"It's unfair, I have nothing to do with this, I swear." Cretina was very innocent.
Haramed snorted coldly: "Unjustly accused? Yes, I know you will not be so stupid, but the interstellar world does not care about this. Do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at us? We covet the fat of Azeroth.
Meat."
Cretina was panicked and begged: "Your Majesty, what should I do?"
Haramed sighed:
"Cretina, your confidant, has always helped me do the dirtiest work, but there is nothing I can do about this matter. I can go as far away from Azeroth as I can."
Cretina asked unwillingly: "But what about the kobold trade? My lord, you know this is a rare opportunity."
"At this time, you are still thinking about the kobolds." Halamad roared angrily: "You'd better think about how to save your own life."
Cretina's body kept flickering, and her spirit body was already unstable. After a long while, she said:
"Your Majesty, thank you for reminding me, I will leave immediately."
After Haramed left, Cretina secretly sulked, still unable to reconcile.
"I just resold a group of lowly and filthy kobolds. The conspirators in Azeroth actually treated me like this, and they accused me of being ruthless. Hmm, conspirators, I can do it."
Cretina called the representative of the Astral Consortium stationed in Azeroth, who was also her confidant, a fat and round goblin.
Mogul Razdonk is one of the five goblin trade princes and the leader of the venture capital company.
It was thanks to Cretina that Mogul Razdonk was able to kill the previous leader and inherit this prominent position.
Of course, cunning goblins never put their eggs in one basket.
Mogul Razdonk has colluded with many forces, and Cretina is just one of his patrons.
Mogul Razdunk took off his hat and showed a sincere smile on his chubby face:
This was Mogul's signature smile. Many people were deceived by his smile and lost their money.
"Dear Master, what can I do for you?"
Cretina took out a vial and handed it over cautiously.
Mogul Razdunk carefully observed the purple liquid in the bottle and asked doubtfully:
"Omniscient master, may I ask what this is?"
"This is an undead plague from advanced civilization."
Mogul Razdonk was startled and instinctively wanted to throw it away, but his reason stopped him and asked tremblingly:
"Is this a plague that can destroy Azeroth?"
Cretina chuckled: "Don't be nervous, the plague that can destroy Azeroth does exist, but I can't afford it. This is just a plague that can make people stronger."
"Strong?" Mogul Razdonk was fat and weak at the critical moment, showing strong interest.
Cretina saw his greed and explained coldly:
"After becoming undead, you lose the ability to reproduce. This is the law of balance in the universe."
Mogul then calmed down and said humbly: "Master, may I ask how to use plague?"
Cretina calmly ordered: "I need a strong race, so that after becoming undead, I can take advantage of my strength. Which race do you think is better?"
Mogul understood that this was a plague targeting kobolds. Kobolds were naturally weak and had an instinctive fear of tall races.
"There are many tall races in Azeroth, such as mammoths, sea giants, etc., but unfortunately their reproductive ability is not strong. If we consider the reproductive ability, the tauren are the first ones."
Cretina nodded:
"Yes, I'm also optimistic about the Tauren. I'm going on vacation for a while. You go to the Tauren tribe to release the plague and use some tricks. I don't need to teach you, right?"
Mogul bowed and saluted: "This is my honor, master."
Thunder Bluff.
Tauren Chief Rom. Wild Totem looked at the grass on the plate and couldn't help but sigh.
After Mogolei was covered by the corrosive ground, the past prairie was barren, and the breeding base of the Lightforged Tauren was completely destroyed.
Today, Thunder Bluff is the only pure land left in Mulgore.
The tauren of Mulgore gathered in Thunder Bluff, crowding the streets and alleys.
Although most light-forged tauren rely on the energy of the Holy Light and do not need to eat food, there are also native tauren who inevitably fall into hunger.
What is even more difficult for Rom to accept is that as the corrosive ground expands, the energy of the Holy Light becomes increasingly thinner and the light-cast tauren gradually become weaker.
"Are the tauren in Mogore about to become extinct?"
Rom felt extremely heartbroken. Ever since the tauren joined the tribe, he had not lived a good life for a few days.
Suddenly, there was a commotion from the tauren outside the door, and Rom hurriedly went out to check.
I saw a vigorous hippogryph landing slowly. Because the road was crowded with minotaurs, the hippogryph could only land on the top of the tent.
A night elf woman jumped off the hippogryph's back, cautiously keeping a distance from the tauren.
Rom was secretly surprised. Since Mulgore was covered by the plague and the flight path was closed, no one wanted to get close to this dangerous land.
The night elf woman shouted loudly: "Excuse me, is this the chieftain of Thunder Bluff, Rom. Wild Totem?"
Rom. Wild Totem nodded: "It's me. I'm a friend of that night elf."
The night elf woman said loudly:
"On behalf of Malfurion and Tyrande, the night elves and the Mulgore tauren have always been on good terms with each other. It was just because of the establishment of the tribe that they have become very alienated from each other. Now that Thunder Bluff is in trouble, the tribe is ignoring you. Dark Night
The elves sincerely invite the tauren to join the alliance, and we will set aside some land on Mount Hyjal for you to survive."
The corners of Rom Wild Totem's mouth raised slightly: "Thank you to the night elves for their generosity, but you have forgotten that we tauren have dignity."
"Tauren also have dignity?" the night elf woman asked in return.
Rom. Wild Totem said impassionedly: "The Tauren are protected by Mother Earth, and the tribe is as kind to us as mountains. Without the tribe, the Tauren would have become extinct long ago."
The night elf woman asked doubtfully: "But the orcs treat you as food."
"We are very willing to become food for the orcs. This is the dignity of the tauren. Please respect our choice from the night elves." Rom. Wild Totem said with a righteous expression.
"Someone is actually willing to make food?" The night elf woman couldn't understand and left in a hippogryph.
The tauren below were talking a lot.
"But I don't want to be food for the orcs." A young tauren said to himself.
The older tauren hurriedly covered his mouth: "Stop talking, the will of the great chief is the will of all tauren."
"If we reject the night elves, how will we live?" the starving tauren sighed.
Rom. Wild Totem stood on a high place, his sharp gaze sweeping across Thunder Bluff:
"Have you forgotten the grace of the tribe? The reason why the tauren are alive today is because we are useful. The orcs like to use us as food. The tauren should know how to be grateful. Otherwise, what is the difference between you and the gnolls?"
No one dares to oppose the chief. The chief's words are the truth and cannot be doubted.
The tauren lowered his head silently and continued to endure hunger.
Rom. Wild Totem has his own plans.
As the chief of the tauren, he had already arranged an escape route.
Even if all the tauren in Thunder Bluff starved to death, they would still be safe and live a luxurious life for the rest of their lives.
But if he betrays the tribe and joins the alliance, Roma Wild Totem will be in danger of his life.