeting scene.

'Is Onexia's contact here, just right, let me see what you can do, Prince of the Black Dragon. ’

Nefarian did not rush to get up and hide in the inner hall to answer Onexia's call, and little by little his head continued to sit on the throne and doze off.

Creel, who had been busy with the work at hand for the time being, finally took time to glance at the lazy Nefarian, and his eyes showed a very vague look of sarcasm.

"Your Royal Highness, why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

"Ha~" Nefarian yawned again, and staggered to stand up with the handrail: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you here, I'm really not interested in this kind of playhouse, you can decide for yourself." ”

Creel bowed respectfully to Nefarian, who staggered to the back hall, but Saljan, who had a very low chassis, could clearly see the mocking look in the goblin's eyes as he lowered his head.

'Look down on Nefarian? Heh~ It's really a dog fight. ’

Salian had seen too many people like Creel, who had once gained power and got carried away, and he was not interested in investing too much energy in such a villain who could not recognize his position.

While Creel turned his head and continued to give orders, Sarjan quietly followed the slow-moving Nefarian into the lounge in the back hall.

After shutting the door with a wave of his hand, Nefarian changed his languid posture and stared at the empty ground in front of him.

"Come out, my dear brother-in-law, you're coming pretty quickly."