Menethil's Power

Chapter 552 The curtain rises
Thousands of years ago, there was only one continent in Azeroth, which was shattered into countless fragments in the rift of heaven and earth. Apart from the two main continents, there were also countless broken islands scattered in the ocean, which together with the endless sea constituted a New uncharted territory.

Since then, the various races in Azeroth have really begun to develop navigation. Although many stable routes have been opened up over the past ten thousand years, there are still many unknowns in the sea.

For example, such a strange island, an experienced captain would be surprised that it is clearly near the main channel, and it is not too far from Kul Tiras, yet it has never been discovered.

Thick leather boots stepped on the slate floor, and Red Blackhand glanced at the scattered cracked shells on the ground. He knew the answer. This place was originally just a seabed relic, but it was raised to become an island ten years ago.

Its name is Broken Shore.

Red remembered the splendor of the island rising, though not his own.His memory about this place is that he was ordered by Orgrim to chase down the warlock so far, only to find that the warlock and most of his men had all committed suicide, and then he got the thing that changed his destiny.

It wasn't a good feeling to have two memories overlapping, but Red was used to it.

He held an orc skull in his hand, and looked into the black hole sockets. The memory he got from Gul'dan's skull was very fragmented, but the last part of his life was very clear, so what Red felt most was the huge of fear and despair.

Gul'dan was a brilliant schemer and seldom made mistakes, but this one time, he paid with his life, raising the island at the cost of most of his men's lives, and expending a lot of mana himself , but still couldn't wait to rush into the tomb of Sargeras, and was finally torn apart by the guarding demons.

Only such a skull remained.

Red smiled mockingly at the head of Gul'dan, I will accomplish what you can't do, he thought, the power of Sargeras will belong to me.

He knows that seeking the power of the Dark Titan is a very dangerous thing. Gul'dan has proved this with his life, but Red is confident that he is fully prepared.What's more, he has no way out at this time. His foundation in Kalimdor was destroyed two years ago, leaving only a lonely family to escape from the sea. Although he did the same when the old tribe was defeated by the alliance more than ten years ago, the situation is even worse. Too bad, because this time he doesn't have any people still following him, his power has been completely buried in Kalimdor, and the new tribe is still trying to find him.

Therefore, the strength in it is his only chance to make a comeback.

Never fail!
"Ah!"

Just as Reid was screaming inwardly, a loud sneeze sounded not far from him.

A burst of anger suddenly arose in Red's heart, but looking at this goblin who was wearing a funny top hat and wrapped in three layers of the best silver Frostwolf fur coat and was trembling, he could only forcefully suppress the anger in his heart. Even if the opponent is as fat as a yellow-green pig, he must maintain a respectful look.

There is no other reason. Although he is very unwilling to serve a goblin, even if it is only superficially effective, the other party should be the only person in Azeroth who is willing to accept him.

He had to borrow the power of this goblin.

"Ah!" Garuvik, the trade magnate of the MacDonald Consortium, sneezed again, rubbing his red nose, "Why is this place so cold?" He muttered, and then turned to Red yelled: "Hey! Orc, if the treasure you mentioned is not here, I will send you to Orgrimmar! That warchief is willing to exchange gold equal in weight for you, an idiot!"

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will never let you down." Reid lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly from the front.

He only needs to wait a little longer, and this idiot needs to clear the obstacles in front of him, and he can get in touch with that power. As long as he masters it, he can crush the green pig to death without any scruples.

"I hope so, Sneeze!" Garuvik sneezed again. He held out his hand, and one of the two huge troll bodyguards behind him immediately put a silk scarf in his hand. Covering his nose with a towel, he blew loudly.

The work of handing over the silk scarf should have been done by his cute fox secretary, but now he can only make do with it. If it wasn't for the big boss Isaacs, he wouldn't come here for some so-called "baby". Ghost place!
Not even he would accept the effects of Red Blackhand!Even if he accepts it, it is impossible for him to live until now!Don't think that everyone works for goblins!Garuvik, who has been a trade lord for several years, can see the haze and disdain in this orc's eyes!
But having said that, this Red Blackhand has made a lot of contributions to prove his worth. Using his professional skills as a warlock, Garuvik has picked up many loopholes of the Burning Legion. The specific method is to summon high-level demons and slaughter them Alternatively, it could open a portal to a world conquered by the Legion.

Over the past two years, Red's "contributions" include a large amount of magic iron and other high-grade metals that do not exist in Azeroth, the souls of more than a dozen lord-level demons, and nearly a hundred succubi... other demons are going to die, but succubus The devil wants to live, this is a fast-selling item, and it can be sold for a high price on the human nobles!Although the big boss does not allow him to engage in human trafficking, the devil's trafficking is acquiesced.

The most precious thing is the damaged core of a fel mecha. Although this thing appeared in the Battle of Quel'Thalas, it will self-destruct after being damaged, leaving no research Valuable accessories.This core is of great significance to the research and cracking of legion technology, so it was immediately sent to Blizzard's underground laboratory.

Thinking of this, Garluvik felt great admiration for the big boss. He was obviously plotting, but he was able to squeeze out the value of Red Blackhand by the way. He was simply a role model!

