After Thrall's speech, the Goblins from the Kezan Isles avoided Destiny turned into Tough Jerky, but little did they know that their hellish ordeal was just beginning.
Aside from pardoning the Goblins' death sentences, Thrall didn't change anything; the Bilgewater Cartel, led by Gallywix, still controlled the Goblins ' lives and deaths.
Gallywix first ordered the Goblins to build high walls to prevent them from escaping, and then built a terrible prison to punish the Goblins who made mistakes with the most horrible punishments.
The greedy Gallywix was only interested in profit and had no regard for the lives of the Goblins. He used whips and branding irons to Goblins to do hard labor. They had less than four hours of rest each day and were fed coarse wheat bran, which was only enough to fill their stomachs.
Under the immensely heavy labor, within a few days, all the old, weak, sick, and disabled Goblins died of exhaustion, and even the Goblin young goblins became skin and bones. Finally, the Goblins, unable to bear it any longer, united and rebelled.
The cunning Gallywix knew how to handle the situation. He selected a small group of the stronger Goblins to form the Enforcement Guard, which was equipped with excellent weapons and armor. The Enforcement Guard suppressed the resistance in a brutal manner, and all the rebels were sent to the Slaughterhouse.
After suppressing one-third of the Goblins, the remaining Goblins obediently shut their mouths.
So the goblins, who dared not speak out against their anger, Goblin longed for the goodness of their Savior Thrall, hoping that Thrall would stand up and save them. Unfortunately, the Savior was always busy saving the world.
With the expansion of Rustwater Port, various Goblin factories were built, requiring a large number of Goblin slaves.
Unfortunately, the Goblins died too quickly from the excessive labor, and Gallywix soon found himself in dire straits. However, unwilling to let the Goblins slack off, he intensified his oppression.
Since entering Rustwater Port, Wrathion has been hiding in the Castle in the center of the harbor, busy with something. Gallywix passes by the Castle every day on his walk, wondering what kind of terrible experiments are being conducted there.
On this day, the Castle shook violently, and a terrifying aura spread throughout Rustwater Port. All the Goblins were so frightened that they lay prostrate on the ground, trembling with fear.
Gallywix was equally terrified, nearly passing out. It took him a while to slowly regain consciousness. He hurriedly got up, dusted himself off, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention.
A voice rang in Gallywix's ear; it was Wrathion, the man he feared most.
"Little Goblin, come to me quickly."
Gallywix rushed toward the Castle in the center of the harbor, went up the spiral staircase into the underground laboratory, and immediately gasped in shock.
The area beneath the Castle had been hollowed out at some point, revealing a cavern over a kilometer in diameter. In the center of the cavern stood a grotesque structure pieced together from the corpses of countless marine creatures.
Red slime bound the corpses together, and tentacles extended out, slowly wriggling as if they were alive.
Upon seeing this terrifying creation, Gallywix felt his head spinning and collapsed to the ground again, unable to get up.
Wrathion chuckled as he walked over, stepping on Gallywix's head and boasting, "Little Goblin, rejoice! What a magnificent magical creation this is!"
Gallywix's thoughts nearly stopped; it took him a long time to recover. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Look, look, witness the miracle of life," Wrathion said to himself.
The flesh-and-blood creature in the center of the cave writhed, and suddenly the slime cracked open, spitting out dozens of pale green eggs. The eggshells cracked, revealing the creature inside: a Goblin curled up in a ball, its chest rising and falling slightly, appearing to be alive.
Gallywix stared in disbelief, momentarily forgetting his fear, and asked, "What is this?"
"These are Oviparous Goblins," Wrathion said smugly. "They can produce ten thousand Goblins every day. Rustwater Port will never lack slaves again."
Gallywix's face lit up with delight, as this meant he could do whatever he wanted even more recklessly. Gallywix decided to further reduce rest time and halve the food provided.
Dozens of eggs cracked open, but the Goblins inside did not wake up.
Gallywix was puzzled, but dared not ask anything. Wrathion snorted coldly:
"The soul is the greatest secret of this universe. These Goblins have no souls, but it doesn't matter. None of the Goblins who died in Rustwater Port escaped their souls."
Gallywix's vision lost its color, turning into a black and white world. With the help of Wrathion, he temporarily gained the ability to communicate with spirits and see souls.
The world of spirits is completely different from the real world. In the center of the cave is a colossal creature with tens of thousands of tentacles, each of which grasps the soul of a Goblin.
At Wrathion's command, dozens of tentacles reached out and sent his soul into the sleeping Goblin's body. The scene flashed, and Gallywix returned to the real world.
The Goblin inside the eggshell gradually awoke, peeking out and looking around with fear and unease.
"Wasn't I already exhausted to death? Why am I still alive?" A Goblin looked at his hands.
A goblin scratched its head in Goblin and said in surprise, "I remember a huge rock smashed my head, so why am I still alive?"
A relatively robust Goblin recognized Gallywix, quickly broke free of its eggshell, knelt on the ground, and cried out, "Lord Gallywix, do justice for me! I died unjustly!"
This was a Goblin from the enforcement team who got drunk and accidentally fell into the sea and drowned.
Wrathion boasted, "What do you think of my works? They've risen from the dead, still possessing the memories of their past lives. You can oppress them to your heart's content; even death cannot free them from toil."
Gallywix beamed, feeling a surge of pleasure, and smiled obsequiously, "Thank you, Lord Wrathion. On behalf Goblin the goblin race, I will forever remember your kindness."
Wrathion chuckled, eyeing Gallywix with ill intent. "How could such an interesting experience be complete without you? I have an important experiment that requires your cooperation. You must experience repeated, gruesome deaths and resurrections, and record your observations."
Gallywix was terrified; he never expected his retribution to come so quickly.
"No, no, sir, I'm willing to find you a more suitable test subject," Gallywix pleaded, his face full of worry.
Wrathion's face hardened. "The experiments I'm conducting concern the safety of all of Azeroth. How can I use ordinary test subjects? Do you intend to refuse this great honor?"
"I'd love to, but," Gallywix racked his brains and managed to come up with a reason, "Rustwater Port can't do without me."
Wrathion said in an uncompromising tone, "The daily affairs of Rustwater Port will be handled by Jaina. Little Goblin, come with me and become my test subject. It's your honor."
In a corner of the cave is a door that leads to a hidden laboratory.
The space here is also very vast, with the walls covered with the Corpse of Dragons.
Wrathion said with intonation:
"I'm improving a potion called the Dragon Transformation Potion. Anyone who takes this potion can transform a Goblin into Dragon. However, this process involves unimaginable pain. Little Goblin, are you ready?"