Titan Dawn

Orgrimmar, the underground fortress.

Yingjie's body fell to the ground like a sack, and the whole army was covered.

Because the hall was completely closed in the Twilight Zone, all the Chiefs Guards and the Mantis Forces sent by the Karaksi Council all supported here.

At this point, Garrosh is no different from the commander of the bare pole.

Oh no, there is still a little difference. At the bottom of the underground fortress, there is also a large-scale military factory, where the goblins of the Rusty Water Chase are making various war machines day and night.

But Gary Vickers, who has become the last line of defense, is not so glorious at this moment.

Rather than any loyalty to the tribe, the trade prince valued Garrosh's policy support and the massive amount of gold coins in his pocket.

And now, the fool can see that Garrosh is about to die, and he will change from a high tribal chief to a prisoner who is likely to be executed publicly.

You can't afford to be buried with him, aren't you?

So Gary Vickers took the initiative to open the iron gate of the heavy military factory fortress. The dozen or so engineering lines inside it were displayed in front of the Resistance.

"I surrender! Surrender! Don't attack, we will not fight!"

In a large goblin harvester, Gary Vickers raised his loudspeaker and shouted at the rebels.

However, this goblin is not stupid. He kept his mind. Although he shouted to surrender, the staff of his rusty chaebolt did not lay down his weapons. All the assembly lines and the arms warehouse were on standby.

What a joke, but his life is very expensive, in case the rebels are unwilling to live for themselves. . .

"Galiwix, your surrender can be accepted, but your Rusty Chaebol will no longer be dominated by tribal goblins, and the board of Goblin United will replace your dictatorship. Of course, you will still get on this board Some seats, this is already the most forgiving of your war criminal. "

Ahhhhh! Just a joke!

Really want to do this, how much less coins do you have to earn! ?

Gary Vickers, who thought that his life was extremely expensive, immediately changed his mind. He decided to put his love for gold coins above his life.

"Fart! Rusty chaebol is the future of the tribal goblin! What vulgar and mentally handicapped ordinary goblin workers want to form a united group? Eat shit! Let me fight for my rights and my gold coins to the end!"

Gary Vickers yelled with a sharp voice, showing an excellent display of excellent quality for money and death.

"The military industry is still under your responsibility, and the civilian side will be jointly decided by the Goblin Joint Board."

Thrall dumped a contract and stared calmly at the prince of trade sitting on the goblin harvester, speaking, pulling out the doomhammer and holding it in his hand.

"Deal! Employees, put down your arms and surrender!"

Gary Vickers quickly glanced at this contract. Since the most profitable military industry is still responsible for the rusty water chaebol, then with the gold coins, it is time to consider his own life.

The military industry continues to be responsible for the rusty water chaebol, and Thrall also has its own considerations. After all, only the rusty water chaebol has a lot of accumulated arms and weapons manufacturing experience and technology, and those ordinary goblins of the uprising, in addition to knowing the commercial trade of all goblins, Except for ordinary goblin engineering, there is no weapon weapons manufacturing technology required by the tribe.

To put it bluntly, these goblins who work for the rusty water wealth are the assembly line workers.

Currently recognized as the goblin munition weapon manufacturing technology, in addition to the night empire's big goblin black cable and his black cable chaebol, only the trade prince Gary Vickers and his rusty water chaebol.

In the back row, that is the Hot Sands Consortium and Venture Capital Company, but these two neutral goblin groups are heavily biased towards commercial trade, so although they do have some unique arms and weapons manufacturing technologies, they are far behind. The two giants in the front who play professional arms.

The rest are ordinary goblins like those in the Orgrimmar Uprising. They strictly do not belong to any goblin group, at most they are only migrant workers. They mechanically complete the requirements entrusted to them by the boss. As for the technical aspect, it is even more difficult. Let them know.

Yes, each of them understands Goblin Engineering, and can easily make various bombs or engineering devices, but this is not at all a level with arms.

The ability to make bombs does not mean that he has the ability to make war machines.

Fireworks and high-explosive incendiary bombs, goblin lances and steam tanks, two simple examples. The differences and technical gaps between them are not the least.

Therefore, Galevix was assured. As long as the tribe did not force itself to disclose to all goblins the arms technology mastered by the Rusty Waters Chase, then even if the piece of meat for civilian trade was lost, it would not be considered a nuisance.

After signing the contract, the prince of trade immediately changed into a spring-like smile, jumped off his felling machine, and took Thrall to visit a dozen arms lines here.

"Ah, in order to show my sincerity, this batch of tanks and artillery ordered by Garrosh, as well as firearms and ammunition that have already been stored in the factory, I am willing to transfer all of them to the new government of the Resistance for free!"

Okay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Use Garrosh's money to express his sincerity, and only goblins can play it without pressure.

With the final obstacles settled, there was no enemy in front of the Resistance, and Gareth's deepest hall was no longer fortified.

Deep in the hall, Garrosh turned to hear the noise coming from the corridor outside.

Yashaji's heart was hung on the wall behind him, firmly fixed by several thick iron chains.

The looming twilight energy is emitted from the heart, and is connected to Garrosh's body like a pipe, which continuously conveys the power of the heart.

"Come on, Garrosh, you're not doing all this for the Horde, but pushing the Horde into the abyss."

A crowd of people appeared at the other end of the hall, and Thrall held Doomhammer, looking down into the hall, Garrosh, standing in front of his heart.

"It's you, it's you who chose me! It's you who gave me the burden! Since you don't trust me, why did you choose me!"

Garrosh yelled at Thrall, holding in his hand a giant axe condensed by evil spirits, and a few eyeballs and tentacles were growing on the axe.

"In the beginning, you were loyal to the tribe. In the beginning, you still had glory and justice, but now, all this has left you."

"Hahaha, you are not qualified to evaluate me, and you are not qualified to blame me! All I do is for the tribe!"

Thrall heard a sigh of relief.

"So fight."

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