MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 727 The Deadly Steamwheedle Consortium

  Chapter 727 The Hot Sand Consortium

"oh?"

Charlemagne raised his brows, and glanced at the goblin who was still held in his mouth by Eragon at the entrance of the cave, and he didn't know whether it was cold sweat on his face or the transparent liquid of Eragon's saliva had completely soaked his entire head. wet.

   "Tell me about how the group of unscrupulous goblins are going to die. Depending on the situation, decide whether to drive them out or kill three quarters of them."

  Garrod laughed and said, "Three-quarters died... That's not much different from killing them all."

   "There is still a difference. Extermination is to completely flatten all the industries of the Steamwheedle Consortium that I know, and three-quarters of death is just to drive them out of the Tanaris Desert."

Charlemagne shrugged his shoulders and said the final judgment in the desperate eyes of the goblin outside the door, "Anyway, don't even want Gadgetzan, the capital of the Steamwheedle Consortium, and you can also accept a Steamwheedle Port by the way. "

  Jalod looked at the goblin whose face was constantly changing like a dyeing workshop, and asked in harmony with Charlemagne, "Aren't you afraid that you will completely offend the Steam Sand Consortium and let them join the tribe?"

  The eyes of the goblin outside the door suddenly shone brightly, and his face gradually became ruthless.

  However, Charlemagne just snorted lightly with his nose, "Take refuge with the Horde? The Horde has the same hatred as the Steamwheedle Consortium. It would be good if Garrosh didn't take the initiative to trouble them after he came to power."

   "Besides, Garrosh hates green skins the most for some reason. If these unscrupulous green skins dare to go, they will definitely go in vertically and come out horizontally."

"Um?"

  Jarrod was a little surprised by Charlemagne's words, "I can probably guess why Garrosh hates the greenskins, but if you say that the Horde has a grudge against the Steamwheedle Consortium...where do you start?"

  Charlemagne looked at the goblin outside the door who also had an unclear face and smiled sinisterly, "So it is good to live a long time. Back then, the old tribe used the gold coins of the Stormwind Kingdom to hire the Steamwheedle Consortium to help build ships for crossing the sea. As a result..."

  Before Charlemagne finished speaking, the goblin's face suddenly turned ashen, obviously remembering the "brilliant deeds" done by his predecessors.

"The group of green-skinned ugly ghosts who dared to do anything for money painted the dilapidated merchant ships and delivered them to the tribe as new warships. Later, in the battle with the Kul Tiras fleet, these ships were almost shot Just sink."

   "In order to prevent the Steamwheedle Consortium from jumping over the wall, when I had a conflict with them because of the oil field, I told the Alliance and the Horde respectively about the fact that these goblins supported the Horde in the Second Orc War and cheated in the ship transaction."

This time, even Garrod looked at Charlemagne with a horrified expression, "...fortunately, we are allies, and your methods are dark enough, that is to say... the Steamwheedle Consortium has no way out at all. , whether it is impossible for the Alliance or the Horde to take them in?"

   "Hehe...that's it."

  Charlemagne looked at the goblin at the door with a look of lovelessness. Although he didn't know the identity of the goblin, he should be a senior manager of the Steam Sand Consortium.

"Devil! You are a devil! In the name of gold coins, the Steamwheedle Consortium will never give in. We would rather use all our financial resources to seek help from venture capital companies, Blackfuse Corporation, and the Bilgewater Plutocracy. We will definitely keep our hard-earned capital, Gaki. Sen! You will suffer the crazy revenge of all goblins!"

"Ah?"

Charlemagne heard the green-skinned man's crazy threat, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "That would be easier to handle. I heard that the goblin consortium has incomparable wealth in their hands. If we destroy all the goblins, we should be able to capture a lot of military expenses." ?”

   "If I invite the Alliance and the Horde to fight together on the condition of sharing the loot equally... How long do you think the despicable race like goblins can exist in Azeroth?"

  To tell the truth, Charlemagne, no matter in his past life or now, always feels that these goblins seem to be the malice of the world alluding to a nation with a good business mind but no integrity.

This group of goblins has a strong ability to invent and create. The members of the family are displaced and spread all over the world. There is no large-scale fixed residence and there are various internal disputes. To say that this is not like a nation that is said to kill Jesus...has a brain People don't believe it.

   It's getting too far... In short, when Charlemagne uttered the threat of genocide, the goblin's face turned pale with horror, and he no longer dared to confront each other with cheap words.

  The murderous intent and indifference in Charlemagne's eyes seemed genuine to him, and with the rumored method of the regent turning his hands into clouds and raining his hands...he really has the ability to realize the threat just now.

   In fact, Charlemagne is not so frenzied. Although he doesn't like goblins, he doesn't have to drive them all out.

   But for this group of green skins who dare to sell anything for money, if they don’t give them an unforgettable lesson, who knows when they will heal their scars and forget the pain, and they will be hostile to the oath again.

  ...And even if Charlemagne made the threat of genocide, he still believed that some goblins would betray their race for their own benefit. This has long been a precedent in the history of goblins.

"snort!"

   Temporarily intimidating the goblin of the Steamwheedle Consortium, Charlemagne turned his head and continued to say to Garald, "I think the methods of the Steamwheedle Consortium are nothing more than that."

   "Sending thieves to disrupt our oil fields, paying outlaws to attack us and spreading rumors that the oath wants to use oil to create a killer, right?"

"Forehead…"

  Garrod scratched his head speechlessly, "Why does it feel like you know everything, did the secret passage tell you?"

"No…"

  Garrod and Charlemagne suddenly appeared a woman in plain leather armor, who was the vice-leader of the Hidden Passage, Immorel.

  Ms. Yingwei spread her hands helplessly and said, "I haven't had time to tell him the latest situation. These should all be analyzed and speculated by him."

  Charlemagne regained his gentleness on his face, and lightly patted Emeril on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your hard work, there is no further trouble at the Steamwheedle Consortium, right?"

   "The Prince Regent has given too much credit."

  Emeril nodded slightly, glanced at the goblin who was still doubting his life at the door, and said, "There is no big problem, but the sudden disappearance of their chairman, Garridabz, has made many executives feel a little worried. Now it seems..."

"oh?"

Charlemagne turned around and snapped his fingers at Eragon, signaling that it would release the captured goblin. Eragon opened his mouth and spit out the wet goblin with a "poof", which happened to land on the ground. Beside the three of Charlemagne.

  Garrod had a disgusted expression on his face, he took two steps back and looked at the sticky liquid on the goblin's body and said, "Could it be him?"

   "Wow!"

  Charlemagne used arcane techniques to summon a huge water elemental, and threw the goblin, who was suspected to be the chairman of Hot Sand, into the body of the water elemental through the air with the hand of a mage, and ordered the water elemental to spin like a drum washing machine.

   After a while, under the horrific gazes of Immeril and Jarod, the water elemental was returned to the elemental world, and the goblin, who had been rolled in a daze, finally fell to the ground again.

  Just as Charlemagne was baking the clothes on his body with a trace of fire elements, he "accidentally" failed to control it, and a cluster of flames ignited the straight-eyed goblin's hair...

  The next second, a goblin-specific shrill scream came from the cave full of crystals.

  (end of this chapter)