The Shaman of the Earthen Ring were completely wiped out, even their control Magic Circle was destroyed. Wrathion, Thrall, and Jaina escaped, and Mount Kajaro could erupt at any moment.
Gallywix knew that the Kezan Isles were sitting on a powder keg, and escaping was the most important thing.
Having successfully subdued numerous Goblins, Gallywix arrived at the port in a grand procession, surrounded by his entourage. The Bilgewater Cartel had already prepared hundreds of ships of various sizes.
Gallywix eliminated the old, weak, sick, and disabled, leaving them to die on the Kezan Isles. In order to board the ship, all the Goblins signed a contract, indicating their willingness to give up all their wealth and become the Orcs' Tough Jerky. With the contract, they could participate in a lucky draw.
Although the Bilgewater Cartel had prepared enough ships, in order to transport even more wealth, Gallywix had a sudden inspiration: all the Goblins were wrapped in a blanket, tightly bound with ropes, and stacked together like sausages, making full use of every inch of space in the cabin.
Since they were just food, Gallywix didn't care about their lives.
The Bilgewater Cartel has a huge Slaughterhouse in Rustwater Port, Azshara. If all goes well, these Goblins shouldn't rot when they arrive in Rustwater Port.
Of course, even if it smells bad, it doesn't matter; it won't affect the taste of the Tough Jerky.
After a full day and night of work, with the cooperation of the Goblins, the fleet, laden with Goblin and Kezan Isles treasures, set sail.
Most of the wealth of the Kezan Isles fell into the hands of Gallywix, and all the Goblins became food. Gallywix couldn't help but feel smug.
Shortly after the fleet left the port, Gallywix suddenly realized a problem: the Kezan Isles were still under blockade by the Orgrimmar fleet.
According to the latest intelligence, Sylvanas led the Forsaken fleet to reinforce them and easily gained command of the fleet.
The Bilgewater Cartel's ships are all cargo ships, not a single warship. Gallywix' eyes lit up; this wasn't a problem. If all else failed, he could just pay a toll.
Just as Gallywix had predicted, the fleet was soon surrounded by the Forsaken fleet and the Orgrimmar fleet after leaving the port.
Gallywix, unconcerned, led a few trusted men aboard the Forsaken's flagship and personally negotiated with Sylvanas.
There was an unavoidable stench on the Forsaken's ship. Gallywix lit a cigar, puffed out smoke, and breathed much more easily, calmly watching Sylvanas.
"Your Majesty, there are five hundred ships here. How many ships would it take for you to allow them to pass?"
Sylvanas glanced at the chubby Goblin with surprise, then smiled knowingly. "I want them all, including you, little Goblin."
Gallywix raised an eyebrow, exhaled a smoke ring, and one of his confidants came to the ship's side and waved a flag at the nearest vessel.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion rang out, and the ship receiving the signal was turned into a Fireball. The seawater churned violently as if boiling, and the Forsaken's flagship rocked violently.
Sylvanas was startled, a slight smile playing on her lips as she re-examined the Goblin before her.
In order to maximize his own interests and gain the upper hand in negotiations, Gallywix planted bombs on all the cargo ships, seemingly unconcerned about a lose-lose situation.
Gallywix waved his hand dismissively and said:
"I was able to make these little devices when I was three years old, Your Majesty. You probably don't understand the Goblins. All Goblins are of unyielding integrity and are willing to die for their dignity. If you are not willing to gain nothing, I hope you will reconsider my proposal."
Sylvanas slightly raised her eyelids and smiled:
"Perhaps I can resurrect you as Forsaken, then you and your fleet will be mine. Before these ships explode, you will grovel at my feet and lick my toes."
Gallywix smirked, calmly turned his head, revealing the bomb behind his head.
"Dark Lady, do you recognize this bomb? Look, it's not a creation of Azeroth. Years ago, to gain Thrall's trust, I planted a bomb in the back of my head, but Thrall wasn't convinced and replaced it with a new one."
Sylvanas spotted a familiar symbol on the bomb and said cautiously:
"The Burning Legion's Fel Bomb."
Gallywix smiled bitterly, "A truly terrifying bomb, capable of shattering my soul and brain without harming those around me. You cannot resurrect me as Forsaken."
Sylvanas chuckled:
"You think I care? You and your fleet are either mine, or I suggest you watch a big fireworks display, you little Goblin. Your threats are meaningless."
Gallywix took a deep drag on his cigar and asked doubtfully, "Your Majesty, if Garrosh knew of your decision today, he would surely storm Undercity and grind you to dust."
Sylvanas squinted and smiled:
"Little Goblin, don't try to fathom the will of a great man with your petty cleverness. Orgrimmar will always be short of Tough Jerky, but unfortunately, I don't care about Garrosh's wrath. There are some things you just don't understand."
Gallywix felt slighted. If Garrosh were here, he would probably take more than half of the Goblins and transport them back to Orgrimmar to make them into Tough Jerky.
Unfortunately, they were facing Sylvanas.
Just as the negotiations reached a stalemate, a deep rumble came from afar.
Mount Kajaro erupted, but unlike typical volcanic eruptions, instead of endless smoke and dust, it spewed forth fiery red flames.
The raging flames spun rapidly, forming a pillar of fire that shot into the clouds. When the flames reached their highest point, they began to spread outwards, resembling a giant mushroom.
Rumble.
The second eruption was even more violent than the first; the crimson Flames shot higher and spun faster, gradually forming a human face at the top, sprouting arms, and looking down at the earth with disdain.
"Ragnaros, Firelord," Sylvanas said in a trembling voice.
The towering Firelord, his head perched above the clouds, Ragnaros as a suit of armor formed from primordial, inextinguishable fire flew out, covering most of Firelord body.
Gallywix was initially so frightened that he sat on the deck, thinking he was about to die, but upon seeing the armor, he couldn't help but reveal a greedy look.
Who would have thought that Mount Kajaro, instead of Titans cities, hides the armor of Ragnaros?
No wonder Wrathion is so interested in this volcano.
"Anger and destruction, let the Flames Flame everything!"
With a terrifying roar, Lava engulfed the Kezan Isles, and Ragnaros disappeared into the Lava.
It took Sylvanas a long while to recover from the earth-shattering shock. She looked at Gallywix with a mocking expression. "Little Goblin, you were scared just now. So you're afraid of death."
"I'm not afraid to die." Gallywix struggled to stand up, but his limbs were too weak; the Firelord had robbed him of all courage.
Sylvanas calmly replied, "Go back, little Goblin. I'll give you half a day to consider. Anyone who dares to stand in our way will die."
Gallywix was crestfallen; he knew he had lost, utterly and completely.
Gallywix couldn't help but sigh, realizing he wasn't really a big shot.