"Sir, this goblin woman is given to Thrall, the savior." Eitrigg widened his eyes and explained: "Azeroth needs Thrall's rescue, and Thrall needs this woman to be used as medicine."
"What a savior Thrall." Engineer Morg showed a sarcastic look: "You little orc, you haven't realized the mistake you have made. You have not faced your status seriously."
The chainsaw on Engineer Morg's left arm flew out, and in just an instant, all the orcs were cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground wailing in pain, even Eitrigg was no exception.
"Orcs who are not bright-minded, you must pay the price." Engineer Moorg walked over and tore each orc into pieces, and put the internal organs together in categories. His skills were very high, even if only one head was left, it was still
Those who are alive are slowly dying in extreme fear and pain.
Engineer Morg rescued Nissa, who threw herself into her father's arms and looked at the monster in front of her in horror.
The Morg engineer picked up a few pieces of Eitrigg's ribs, and a wok, shovel, etc. appeared in his left hand. He quickly stir-fried a plate of fragrant orc meat and sprinkled it with various condiments.
"Eldest niece, come and have a taste."
Nisha was trembling with fear. Malti patted her daughter on the shoulder and comforted her: "Be obedient and take a bite."
This is considered a pledge of honor. As long as they eat Eitrigg's flesh, the Malti father and his daughter will have no room for regret.
Marty took a piece of fried meat, chewed it slowly, nodded, and handed it to Nisha to taste.
Nissa showed a panicked expression, but she could only manage to take one bite, so she couldn't stop. The Morg engineer's cooking skills were extraordinary, far superior to those of the backward goblins.
Looking at Nissa devouring her food, Engineer Moorg nodded with satisfaction:
"Remember, eldest niece, if you want to eat the meat of that orc in the future, it will be fine. You can even eat the so-called savior Thrall, but your father's salary will be deducted to repair Thrall. We, the Burning Legion, are the ones in the food chain of the universe.
At the top, the green-skinned orcs are just the poorest ingredients, not worth mentioning. In comparison, the native orcs that are not contaminated with evil energy taste better."
Something in Nissa's eyes was shattered, and only a fierceness remained. She clenched her fists and asked, "Is the great savior just a source of food for the Burning Legion?"
"Who says it's not?" Engineer Morg pointed at Eitrigg's head and said: "This guy is Thrall's life consultant. He is a high-ranking presence among the orcs. Killing him is not easy to explain, and it will affect my performance.
For the assessment, it just needs to be repaired.”
The Morg engineers gathered the orcs' organs and bones together, with sutures and scalpels flying, and quickly pieced together a new body, then sewed Eitrigg's head back together, and finally activated it with electricity.
"See, niece, all flesh-and-blood life is just a slightly more complicated machine. As long as you learn my skills, you can eat Salvador the Savior every day, and then find other orc parts to resew them together, and no one will blame you."
Nisha stared unblinkingly at Engineer Moorg's operations, nodded confidently and said, "I should be able to do it."
Engineer Moorg laughed: "Marty, I think your daughter will also become a brilliant technician."
Then, he turned to the frightened Eitrigg and said: "Etrigg, you need to find new ingredients. Don't worry, there are countless goblins in Bilgewater Port who want to become the new trade prince. I wish you good luck. I
friends."
The Morg engineer took Malti and his daughter away, leaving only the pale Eitrigg, adapting to the newly sewn body. This new body used the organs and flesh of more than a dozen orcs. I don't know if it can be used.
Easy to use.
Rick, who is secretly observing all this, is making a difficult decision.
The goblin clan is accustomed to only focusing on immediate interests. Although they have taken refuge in Robbie, a senior executive of the "Burning Legion", Robbie's promises are obviously only in the mirror and may not be truly realized.
And right in front of you, there is an excellent opportunity to become a trade prince.
In Rick's view, it was a very stupid act for Malti to give up the trade prince and choose to save his daughter.
The trade prince has no dignity, but the luxurious life and the feeling of controlling the lives and deaths of thousands of people cannot be compared to the legion technicians who need to work hard every day.
Rick is very worried about being appreciated and becoming a member of the Legion like Malty.
How can you not take risks by becoming a trade prince? Rick gritted his teeth and hurriedly rushed out, kneeling in front of Eitrigg: "Noble orc, Rick is not talented, but he is willing to become the trade prince of Bilgewater Port."
Eitrigg was startled. Looking at Rick's gorgeous attire, he felt that this goblin had an unusual identity and asked, "Who are you?"
Rick is very smart. He knows how to use a backer. He explained: "My name is Rick. I am serving an agent of the Burning Legion and secretly investigating the Trade Prince Malti. The Legion agent promised me to become the new Trade Prince."
"A Legion agent?"
Eitrigg suffered such a disaster, all his subordinates died, and he was in this state. How dare he offend a legion agent, let alone verify whether it was true or false. He was just a little worried, so Eitrigg asked in a low voice:
"You are too young, you probably don't have children, right? The great savior needs to be nourished, and Azeroth needs to be saved."
Rick was well prepared and replied: "I have a sister who depends on me for life."
"very good!"
Eitrigg breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he could finally make a deal. Otherwise, if Thrall was angered, he would not be able to eat and walk around. With a roll of his eyes, Eitrigg thought that if he could take the opportunity to control the consortium in Bilgewater Port, Thrall would definitely do it.
Very happy, so he asked:
"Rick, it's not easy to be a trade prince. Malti served the Burning Legion for many years before he got this position. Can your skills be comparable to Malti?"
Rick shook his head in embarrassment.
Eitrigg nodded: "Let's see, you serve Thrall for a few years, and Thrall happens to be short of a financial advisor. After you accumulate enough popularity, you can legitimately serve as the trade prince of Bilgewater Port. Of course.
, how to gain Sal's trust is up to you, I can only recommend him on your behalf."
Rick was overjoyed when he heard this and thought that he had made the right bet. He seemed to see a bright road to becoming a trade prince.
Eitrigg took out a contract and handed it to Rick: "This is the contract to become Sal's financial advisor. If you sign your name on it, I can take you to see Sal. It's just that your name is too ordinary.
Now, you need to think of a different name for yourself, something unusual at first sight."
Rick hesitated for a while, then signed a new name at the bottom of the contract: Gallywix.
This Rick turned out to be the future trade king Gallywix, which Robbie did not expect. After all, the skinny Rick was completely different from the fat and chubby Gallywix later.
Robbie was monitoring everything secretly, and secretly cast a tracking spell on the Morg engineer. By following the traces left by the spell, he could find out the secret base of the Burning Legion.