Praise be to the Holy Light.
With his personal guards Cyclops Twins, by his side, the Imperator Mar'gok climbed the city wall and carefully observed the army outside through the golden shield of Holy Light.
Khadgar was a strict disciplinarian; banners fluttered outside the city, and the camps stretched as far as the eye could see.
"I never imagined that my enemy would be Lightforging Orcs who was once a slave."
Mar'gok was deeply moved by the unpredictability of life. After carefully inspecting the defenses of the city walls and confirming that everything was in order, he returned to his residence with peace of mind.
"Greetings, Imperator Majesty." The Butcher was already waiting at Mar'gok's residence.
Mar'gok smiled bitterly, "I just saw Khadgar's army. They were imposing and powerful. He had nowhere else to turn but joined my ranks, and now he's become our greatest enemy."
The Butcher said expressionlessly, "I heard that the Holy Light's Gate in Theramore was sealed a few days ago, and Khadgar was involved. After all, he's not Ogre; his heart isn't with us."
Mar'gok said with some regret, "If only I had killed him myself. Now the army is besieging the city, and although we are protected by the Holy Light, I don't know when we will be able to escape."
The Butcher carefully looked around; seeing no one else, he stepped forward and whispered:
"The Imperator need not worry. As long as we persevere, Khadgar will surely retreat. I suspect he's even more anxious than we are."
"What do you mean?" the Imperator asked in surprise. He hadn't slept well these days; every time he closed his eyes, he saw the Lightforging Orcs invading Gadgetzan.
The Butcher said with a relaxed expression, "Gadgetzan's current status isn't due to a bunch of Goblins. In Azeroth, the strong are respected; how could a group of weak Goblins possibly protect such a vast Wealth?"
After this reminder, Mar'gok understood. "You mean the Caverns of Time, the Bronze Dragonflight."
The Butcher nodded. "Weak creatures always like to attach themselves to the strong. The Gadgetzan Goblins are backed by the Bronze Dragonflight. I just learned that the Goblins give most of their treasure to the Bronze Dragonflight. With the army besieging the city, Gadgetzan's business is affected, and the Bronze Dragonflight certainly won't stand idly by."
Margok wondered, "The army has been surrounded for so many days, why don't they take action to relieve the siege? Is it because?"
Slapping his forehead, Mar'gok deeply regretted it:
"How foolish of me! I entered Tanaris and completely forgot about the Bronze Dragonflight. I thought these powerful creatures were all otherworldly beings."
"It's not too late," the Butcher said. "As long as we offer a generous gift, the Bronze Dragonflight will definitely intervene. Khadgar wouldn't dare offend the Dragonkin."
Mar'gok's two heads pondered together, then said with difficulty, "But most of our treasure was given to Medivh as toll money, especially those precious Titans Relics; not a single one was left for us. What can we offer to persuade the Bronze Dragonflight?"
The Butcher grinned. "Our Titans Relics are gone, but they're still in Outland."
"Outland?"
Mar'gok's heart skipped a beat: Outland, the homeland of Ogres and Orcs, two worlds from different times, another Draenor.
Because Ner'zhul failed in his spell at the Black Temple, the entire world was torn apart and turned into a shattered planet. Fortunately, Nagrand, the Ogre's homeland, remained relatively intact.
The ruins of the ancient Gorian Empire lie buried in the dust of history, with an astonishing number of treasures lying silently deep underground.
Who knows the location of the treasure better Mar'gok, the person directly involved?
Mar'gok paced back and forth excitedly. "I immediately used Communication Magic to contact the Bronze Dragonflight. Only if we are still alive do they have a chance to find the Titans Relics in Outland."
The Butcher lowered his voice and said, "Imperator Majesty, establishing contact with the Bronze Dragonflight is crucial, but we must not be careless. Even the most fortified fortress can be easily breached from within."
"You mean those Goblins?" Mar'gok's face quickly darkened.
Mayor Marin Noggenfogger of Gadgetzan was extremely anxious. He hadn't slept since the army besieged the city, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was full of energy.
To maintain strict secrecy, the alchemy lab that produces Noggenfogger Elixir is located deep in the desert, in a secret hideout known only to him.
Marin Noggenfogger used forbidden dark magic to turn all the workers into Dark Puppets who could only survive by relying on Magic Crystals.
Without a supply of Magic Crystals, the Dark Puppets will decay and die, and it will take a long time to cultivate a new batch.
"I have to think of something."
In a secret basement, Maryn Noggenfogger activated Communication Crystal and secretly contacted Khadgar.
"Khadgar, I think we can talk. If you tear up that Insurance Policy, I'll give you a huge reward. There's a fertile piece of land outside Gadgetzan, backed by mountains and facing the sea, an excellent safe harbor. The deed is in my name. As long as you withdraw your troops, I'll immediately send someone to deliver the deed to you."
"Are you talking about the Southsea Pirate?" Khadgar asked with a sneer.
"Oh no, they're not Pirates, they're walking gold coins. Land and ports are yours, but if you capture Pirates and sell them into slavery, I'll take a cut—nine percent to you, nine to ten." Marin Noggenfogger in a businessman's tone.
"I have no interest in Pirates," Khadgar said meaningfully. "You should know what I want."
"Those damned Ogres!" Marin Noggenfogger jumped up in anger. "I shouldn't have coveted their Wealth! Among the gifts they gave me was a jar, supposedly some kind of celadon porcelain, over a thousand years old, priceless, but when I sent it to Stormwind City, nobody wanted it."
Khadgar remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was also very anxious, wondering when the Bronze Dragonflight would intervene.
"I'm only interested in whether they live or die; their bodies and Wealth are yours."
According to Khadgar's plan, he should have swiftly killed Mar'gok and his party, and then quickly withdrew his troops.
Dragonkin are known for their lethargy and laziness; by the time they realized what was happening, Khadgar was already back in Orgrimmar.
However, they were delayed by the Holy Light shield.
Marin Noggenfogger roared, his eyes red, "I really want to hand over this bunch of Ogres to you in exchange for that Insurance Policy, but I'm no match for them."
Khadgar said casually, "All you need to do is destroy the Holy Light shield."
"That's impossible. The Hourglass of Time Shard are protected day and night," Marin Noggenfogger shook his head.
Khadgar took a deep breath. "You're the mayor of Gadgetzan, and you have close ties with the Bronze Dragonflight. Don't you have their scales, claws, or anything like that?"
Seeing the Goblin's confused expression, Khadgar patiently explained, "The Hourglass of Time is a creation of the Bronze Dragonflight; it will be disturbed whenever the Bronze Dragonflight's aura gets close."
Marin Noggenfogger stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, and said:
"I have a close relationship with the Bronze Dragonflight, how could I have their things? I've thought of a great way to destroy the Holy Light Shield without anyone noticing. Wait for my good news."
The Communication Crystal was switched off. Khadgar chuckled and muttered, "Cunning Goblin."
Beside him, Carl Thornrib, the leader of the Quilboar, asked, "Can the scales and nails of the Bronze Dragonflight really interfere with the Hourglass of Time Shard?"
Khadgar shrugged. "Who knows? I was just stirring things up. If the Goblins are slaughtered, the Bronze Dragonflight will have no choice but to side with us."