Dracula. Broken Wheel is a goblin mage. Unfortunately, his talent is limited. He has been studying in Dalaran for many years, and he can barely get out of the mage apprenticeship. Fortunately, his talent as a goblin has given him a new mission, allowing him to study in Dalaran.
Shine brilliantly.
When Dracula Broken Wheel saw the gloomy-looking Warchief Vol'jin, he seemed to see a large pile of gold coins coming towards him. Oh, no, this was a huge mountain of gold coins coming towards him.
Every eye is filled with brilliant light.
"Dear Chief, your humble servant Dracula is willing to serve you." Dracula Broken Wheel said in a respectful tone. He bowed his head deeply to hide his unbearable greed.
Vol'jin was very reluctant to deal with the mages of Dalaran, especially a cunning goblin, but he had no choice. Although Dracula Wheelbreaker's fee was more expensive, fortunately he had a good reputation.
When King Saurfang took Orgrim's Hammer to attack Icecrown Citadel, he bribed the mages of Dalaran to ensure that he could retreat safely. The person doing the business at that time was Dracula Wheelbreaker.
During the Cataclysm, Thrall and Agnar's wedding in Mount Hyjal went unexpectedly. Thrall was kidnapped by Fandral Staghelm in full view of the public.
Thanks to the security services provided by Dracula. Broken Wheel, people were successfully sent to rescue Sal.
With such illustrious status as Vol'jin and King Saurfang, it is inevitable that there will be mage followers around them.
But the followers around him are not necessarily reliable. Betrayal and betrayal are never uncommon. A leader must consider the safest way to save his life.
The services provided by the Dalaran mage are obviously more reliable. Which leader does not cherish his own life.
Vol'jin coughed and said with a serious face: "I am the great tribal chief Vol'jin. All spirits have given me a new mission. When necessary, I must leave Orgrimmar and fight for Azeroth.
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Dracula secretly admired him for being able to describe his escape in such a fresh and refined way. He was worthy of being the great chief Wo'jin.
"I represent the tribe, and the tribe is my family. The Darkspear tribe will never die. We vow to dedicate our lives to Azeroth." Vol'jin looked at the goblins who bowed their heads and added again.
Dracula Broken Wheel said politely: "Dear Chief, I admire your greatness very much. We goblins are members of the tribe and we depend on each other. Of course, I will quote you the most sincere price."
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Slowly raising his head, Dracula said in the most humble tone:
"According to the price in Dalaran, the teleportation service is priced based on distance, between fifty and five hundred gold coins. You are the chief of the tribe and have a distinguished status. We must send out the most professional people to provide the highest quality service to ensure nothing goes wrong.
.The price of one transmission is five thousand gold.
You can choose the destination as long as it is not a dangerous area. You can bring up to fifty followers, and each follower can carry no more than his own weight. Of course, the more gold coins and other treasures, the better. Never
It’s limited and we will only charge 10% of the service fee.”
Wojin looked at the short goblin in surprise, and was secretly surprised. The price was very affordable, and he was already prepared for the lion to open his mouth.
A tribal chief's net worth is in the tens of millions. This wealth is scattered all over the place, some of which are necessary investments, and some of which are buried in places that only he knows.
Even if Dracula extorts five million gold coins, it is not much. Is the greed of goblins just a legend?
"make a deal."
A mere five thousand gold coins, in Wo'jin's opinion, was just the cost of hosting a banquet. He would not bargain with a goblin for such a small amount of money. It was really beneath his status.
The two signed the contract quickly, and Wojin readily paid the full amount, which was equivalent to leaving a way out for himself.
"Dear Warchief, we in Dalaran provide more than just teleportation and bodyguard services. What Dalaran's mages are really good at is research and cracking. There has been a major breakthrough recently, which you must be very interested in."
Although the little goblin was sincere, he could not hide his showoff. Wojin was originally very impatient, but considering that the two parties had just reached a cooperation, he casually asked: "Why don't we talk and listen."
"We found a way to kill the undead minotaurs."
"What?"
Wojin stood up suddenly. The news was so shocking that he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.
If there was a way, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, would Vol'jin be willing to give up his position as warchief and flee?
Dracula had a smile on his face, waiting for Woking to ask.
"How many gold coins?" Wo'jin asked seriously.
"Fifty million gold coins, no counteroffer."
Dracula Broken Wheel answered with a smile.
Fifty million gold coins sounds like a huge sum of money, but for a war that affects the survival of the race, it is quite cost-effective. Moreover, this gold coin does not need to be paid by Vol'jin, and can be spent from Orgrimmar's finances.
The only thing Wo'jin needed was the effect. Dracula quickly dispelled Wo'jin's concerns. He provided the relevant formula and even an undead tauren officer for Wo'jin to verify the authenticity.
The people of Orgrimmar are panic-stricken. The fear of the undead tauren has finally converged into a torrent. The power of resistance is secretly brewing. Everything is ready, and they are just about to force Vol'jin into the palace.
The only concern now is that Vol'jin has strong support behind him. After all, Vol'jin easily killed the arrogant Thrall.
Although this secret is only spread among a few people, it is enough to make the resistance leaders worry and dare not act rashly. They need to test Wojin's true strength.
When Vol'jin showed up again, he was full of confidence. His previous melancholy was swept away. He sat proudly on the throne of the warchief, stroking his fangs.
The leaders of the resistance army immediately changed their expressions and quickly signaled to their subordinates not to act rashly.
Wo'jin looked at the generals in the room and knew that most of them were members of the resistance, traitors who wanted to put him to death.
But this is nothing. As long as they come up with ways to defeat the undead tauren, they will soon become their staunchest supporters.
The orcs who pride themselves on being noble do not want to become slaves and military rations of the tauren.
Wojin stood up, raised his hands and looked at the sky, praising with great piety:
"I represent the tribe, I represent hope. I feel the restlessness of countless souls. We are the chosen ones. When Cairn Bloodhoof planned to destroy us, all spirits did not abandon us. I can prove to you that Cairn
.Bloodhoof can be defeated, and the tauren are still our food."
Vol'jin's most loyal bodyguards, a group of elite Darkspear tribe trolls, escorted the undead tauren officers in.
He took a scimitar from the guard's hand. This is a very famous weapon called the Hot Wind Scimitar.
Vol'jin held a hot wind scimitar and slashed the tauren officer.
The wound did not heal, and the blood-red nematode died as soon as it came into contact with the scimitar.
Many orc generals exclaimed.
Afterwards, Vol'jin chopped off the tauren officer hundreds of times, and finally cut off his head cleanly. After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of resurrection.
Saguloth Saurfang stepped forward and took the hot wind scimitar from Vol'jin.
"This is an enchanted weapon, flames. I see. Fire is the key to killing the undead tauren. Why didn't we think of it?"
The unexpected defeat and low morale also caused them to neglect studying their opponents and fell into meaningless internal fighting.
Cairn Bloodhoof was very annoyed. He waited for several days but still did not see the orcs come out of the city to surrender.
The violent tauren chief decided to launch an attack. (To be continued)