"Why me?" Nisha was almost petrified and asked unconsciously.
Rick shrugged his shoulders and repeated Robbie's message: "Schisandra chinensis is an ancient secret medicine. It requires direct blood relatives of the five trade princes. The younger the better, the better the effect. The other four trade princes have contributed their own children, and only one of them is left."
Next to you, Trade Prince Maldi has only you as a direct blood relative."
In fact, the authenticity of the secret medicine Schisandra chinensis is very doubtful. After all, in ancient times, goblins were only food raised by the Kezan trolls, and there were no five trade princes.
Nisha's face was pale and her eyes were dull, as if she had experienced a bolt from the blue.
Rick looked around at the luxurious and extravagant ball and said regretfully:
"This birthday party is actually your farewell party. I was sent here by Sal to check whether the main medicine is active. Seeing how energetic you are, although I feel a little reluctant to give up, I am also happy for the savior."
"No, no, this is not true?" Nisha's tears flowed down.
"This is a great honor, Nissa. Thrall, the great savior, fell ill from exhaustion in order to save Azeroth and is in urgent need of supplements. You are qualified to become one of the five main medicines. Isn't it your ideal all along?
What?" Rick asked.
"I don't want to!" Nisha cried holding her head.
Rick showed a cruel expression and said viciously:
"Nissa, in order to save Azeroth, countless orcs have sacrificed their precious lives, and the savior Thrall has dedicated his life and worked tirelessly. For Azeroth, you should have the consciousness to sacrifice yourself. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it.
, you will put it into the cauldron together with the other five main herbs.
Slowly cook it in the medium, with shamans and priests casting spells to maintain your life and ensure that you are still alive after being cooked. Then Sal, the savior, begins to taste your flesh and blood. After seven days, after experiencing endless pain and despair, you
Success sacrificed everything for the Savior.”
"Stop talking." Nisa was so frightened that her face turned pale and she almost fainted.
Rick said in her ear: "Without experiencing pain and despair, how can you understand the greatness and love of the savior Thrall? Thrall's life consultant Eitrigg has been waiting for a long time. Your father has been waiting for Azeroth for a long time."
Si, I am very happy to give you to Thrall to eat. This is the great honor of Bilgewater Port. The goblins will always be proud of you."
"Father."
The desperate Nisha grabbed the last straw like a drowning person: "Yes, yes, I am going to find my father. He will not give up on me. Father, save your poor daughter."
Nisha ran into the back room with tears streaming down her face. The guests looked at each other, wondering what was going on here.
Rick let out a long breath, turned pale, and returned to Robbie's side.
"Are these all true?" Rick asked in a low voice.
Robbie nodded: "Unfortunately, this is Nissa's fate, and it is also the helpless choice of the five trade princes."
Rick reminisced about the alluring aroma of Nisha's body and said with regret, "Such a beautiful woman is about to die."
Robbie said coldly: "It's nothing. The goblins are born low, and you don't even know how to cherish them. Tauren and pandaren are the food of the orcs, not to mention you goblins?"
Nisha hurriedly ran back to her room, kicked out all the servants, and locked the door alone. She carefully opened the dressing box and took out a green orb.
It turned out to be a Legion Orb. Robbie searched the entire mansion with the Eye of C'Thun, but ignored the dressing box.
Nissa awkwardly opened the Legion Orb, and a goblin's face appeared inside the orb.
This goblin looked very young. He was the young and powerful trade prince Malti. The legion gave him a long life. Malti asked angrily: "Daughter, what happened? Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"
I will definitely tear him into pieces."
"Father, are you going to give me to Sal, the savior, to be eaten?" Nissa asked in tears.
Malti was silent for a long time before saying: "Savior Sal is your idol, you should feel honored."
"No, no, father, I don't want to die, please don't give up on me." Nisha cried like a tearful person.
Malti patiently advised: "Listen, Nissa, Thrall is the great savior. Without Thrall, Azeroth will be destroyed. Your actions are no different from those of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield.
I am proud of you for dedicating your life to Azeroth, my dear daughter."
Nisha knelt on the ground and begged her father: "Please, father, please let me live. You must have a way."
Malti sighed and said: "Thal is the great savior."
"No, he's not." Nissa shouted in a high voice: "He is a cruel beast."
Nisha's answer surprised Marty, and she said happily:
"Daughter, I am very happy that you have such an extraordinary consciousness. If you still worship Sal obsessively, I will support you and let Sal eat you to fulfill your dream of becoming a father.
I am willing to sacrifice everything for my daughter's ideal. Since you realize that Thrall is a beast, then I am also willing to help you escape from this tragic fate, even if you don't become this trade prince, don't be afraid, wait a moment, I will save you."
The Legion Orb exploded with a bang and disappeared without a trace.
There was a loud bang, and the bedroom door was violently pushed open.
Eitrigg broke in and grinned: "Nissa, it's time to hit the road. Azeroth needs your rescue. Thrall, the savior, doesn't like the smell of goblins, but in order to cure the disease, he can only do so. This is
Your glory."
A group of orc guards rushed over and grabbed Nissa's limbs. In order to prevent Nissa from thinking about suicide, Eitrigg tore open a magic scroll, and white spider webs bound Nissa tightly, unable to move.
"The last ingredient is ready." Eitrigg laughed, leading a dozen orc guards and swaggering out of Malti's mansion.
Goblin Rick followed curiously, he wanted to take one last look at his beloved woman.
There was a rumble, and a tall figure stopped Eitrigg and his party.
This is a Morg Engineer, one of the most intelligent individuals among the engineers and scientists of the Burning Legion.
Most of his body has been transformed into a machine, his left eye has been transformed into an electronic eye, his left arm is a terrifying electric saw, and his right hand has dozens of long fingers extending out, with pliers, tweezers, welding guns, scalpels and other tools at the front.
Engineer Morg's side is the Trade Prince Malti.
"Marti, have you really decided?" Engineer Morg ignored Eitrigg, as if the group of orcs didn't exist.
Marty looked at his mansion greedily and was about to say goodbye to his luxurious life. He was reluctant to leave, and finally sighed helplessly: "If you can't even protect your own daughter, why should you be a trade prince? I am willing to return to the Burning Legion."
, to be the most ordinary technician."
"That's right, Marty."
Engineer Moorg smiled proudly and said: "Only in the Burning Legion can you use your strengths. I will help you apply for promotions and salary increases, as well as annual leave and insurance benefits. In the Legion, as long as you are willing to pay, you will definitely succeed."
It’s rewarding.”
Then, the Morg engineer stared at Eitrigg and said with a smile: "This orc, please let go of the legion technician's daughter. Pay attention, I said please."