Gallywix looked up, his small eyes watery.
Gallywix felt safe by Wrathion's side, and his mind gradually cleared.
"My lord, something's not right. Goblins would never have such courage. Even if you eat their flesh, they never resist. They're just food for the Orcs."
Wrathion's facial muscles twitched, then returned to normal. Pointing at the countless frenzied Goblins before him, he asked:
"So what's going on?"
Gallywix scratched his head and whispered:
"This world is full of unknown forces, such as the curse of the Old Gods, the Plague of the Scourge, and those damned Goblins must have been bewitched."
Wrathion nodded almost imperceptibly, chuckled, and said, "We've met our match, which makes it even more interesting. I enjoy this game."
Encouraged, Gallywix asked slyly, "Sir, how should we retaliate?"
Wrathion, with an air of confidence, said in a serious tone:
"From the very beginning, I was destined to be the winner of this game, little Goblin. As long as you don't leave this small area, you won't be in danger. I'm leaving this place to you for now."
Gallywix looked down at his feet, determined not to move an inch.
Wrathion seemed a little tired, yawned and said, "I'll go repair Thrall first. You stay here and keep an eye on the Goblins ' movements. I'll be back soon."
With a flash of light, Wrathion vanished from his spot.
The methods of the Harbinger were extraordinary. Gallywix had served Thrall for many years and was quite knowledgeable, yet he couldn't recognize what kind of magic it was.
But the tactics Wrathion used were all too familiar to Gallywix; he had clearly slipped away, leaving the mess for Gallywix to clean up.
This is the vision of a great person.
Gallywix was devastated; he had used similar tactics many times before, but he never expected to become a victim himself.
The Goblins swept through the Earthen Ring Shaman's camp and gathered near the crater.
Many Goblins were eager to jump into the crater, and the Fervor Lava seemed unable to deter their greed.
For some reason, the Goblins suddenly retreated, and two mysterious figures dressed in black robes stepped out from the crowd. Judging from their physiques, they were definitely not Goblins.
A mysterious figure was casting a spell near the crater, seemingly using some kind of reconnaissance magic.
"The city of Titans has not been found," the mysterious man said.
"Is it a complete lie? Or is it covered by unknown magic?" Another mysterious man asked doubtfully.
"Just ask someone in the know." The mysterious man turned around, his face covered by a black cloth, but he was clearly looking at Gallywix.
Gallywix's legs went weak with fear; Wrathion's magic was unreliable.
Two mysterious figures approached Gallywix. One of them stepped onto the ground, and something seemed to shatter. Goblins turned their gazes toward Gallywix.
Gallywix sat down on the ground in fright, sweat streaming down his face. A mysterious voice, hoarse, said, "This Goblin is one of Thrall's men; he's extremely cunning. Don't believe him."
Another mysterious figure said, "I have a way to make him tell the truth."
The mysterious man grabbed Gallywix' head, his face covered by a black cloth, and stared into his eyes.
Gallywix felt a chill creep down his spine, darkness enveloped him, and a sense of helplessness and despair washed over him. Loneliness, isolation, resentment, and deep fear completely shattered his facade, and he stammered incoherently:
"I told you, I told you, there is no such thing as Titans City."
Another mysterious figure said, "I knew it, we made a wasted trip."
The mysterious figure from before said, "No, our Goblin wasn't in vain. Goblins are creatures that reproduce at an astonishing rate; they are timid and cowardly, making them very suitable for domestication. Perhaps there's a way to change the Destiny of the Pandaren."
The two mysterious figures whispered amongst themselves as they hurried down the mountain.
After they disappeared, thousands of Goblins instantly lost their courage. Exhaustion from the journey overwhelmed them, and the Goblins groaned and collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated.
"Oh my god, this is Mount Kajaro, I'm going to die."
Why am I here? What happened?
"I'm scared, someone please save me."
A cleverer Goblin suddenly shouted:
"Don't you remember? We wounded the great Savior Thrall."
The stone stirred up a thousand waves. After a brief period of panic, the Goblins wailed and wept bitterly.
"Great Savior, I was wrong."
"Please, Savior, spare my life! Don't eat me!"
"Savior, please listen to me. We were merely misled; it's not our fault."
Gallywix was secretly pleased; this was a cowardly and weak Goblin, terrified of Orcs. His eyes darted around, and Gallywix knew his chance had come.
Gallywix stood up and proclaimed loudly, "You lowly Goblins, I am the advisor to Savior, Thrall Savior, the great Gallywix! Do you know your sins?"
Many Goblins recognized Gallywix and immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy and weeping, "Lord Gallywix, please save us! We beg you to speak a few kind words to the Savior and forgive our sins!"
Gallywix jumped up and cursed viciously:
"The great Savior Thrall is invincible. The wounded are merely insignificant illusions of the Savior. You who have committed such crimes are the scum of Azeroth, a disgrace to the Goblin race. You have made enemies of all of Azeroth, and your crimes are unforgivable."
Gallywix's intimidation was effective; the Goblins all knelt on the ground, kowtowing loudly, their foreheads bleeding profusely, yet they dared not stop.
A Goblin grabbed Gallywix's trouser leg, tears streaming down his face, and cried, "Lord Gallywix, you must do us justice! Please help us!"
Gallywix kicked the goblin in front of him to the Goblin and roared in disgust:
"Do you know what you've done? Mount Kajaro is about to erupt, threatening to engulf the entire Kezan Isles. It was the Savior Thrall who led the Shaman of the Earthen Ring to stop the gushing Lava. The great Savior Thrall Consecration everything for this world, yet you listened to these treacherous rumors and repaid kindness with enmity. Now the volcano is about to erupt, and you will all die."
Upon hearing this, the Goblins cried even harder, many of Goblin and bowing their heads in deep regret.
Gallywix was overjoyed. He knew that a cheap lie couldn't fool all the Goblins; the Goblins only accepted the lie because of their fear of the Orcs.
"There's only one way to survive," Gallywix shouted.
The Goblins stopped crying almost simultaneously, their eyes fixed eagerly on Gallywix.
Gallywix waved his hand and said, "I will turn you into rations for the Orcs and send you to the great Savior Thrall atonement. This is your only chance for redemption."
If truly pushed to the brink, even a cowardly Goblin might rebel.
Changing the subject abruptly, Gallywix smiled slyly:
"I will hold a lottery, and one lucky person out of a thousand will be honored to serve the great Savior Thrall alongside me."
Before the words were even finished, the Goblins erupted in cheers, many of Goblin moved that tears welled up in their eyes as they shouted Thrall's name.
Gallywix was smug, feeling like he was a big shot now.