A flying golem landed, the loud propeller blades on its limbs were retracted one by one, and then a small green head popped out of the cockpit, "Your Excellency! We have eliminated all the murlocs around us, the intact Orc zombies, half-rotten orc zombies, and all rotten orc zombies! In addition, the entrance to the ruins has also been found, and the investigation is ongoing, and no danger has been found yet!"

The MacDonald Consortium has been recruiting a lot of people. Not long ago, it successfully hired the famous siege master Hesuo with a lot of money. This theoretically amphibious combat mecha is the result of him.

It's just that the siege master has some aesthetic problems. The main body of the flying golem is carved into a goblin face, which looks like a funny big-headed goblin overall.

"Good job, Drill!" Garouvik said weakly.

Not just this flying golem, there is a whole army of goblins scattered on Broken Beach at this time, armed with the most advanced ray rifles, infantry wearing goblin special braking power armor, spider walking tanks with firepower comparable to a squad of mages, and Dozens of flying golems, and a medium-sized fleet of mechanically powered warships in the bay behind him.

In fact, if it weren't for the limited load capacity of the transport ship, Garuvik would have liked to bring Heisuo's latest masterpiece, the Steel Battle Scorpion.Isaacs didn't hide it from him, and told him clearly what was under the island. Therefore, not only did Garluvik not show the slightest greed, but he was extremely worried about his own life.

"Have you found the entrance yet?" Red's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Garuvik, "Your Excellency, I think we can enter immediately, Gul'dan has been here before, I am at least in the first half of this ruins There is no danger."

He was impatient.

In Red's heart, he didn't feel that he was any worse than Gul'dan, and even thought he would do better than him. The failure in Kalimdor was only due to various unpredictable emergencies, if not The traitor Draxul, if Cho'gall hadn't suddenly "resurrected from the dead"...

What's more, Gul'dan also failed. He was seized by Orgrim during the Second War and had to be driven like a dog by the chieftain of Doomhammer.

Gul'dan would die here, but he, Rend, would succeed in gaining the power of Sargeras.

It was with such an unshakable belief that Reid had to convince himself before he could carry out the next plan.

"Then let's go and have a look first." Garuvik said casually.

As a trade lord, he naturally wouldn't condescend to walk on foot in person. His car, the plus-style Void Nirvana Mech with an incomparably cool name and shape, was right behind him at this moment, standing beside the two troll bodyguards. With help, he sat in the cockpit.

He felt that the cockpit was a little narrower, and he felt that he must have gained weight again. It seemed that he had to consider losing weight after returning.

"Forward!" Garuvik waved his hand, his arrogance leaking out.

Hundreds of goblin infantry, plus two spider tanks, escorted the trade lord sneaking aggressively. People who didn't know thought they were going to slay dragons or do something very dangerous.

The entrance of the ruins is not far from the coastline, and there are obvious traces of blasting. Obviously, the definition of "entrance" here was given not long ago.

"This shouldn't be the only entrance, but it's the one closest to us." The flying golem hovered in mid-air, and the drill stuck its head out and said flatteringly to Garuvik.

Garuvik glanced at the entrance. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, but there was an eerie feeling.

He subconsciously swallowed and smeared it. The plus-style Void Annihilation Mecha obviously couldn't enter such a small place, which meant that the life-saving equipment he spent hundreds of thousands of gold coins on it would have no effect... …

hell!I don't want to go into this kind of ghost place!This place is buried with Sargeras!Lord of the Burning Legion!Dark Titan!Sargeras!
Garuvik's heart roared.

He felt that he would turn around under the nose of that kind of existence only after he had the guts of a bear and a leopard. Facing a worldwide enemy like the Burning Legion, the goblins were more than happy to provide the allies with a price that was slightly higher than the cost. Materials, but if you want them to fight the devil, there is no way!

Even if the big boss personally gave him the holy shield activation crystal and a "hearthstone" that could be teleported back to his luxurious villa in just a few seconds, he would never let his life be threatened in the slightest!

Having made up his mind, Garuvik looked at the goblin guards. These are his right-hand men. If it weren't for his cronies, it would be impossible to distribute the new ray gun and power armor. After buying this batch of equipment, Garuvik didn't sleep well for three days with heartache.

"Spanners, bolts, and hammers." He called the names of the leaders, "Ahem, take your own people and follow Mr. Blackhand into the ruins, and bring that treasure out."

Red looked over in surprise, could it be that he gained the trust of this greedy and cunning guy because of his previous actions?
No matter what the reason is, it would be in his interest for Garuvik not to follow him personally. Reid was sure that although this pot-bellied trade king seemed to have no fighting power, he was extremely shrewd and cunning, and he must carry high-level magic items with him. Therefore, it cannot be underestimated.

The orc glanced at the goblin infantry, and suddenly said, "Exploring the ruins always requires some danger, and everyone needs to work together, so I ask these soldiers to obey my command."

That's overkill, but it's a reasonable request.

"What? Uh, of course." Garuvik rolled his eyes, and he immediately issued an order to his subordinates, "During the exploration, you take Mr. Blackhand as your commander, follow his command, and you must keep the goblin employees in mind." Rule number one."

"Don't worry, boss!" The dozens of goblin infantry responded one after another, all showing a clear look.

Goblin employee rule number one, a goblin will only ever work for whoever pays him.

(End of this chapter)