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Allerick Hawkkins walked back and forth in his secret room, or an external consciousness controlled the body of the Death Killer. His pace, if connected, was a balance, tilted left and right as he moved.

He is weighing the pros and cons. The task assigned to him by Saren Singer has not been completed. That is to say, he will disappoint the tribe's chief. Without the support of the tribe, he will not be able to control the Forgotten. Unless he can know the whereabouts of the Withered One.

He attempted to overcome the difficulty of Belmont. From the actual situation, only Belmont seemed to have some hope among the three people who knew where Nathanos was. Merriel was difficult to approach the other two, and he was a powerful mage who was easy to expose all disguises. As for the Twilight Dragon, "Aleric" could not even think about it. He could only be glad that Azerchion was not in the Forgotten City, and the whereabouts of the dragon remained unknown.

The remaining Belmont disappointed him. The leader of the Blade was so loyal. When Nathanos left, he should have told him not to tell anyone where he went, so Belmont would not reveal a word no matter what. If he continued to touch indirectly, "Aleric" was worried that he would be suspected.

What should I do? How can I obtain Nathanos' whereabouts?

The Death Killer stopped, stopping in the middle. Why do you have to know the answer to this question? Isn't it enough to make the tribe believe that Nathanos will not interfere with their plans? As long as he moves fast enough, when he takes over the power of the Forgotten, what can he do if the Withered comes back?

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As a neutral city, Ratchet City is also a city built on trade and profits, and welcomes members of all races. Some of these trades are legal, while others are not so legal. By cooperating with Treasure Bay, Ratchet City imports goods from Azeroth and exports goods from Kalimdor, such a transaction relationship has made both parties profitable. For adventurers who want to make money, Ratchet City has a lot of opportunities.

Moreover, since the Battle of Theramore, Ratchet City has become even busier.

From the map, Ratchet City happens to be on the southernmost border of Durotal and is also the closest port to Theramore. Now that Theramore is gone, it has become the only port.

The Alliance has no reliable ports in the south of Kalimdo, which is very deadly for some merchants. Fortunately, the goblin, a race that is not accepted by most people, perfectly solved the problem. They provided a service for ships to dock, but the fees charged slightly higher.

If Ghazrouve had rarely returned to his own city in the past, the great chief was still Thrall at that time. Now it was different. The tribe had undergone a turbulent change. The new chief was eager for war, which meant that everyone had to choose whether to be loyal to the tribe or the opposite of the tribe.

Compared to making decisions, Gazrouve is more willing to maintain his business. If he is loyal to Hellscream, he will become an enemy of the alliance, and at least he will lose half of his customers on the road to trade.

Fortunately, after the Battle of Theramore, some merchants from the Alliance and the Eastern Kingdoms still chose to believe him. Not to mention anything else, the neutral attitude that Ratchet City has always pursued has been recognized by many people.

Faced with the disputes on the mainland, we always stand by and watch. Because of this, the city is filled with visitors from all kinds of different races: elves, dwarves, humans, trolls and ogres, and occasionally two or three dwarfs can be seen. This place can be called the Grand Bazaar of Kalimdor. Seeing the mutual trade between different races is also a major hobby of Gazrove, whether it is the food sold by humans to elves or the jewelry sold by elves to humans...

Recalling these, Gazrove suddenly realized that there were no orcs in the city recently. He had heard of the conscription issued by Hellscream for a long time that all members of the tribe must undergo fighting training against the alliance.

"It's crazy. The trade of the tribe is completely helpless." Gazrove cursed inwardly. He said this not because no one in the tribe is willing to fight for gold coins anymore, but because this beauty was controlled by a greedy and shameless guy. Prince of Trade Gary Vicks. When he thought of him, Gazrove felt a little numb.

"Boss!" The office door was pushed open suddenly and hit the wall with a "bang". Gazrove was startled and looked at it. His assistant Scarlett stood in front of him panting.

"Scarkit, I've said it many times. Be gentle when you come in, and my door will be replaced in a few days."

The assistant raised one hand to apologize. He seemed to have just experienced a marathon and needed a reward for a glass of water. Gazrouve sighed and kindly poured him a glass. Looking at the assistant's hurrying look, he probably had something wrong.

"What happened?" Gazrove asked as he saw the water in the cup bottom.

Scarcket shook his head tiredly. "There's a mess, boss. Someone has started arguing. You have to go and see it yourself this time."

Ratchet City has always been a little uneasy. Especially in the alliance, the friction between tribes is constantly constant. Gazrove has long been used to it. He has always been very confident in his ability to communicate and deal with things. Ratchet City is a neutral port, and goblins have never taken sides, so he recruited many security guards and thugs in the city, mediating in words first. If it really doesn't work, he will forcefully pull away the guys who make trouble.

"My man, haven't I taught you how to mediate disputes? I'll persuade you with kind words, guns, fists, and anyway, you can calm down the situation, as long as you don't die."

"No, this time it's not that simple, the previous method doesn't work."

Gazluvi was stunned for a moment. The conflicts that broke out in Ratchet City were at most fierce quarrels or fists. Have there been different times?

"You have to go and see it myself." Scarkey said once.

"I hope you're not wasting my time." Gazrove complained, saying that, but he knew in his heart that Scarkey would not act so panicked for no reason, and maybe it was really a big trouble.

They came to the north of the Ratchet City Pier, where there were twenty berths in total. Gazrove saw that three quarters of the berths were full and everything was fine. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The warm sunshine shone on his green cheeks, and his body gradually became warmer. Maybe today would be a peaceful day.

