What a terrifying monster this was! Faced with this colossal beast that stood between heaven and earth, Tandred almost lost all courage. The beast merely shook its body, and towering waves surged, causing the entire fleet to rock violently.
Tandred's vision blurred, but he gritted his teeth and said, "I will never surrender. The Kul Tiras navy has sworn an oath that they would rather die than serve the Orcs."
Wrathion paused for a moment, then said with slight displeasure, "My persuasion has failed. You cannot bear the cost of rejection. Die, you lowly humans."
The behemoth collapsed like a mountain, and the entire fleet was about to capsize.
At this critical moment, a soft light flashed, and the fleet vanished.
The fallen behemoth transformed into countless black sea serpents, larger than warships, but having lost their target, Wrathion frowned and vanished instantly.
This is the second time. Thrall, Jaina, Gallywix have come to understand Wrathion's character; when faced with danger, he will not hesitate to run away.
The ability to easily teleport an entire fleet is clearly not something an ordinary being could accomplish.
This made the group doubt Wrathion's true strength and they felt a slight contempt for him.
Faced with an unknown enemy, Jaina knew she was no match, but without hesitation she opened Portal, Thrall was the first to rush in.
"Wait for me, don't leave me behind."
After Jaina stepped through the Portal, Gallywix scrambled towards Portal, only to find it empty.
Gallywix got up in distress and climbed onto the deck with his head down.
The sea was calm. After the Kul Tiras fleet disappeared, the giant serpent formed by Wrathion from twisted sea creatures gradually dissipated until it vanished without a trace.
After waiting for quite a while, nothing unexpected happened. Instead, a group of Goblins from the Rustwater Cartel came out of the cabin and began to fawn over Gallywix, saying flattering things.
Gallywix suddenly felt a little smug, but unfortunately, he faced a dilemma.
Alternatively, he could lead his fleet to Rustwater Port in Azshara, but this would inevitably cause him to overshadow Wrathion and displease him.
Or they could simply abandon the fleet and let it drift at sea, but that would likely result in failure, and who knows what Wrathion would think.
"I might as well just die."
Gallywix plopped down on the deck, letting out a long sigh.
Suddenly, a head emerged from the sea, topped with two bull horns. It was Baine Bloodhoof. Gallywix recognized the newly appointed Tauren Chieftain and immediately showed delight.
Gallywix hurriedly sent several Goblins to help Baine climb onto the ship. Baine had been soaking in the seawater for a long time and was exhausted. Gallywix's warm hospitality deeply moved him.
Gallywix offered a forced compliment. "Warchief Baine, the great Savior Thrall has praised you more than once, saying you are a prudent leader and the wisest Warchief of the Tauren. It's a pity Garrosh is a mediocre man who doesn't recognize a true hero."
Baine was overjoyed, his bull-like eyes shining. Garrosh had only treated Baine like livestock, Baine had long since had enough. Gaining Thrall's appreciation, Baine was moved to tears, saying:
"Thank you, great Savior Thrall, I am willing to serve him."
Gallywix ordered food to be brought to him and said with feigned grievance, "Warchief Baine, I am but a lowly Goblin, insignificant and powerless to command such a vast fleet. Fortunately, I have met you. If you were willing to step forward, the entire fleet would be willing to obey you."
The simple-minded Baine, unaware of the trickery involved, was flattered and laughed heartily, saying, "It's a piece of cake. Leave it all to me. Anyone who dares to disobey, I'll kill him."
Gallywix was overjoyed and voluntarily relinquished command of the fleet, willingly serving as its second-in-command.
At Baine's command, the Rustwater Cartel's fleet sailed in a grand procession toward Rustwater Port, and a few days later, the fleet docked at Rustwater Port.
When the crew opened the cabin door, a foul odor wafted out.
Inside the airtight ship's hold, the Goblins were piled up like sardines in a can, living as if in purgatory. In just a few days, more than half of the Goblins died.
Gallywix didn't care at all; the Goblin's corpse was sent to the Slaughterhouse to be made into Tough Jerky.
Before the fleet could unload its cargo, Wrathion, Thrall, and Jaina appeared as expected, heading towards Gallywix with ill intent.
Gallywix quickly introduced Baine, explaining as fast as he could, "This is Chief Baine of Thunder Bluff. He helped me out of my most difficult time."
Baine scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
Wrathion smiled mysteriously, "Gallywix, you are clever, but unfortunately, you have the kind of cleverness I dislike the most. You originally had a life of luxury, enjoying wealth and honor, but now I've changed my mind. You will soon become a prisoner, suffering endless torment and hardship."
Gallywix swayed and nearly fainted; this Wrathion was too difficult to deal with.
Wrathion smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you still have some use, Thrall. Begin your performance."
Having survived a hellish journey, the Goblins, who had barely made it through, finally welcomed the lucky draw they had been waiting for.
Although there is only a one in a thousand chance, to be able to serve the Savior Thrall is such a great honor, it's like soaring to the heavens.
The Goblin commoners, dreaming of getting rich overnight, cherished this opportunity.
Gallywix walked onto the stage with a resentful expression, ready for the lottery ceremony.
The Savior Thrall, appeared just in time and deliberately asked Gallywix in surprise in front of everyone, "Butler, what exactly happened? Why was there such a strange lottery?"
Gallywix felt wronged, but had no choice but to follow the pre-arranged script:
"Great Savior Thrall, these are your slaves, but they have betrayed you. According to the rules of the Goblin race, they should be turned into Tough Jerky. I know you are merciful and kind, so I have prepared a lottery. One in a thousand lucky winners will become your servants."
"Shut up, you damned barbarian."
Thrall said with great sorrow:
"When did I ever say such a thing? As a great Savior, I possess a benevolent heart, I love this world, I love all life. In my view, all races are equal, there is no distinction between noble and lowly. Gallywix, why would you do such a thing?"
Gallywix wept bitterly, saying, "Great Savior Thrall, I was wrong; greed blinded my heart."
Thrall shook his head in disappointment. "Look what you've done! All my days of teaching have been wasted. How could you be so wicked as to Goblins into Tough Jerky? I hereby declare that the Goblins of the Kezan Isles are all free."
Having been saved, the goblins, having escaped death, Goblin gratitude and shouted the name of their great Savior.
Thrall waved his hand and said, "This is Rustwater Port in Azshara. Under my rule, Goblins and Orcs are equal. You are all my subjects, and you can have a rich and fulfilling life simply by working for me."
The Goblins were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and many of Goblin.
Thrall chuckled good-naturedly, his heart overflowing with joy. What use were dead Goblins? Only living Goblins could create value and be used to fight Garrosh.