The leader of the garrison of the Fallon Peninsula, Ms. Vihari, stayed in Shattrath City for two days before returning to her tribe.
And General Tirasalan also reappeared on the battlefield with a red face. The emotional sustenance made this general who was full of faith no longer confused. He already had thoughts about the future of Shattrath City and the Shattered Setting Sun.
Made a rough plan.
But what worries General Thirasalan is that although he and Ms. Vihari are getting along very happily, he can feel that Vihari must be hiding something else from him... I don't know if that is good or bad.
, but at least until the end of the War of Holy Light, it is impossible for him and Vihari to be together publicly, so these things should wait until the end of the war.
In the past two days, the situation in Shattrath City is really not optimistic. Although the aggressive and violent lizard people have not launched a second siege for some reason, they stand on the wall of Shattrath City and watch.
The dense lizard people in the forest outside the city, and the terrible pressure of the impending war, still plunged the entire city into some kind of panic.
But we all know that chaos is a ladder that can drag down those on the upper level and provide a way for those on the lower level to keep going up. In the eyes of some people who are engaged in less serious jobs, this kind of panic
And chaos is the situation they most want to see.
At this moment, facing the pressure of the Lizardmen army, in the deepest part of a dark alley in the slums of Shattrath City, in an inconspicuous house, several named gang leaders from the slums were meeting here, discussing
The future of the slums, and they were summoned by a special guy.
"Business has become increasingly difficult these days."
A Broken One wearing dirty robes was sitting on a chair. He exuded a strange smell, which made several other leaders couldn't help but stay away from him.
This wretched guy's name is Tobias, and he has a not-so-nice nickname, "Glutton." Although he looks wretched and dirty, this humble Broken One is the underground of the entire Draenor world.
The boss of the Bloodthorn trade, the wealth he earns every month from this dirty business is something that other leaders are very jealous of.
But the Bloodthorn thing is like a "poison" in another world, and it is extremely addictive, but it needs special methods to deal with it, otherwise it will just be a waste of money, and Tobias has it in his hands.
The "unique secret technique" of dealing with blood thorns is almost a monopoly business.
The Broken One looked worried at this time. He scratched the tentacles on his chin and said to the others:
"The damn lizard people are not willing to negotiate at all. Those lunatics killed the two envoys I sent. They shouted some nonsense "big plan", just like those religious lunatics. We must find a way.
, Brothers, listen to me, Shattrath City is very difficult to defend, especially if those undead get involved again, we will be doomed!"
"Tobias is right, no matter how much money you make, you have to spend it with your life."
Another red ogre smoking a cigar snorted. This guy looked very smart. He whispered:
"My caravan has also been stopped in Gorgrond. It is losing a lot of money every day. I have already made plans. Once Shattrath City cannot be defended, I will return to Gorgrond!"
"Grok, what's wrong? Are you scared? Do you want to give up the Apexis business in your hands? Why don't you let me take over? The Apexis crystal is a magical thing, and it is in the Arnog world.
It’s very popular with the locals, it’s a lucrative business, and only I can do it!”
A treacherous voice with a weird vibrato sounded in the darkness. It was a weird guy. There was no such race in Azeroth or Draenor. He was wearing a red robe, covering his entire body, and
The body is covered with various white bandages, and among those bandages, there are traces of faint blue halo.
This is a ghost! A profiteer who travels among the stars.
His name is Laslay, and he calls himself a star businessman, but everyone here knows that this guy is a smuggler who specializes in some shady business in several civilizations among the stars. He will even get involved in human trafficking.
Business, when the Blood Mistress rescued Dornan who was abducted by the Broken Ones, the Broken Ones who abducted the children were Laslay's men.
After hearing about the Blood Matron and Dornan, Laslay was so frightened that he fled Draenor that night. After several years, he quietly returned to Shattrath City and continued to do his shameful things.
Activities.
"Shut up, Laslay!"
The red ogre snorted coldly, and the tall guy mocked mercilessly:
"You are only one whistleblower message away from death. You'd better keep a low profile, bastard, otherwise I will be happy to use your head to ask for credit from the little Princess Dornan, and maybe you can get some official status in exchange."
"Okay, stop arguing!"
Tobias the Glutton was in a bad mood and shouted:
"Didn't that damn bird from Rilac bring us together tonight? Where is he? Has he cooperated with the bastards from the Broken Setting Sun? He plans to catch us all in one fell swoop?"
Just as the Broken One's vicious call ended, a sharp neighing sounded in the house. A moment later, a fallen arakkoa with a body covered with white feathers and a beautiful little Kali bird on his shoulder came to the rescue.
Carrying a cane, he slowly walked out of the darkness.
This is Rilak, one of the underground bosses in the slums. He mainly deals in the forbidden magic items of the arakkoa. He is the representative of the arakkoa power in Shattrath City. It is said that he has some relationship with the court of Tongtian Peak and belongs to the Shattrath City.
The dark forces in Tarth have a very strong background, and Shattering Sun's several operations to crack down on crime and eliminate evil have not affected Rilac's business.
But tonight, what caught the attention of the big guys the most was that behind Rilac, there were a few bodyguards they had never seen before. They were tall tauren wearing black robes and hoods... Drano
There is no such creature as a tauren in the world, so these guys must have come from the other side of the Dark Portal.
Speaking of which, after the Dark Blade Legion released the right of passage to the Dark Portal a few years ago, the commercial connections between the two worlds have become more frequent. There are many shops from Azeroth in Shattrath City, and there are also local shops
Many merchants will sell their goods to another world through the Dark Portal, but this operation is completely monitored by the Dark Blade Legion. In other words, these guys who are engaged in less serious business are not eligible to participate.
of which.