After a while, in just a few minutes, this thought disappeared like the sun suddenly covered by dark clouds in the sky.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the pier plank road, he heard something arguing, and his words were fierce. There was also a large crowd of onlookers. Mazekolank was very reluctant to see this scene. Because in war days where gunpowder smelled, fierce quarrels usually ended in violence.

He approached a little more. He thought that it was the Alliance and the Tribe who should be arguing about a boat stop. But the clearer the noise, the more something was wrong with Gazrove. He looked back at Scarkey. The assistant shrugged unhelpfully.

"Damn it." Gazrove said, one of the voices in the crowd hoarse and harsh. Gazrove recognized who the voice belonged to - the Forgotten.

No wonder Scarcket said this time the situation was different. Because the Forsaken never made trouble in Ratchet City, they always took a step back on the verge of a quarrel.

"Go aside, get out of here, boss Gazluvi is here."

All the sounds came to an abrupt end, and the crowd made way for Gazrove.

The goblin looked up to see the two sides who were yelling. One of them he recognized was Hakel, the captain of the Forgotten Witherer, who was a regular customer of Ratchet City, with a full reputation. The other, Gazrove frowned, was a human who could not see anything except swearing on his face.

Who is this guy?

"Guys, my city is for business, not for you to talk. Scarckett, what exactly happened here?"

The assistant whispered in his ear: "Boss, Hacker needs a batch of crude copper mines produced by burning the plains, and that person is the seller."

Gazrouve nodded, there was always trade between the Forsaken and many races. Although they always buy cheap products at high prices, so what? Money is of no value to the dead.

"So are you quarreling about the price?" Gazrove hoped that, at least he was good at adjusting Shangli's relationship, but the murderous intent in Hakker's eyes told him that things were not that simple.

"Boss Gazluvi, please see his stuff!"

The goblin's head turned to the berth, and a human transport ship actually docked between the two berths. The ship's draft was very deep, indicating that the ship was stuffed with things. Gazrove saw a pile of earth and rocks as high as a hill, with the red scent of copper mines and some strange things, such as coal mines. Gazrove saw black.

He sighed. It seemed that today would not be peaceful.

Hacker stomped his feet hard and shouted, "You idiot who is lying with your eyes open! How dare you say that these are copper mines of high quality!"

"What can you do if you don't admit?" Humans then sarcastically said, "The money of dead people is full of rotten smell, and you can smell it when stuffed into your bag."

Then there was a burst of ridicule, from the crowd watching.

"I've had enough, why should I stand here and be insulted by a human?"

Only then did Gazrouve notice that Hakel had only dozens of crew members, and behind this human, there were at least hundreds of people on his ship.

A chill hit the back of the goblin's head.

"The undead covered in maggots! You are only worthy of..."

No matter what this human wanted to say, he lost the opportunity. Hakker suddenly threw him to the ground and pulled out the long sword from his waist. The two wrestled in a ball on the dock. Although Hakker was a woman and could not see any strength on her body, her fist hit the human like a storm.

Gazruvi was thinking about how to pull the two away, and then a bigger trouble appeared. A group of humans surrounded him and wanted to help the human who mocked Hakkel. But the Forsaken side was also very quick and he stepped forward to stop the guys without saying a word. The fight began. Gazruvi wanted to shout to let them stop, but he was collided one after another. The fight had nothing to do with him, so he was kicked out of the crowd by the first one.

Scarlett quickly helped him up.

"In the name of gold coins, this is my city. Scarkey, call the security guards over," said Gazrove.

The assistant followed the order and took out the signal gun. The red signal flare rose into the sky with the sound of fireworks.

Gazluvi shouted at the crowd: "Enough! Stop! Stop it immediately! Otherwise, you will be at your own risk, do you understand?"

Hakel, who was about to punch again, immediately stopped the strength in his hand and focused his eyes on Gazluvi. This goblin harmed her. The Forgotten was willing to accept the control of Ratchet City, but the humans who fought with her would not. She was knocked to the ground by the other party, and many of her compatriots were attacked like her. The Forgotten was not superior in terms of numbers and was almost suppressed soon.

"I said it, stop!" Gazrove exclaimed, but fortunately, the security personnel who saw the signal flare immediately gathered over. He is now able to deal with the chaos in front of him.

"Catch them!"

"He hit me first!" Due to the injury to his nose, the human voice sounded very strange.

Gazluvi ignored his words and was even angry at him. He said directly to the group of humans: "This is the territory of goblins. You have to listen to me in everything here. Do you understand? Now give you two choices, either stop immediately and surrender obediently; or my people will teach you how to do it with sticks and stun guns."

Scarkey stood behind, the boss was not bluffing, and he spoke and lowered his voice. He knew that if the human and his men continued to ignore his warnings and fight the Forgotten, the ogre security guards in Ratchett would make them pay.

The scene was quickly controlled. However, the Forgotten One suffered severe damage. Several undead fell to the ground and remained motionless. Some lost their arms and arms in chaos. Some of their chins were dislocated and drooped. Captain Hacker knelt on the ground in a daze, as if he was tortured by pain.

Gazluvi knew that it was her first move, but the main responsibility was not her. Although the Forgotten seemed to be the most dangerous type of people in Ratchet City, they adhered to the principle of not causing trouble and only doing transactions. Today is the first time.

The goblin boss walked over and saw the sign of breaking Hacker's arm. Maybe the next second was that he said with regret: "I'm really sorry, the Forgotten has always been a high-quality customer of Ratchet City."

"This is not over!"

Gazruvi was shocked. Hakel raised his head and glared at the human who had saved his life. "The Forgotten will make you pay the price!"
Chapter completed!