The personal bodyguards, the Twin One-Eyed Demons, were waiting beside them. The head of state, Margok, climbed onto the city wall and carefully observed the army outside through the golden shield of holy light.
Khadgar manages the army rigorously, with banners fluttering outside the city and tents rolling up and down, with no edges visible at a glance.
"I never expected that my enemy would be a light-forged orc who was once a slave."
Margok deeply lamented the impermanence of the world. He carefully checked the defenses at all parts of the city wall and made sure that everything was safe before returning to his residence with peace of mind.
"I've met the Führer." The butcher was waiting at Margok's residence.
Margok smiled bitterly and said: "I just saw Khadgar's military formation. It was mighty and majestic. When he was desperate and surrendered to my tent, I didn't expect that he would become our formidable enemy."
The butcher said expressionlessly: "I heard that Theramore's Gate of Holy Light was sealed a few days ago, and Khadgar was also involved. After all, he is not an ogre, and his heart is not with us."
Margok said with some regret: "If I had known, I would have killed him with my own hands. Now a large army is besieging the city. Although it is protected by the Holy Light, I don't know when we will be able to escape."
The butcher carefully looked around and saw that there was no one else around. He took a step forward and whispered:
"Don't worry, head of state. As long as we persist, Khadgar will retreat. I guess he is more anxious than us."
"How do you say this?" the head of state asked in surprise. He had not slept well these days. Whenever he closed his eyes, the light-forged orcs were rushing into Gadgetzan.
The butcher said with a relaxed expression: "The success of Gadgetzan today is not due to a group of goblins. Azeroth respects the strong, so how can a group of weak goblins maintain a huge amount of wealth."
After such a reminder, Margok understood: "You mean the Cave of Time, the Bronze Dragon Legion."
The butcher nodded: "All weak creatures like to rely on the strong. The goblins of Gadgetzan rely on the bronze dragon. I just learned that most of the treasures earned by the goblins were given to the bronze dragon. The army besieged the city.
Gadgetzan's business has been affected, and the Bronze Dragon will definitely not sit idly by."
Margok wondered: "The army has been surrounded for so many days, why don't they take action to relieve the siege? Is it because..."
With a slap on his forehead, Margok said with deep regret:
"I'm confused. When I entered Tanaris, I forgot about the bronze dragon. I thought these powerful creatures were otherworldly."
"It's not too late now." The butcher said: "As long as we offer a heavy gift, the bronze dragon will definitely intervene. Khadgar will not dare to offend the dragon clan."
The two heads of Margok thought together and said in embarrassment: "But most of our treasures were given to Medivh to buy money for the journey, especially those precious Titan relics. None of them were left to us. How can we impress the bronze?"
dragon?"
The butcher grinned: "Our Titan relics are gone, but there are still ones in the outer lands."
"Outland?"
Margok's heart moved, Outland, the hometown of ogres and orcs, two worlds in different time periods, another Draenor.
Because Ner'zhul failed to cast a spell in the Black Temple, the entire world was torn apart and turned into a broken planet. Fortunately, the ogre's hometown of Nagrand was relatively intact.
The ruins of the ancient Gorian Empire are buried in the dust of history, and an astonishing amount of treasures lie quietly deep underground.
Who else knows the location of the treasure better than Margok.
Margok paced back and forth excitedly: "I immediately used communication magic to get in touch with the bronze dragon. Only if we are still alive will they have a chance to find the Titan relics from the outside world."
The butcher lowered his voice and said: "My lord, it is crucial to get in touch with the bronze dragon, but we must not neglect it. Even the strongest fortress can be easily conquered from the inside."
"You mean those goblins?" Margok's face quickly darkened.
The mayor of Gadgetzan, Marin Noggenfogg, was very anxious. He had never slept since the army besieged the city. His eyes were blood red and he was full of energy.
In order to keep it strictly confidential, the alchemy room for producing Noggenfogg's potion was built deep in the desert, in a secret stronghold known only to himself.
Malin Noggenfogg used forbidden black magic to turn all workers into dark puppets who must rely on magic crystals to survive.
If there is a lack of magic crystal supply, the dark puppets will decay and die, and it will take a long time to cultivate a batch.
"I have to think of something."
In a secret basement, Marlin Nogfogg opened the communication crystal and secretly contacted Khadgar.
"Khadgar, I think we can talk. If you tear up that insurance policy, I will give you huge benefits. There is a fertile land outside the city of Gadgetzan, backed by mountains and facing the sea. It is an excellent place.
It’s a safe haven, and my name is written on the land deed. As long as you withdraw your troops, I will immediately send someone to deliver the land deed.”
"Are you talking about the pirate stronghold in the South China Sea?" Khadgar asked with a sneer.
"Oh, no, they are not pirates, they are walking gold coins. The land and port can be given to you, but if you catch the pirates and sell them into slaves, I will take a commission. I will give you nine to one." Marlin Nogfe
He had the tone of a businessman.
"I'm not interested in pirates." Khadgar said meaningfully: "You should know what I want."
"Those damn ogres." Marlin Noggenfogg jumped up in anger: "I really shouldn't covet their wealth. Among the gifts they gave me was a jar, which was said to be some kind of celestial porcelain.
, it has a history of more than a thousand years and is extremely valuable, but no one cared about it when I sent it to Stormwind City."
Khadgar looked normal, but he was actually very anxious inside. Who knew when the bronze dragon would intervene.
"I am only interested in their life and death. Both the bodies and the wealth can be yours."
According to Khadgar's plan, Malgok and his party should have been killed vigorously and quickly, and then the troops should have withdrawn quickly.
The dragons have always been tired and lazy. By the time they realized it, Khadgar would have returned to Orgrimmar long ago.
But it was delayed by the Holy Light Shield.
Marlin Noggenfogg roared with red eyes: "I really want to hand over all of these ogres to you in exchange for the insurance policy, but I am no match for them."
Khadgar pretended to be relaxed and said: "You only need to destroy the Holy Light Shield."
"That's impossible. The fragments of the hourglass of time are protected day and night." Marlin Nogfogg shook his head.
Cardad took a deep breath: "You are the mayor of Gadgetzan and you have a close relationship with the bronze dragons. Don't you have their scales and nails?"
Seeing the goblin's confused expression, Khadgar patiently explained: "The hourglass of time is a creation of the bronze dragon. As long as the bronze dragon's breath comes close, it will be disturbed."
Marin Nogfogg touched his chin and rolled his eyes:
"I have a close relationship with the Bronze Dragon. How come I have their things? I thought of a good way to destroy the Holy Light Shield without anyone noticing. Just wait for my good news."
The communication crystal was turned off, and Khadgar laughed and cursed: "Cunning goblin."
On the side, the leader of the wild boars, Calgar Thornribs, asked: "Can the scales and nails of the bronze dragon really interfere with the fragments of the hourglass of time?"
Khadgar shrugged and said: "Who knows, I just provoked them. If the goblins are massacred, the bronze dragon can only stand on our side."