Rilac is an exception, but judging from tonight's situation, this gloomy arakkoa seems to be planning to reveal some interesting little secrets to his gangster friends.
"Ahem, my dear brothers, we are gathered here tonight... for a big event!"
Rilac is a fallen arakkoa. The curse of Seth distorted his body, turning him from the form of a noble bird arakkoa into an ugly cripple. But this is nothing. Anyway, the fallen arakkoa and those noble arakkoa
People are never friends, they live happily in darkness.
This gloomy arakkoa looked at the other big guys, Shi Shiran took out a few cards from his pocket and threw them on the table.
"Hey, I won't waste everyone's precious time."
"Some of my friends, um, the kind with very strong backgrounds... They established a small gang in Azeroth called the Dark Gold Cult. There are some good brothers who have the same goals as us.
, I am also one of them. We were doing business in a big city called Gadgetzan. Well, a real big city, a commercial city, a hundred times better than this damn ghost place of Shattrath! There is only you there.
If you have money, you are a real big shot!"
Rilac paid attention to the expressions of other people. Those sitting here are not those third-rate gangsters. Everyone here has their own information channels. As long as they are willing to inquire about the Dark Gold Cult and Gadgetzan, they will definitely be able to find out.
Asked.
"In short, our potion business was doing very well, but where there are people and money can be made, there must be conflicts. There are also two gangs there, namely the Dirty Hand Gang and the Yulian Gang. Originally, our Dark Gold Sect
We have the upper hand, but recently, the Yulian Gang has hooked up with the largest black market organizer in Azeroth, a big shot named Mrs. Guo Ya. With the support of a huge amount of wealth, they began to frantically block our potions.
Business, trying to drive us out of Gadgetzan and other goblin cities, and the dirty gang members sold themselves out to join the Steamwheedle Consortium... Gua."
Rilac finally got to the point. He turned over the cards on the table and said to the others:
"The Dark Gold Cult is a group with great potential. I assure you that as long as we get a little support from you, we can launch an aggressive invasion war! We will destroy those bitches and dirty hands of the Yulian Gang
The party idiots drive out of Gadgetzan! We will have that city to ourselves! By then, everyone present will have money to spend! More importantly..."
The Crow Man let out a series of deep laughs, and pointed to the top of his head meaningfully:
"Look, croak, the Lizardmen are here. Let me tell you the truth, this city cannot be defended! My "friends" in the Tongtian Peak Palace just sent an envoy to inform me... that the Lizardmen are
The siege army has landed on the coast of Terokkar. It is an army you have never seen before! Shattrath will fall soon, and this ship will capsize. Shouldn't we bilge rats living on the ship
Seize this last escape rope?"
"When the city is destroyed, do you still expect the Paladins of the Broken Setting Sun to save you? Don't be stupid, you see, I represent the Dark Gold Sect to give you the last chance... Brothers, you are not fools
, you have to hold on to it~ Gua!”
"Bang"
The red-skinned ogre Grok punched the table. The rude guy stared at the arakkoa Rilac fiercely:
"You bastard! Do you want our brothers to be cannon fodder for you? Do you think I am such a shameless person? I will give you the lives of my brothers for my own life?"
The ogre's scolding did not change the expression of the arakkoa. The fallen arakkoa stared at the ogre with his dark eyes. After a few seconds, he asked:
"Hey, aren't you?"
"Oh, I am indeed such a bastard."
The ogre shamelessly admitted that he was a villain, but a cunning light flashed in his eyes:
"The problem is, don't deceive me with this childish way of making a lot of money. Rilac, we haven't known each other for more than a day or two. Let me tell the truth. If you want me to join your dark gold sect, you can! But I
We must retain the right to smuggle Apexis crystals underground in Azeroth! It is best to make money by doing a single business, so I want to operate it as a monopoly!"
This excessive request made the Crow Man's eyes flash with a trace of regret. He waved his paw, and behind him, the Tauren threw out a bottle of red potion and smashed it at the ogre's feet. The potion bottle exploded, and the
Red liquid splashed all over the ogre.
"Ah! You bastard, I'm going to kill you... uh... I feel a little... uncomfortable..."
The furious ogre grabbed the battle ax at hand and wanted to kill the arakkoa. However, under the influence of the crazy potion of the Dark Gold Cult, in just a few seconds, this reckless ogre seemed to have lost his soul.
, kneeling sincerely at the feet of the Yaren:
"My master, please give me your orders."
The soulless voice of the ogre Grok startled the other bosses. They all drew their weapons or wanted to escape from this place. However, the arakkoa messengers of the Dark Gold Cult had completely sealed off the house.
, the fallen arakkoa Rilac put a few bottles on the table, looked at the other bosses, and said softly:
"What a pity. I thought this matter could be resolved peacefully..."
"You ask for too much, and I can give too little, so... drink it, and then... share the glory of the Dark Gold Cult! Well, the great potion master Kazakus will reward me for this.
..Ah, yes, yes, we have a new god! Great Bwonsamdi, please take them away!"
That night, gunfire continued throughout the slums of Shattrath City, but the strange thing was that the Paladins of the Broken Setting Sun didn't seem to notice it at all, as if it was just a part of some big plan.
Ring, the most basic ring.
Everything is moving forward smoothly... Soon, Shattrath City will truly usher in its destiny...