Inside Marin Noggenfogger's secret Booty Bay vault, a golden dragon head floats slowly.
The enormous dragon head resembled a wooden house, with wide-open eyes, curved horns, and a ferocious appearance.
War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago, both the Dragonkin and the Qiraji suffered losses, including the death of Bronze Dragonflight. This dragon head was purchased from the insectoids through secret channels.
In order to avoid being detected by the Bronze Dragonflight, a sealing Magic Circle was created by Dalaran Mages at a high price, preventing the aura from leaking out.
"My most precious treasure."
Marin Noggenfogger's gaze burned with fervor; he was utterly obsessed with the Bronze Dragonflight and captivated by Dragonkin power.
The aura of the dragon's head far surpasses that of scaled or nail-like creatures; once this seal is broken, the aura of the Bronze Dragonflight could permeate the entire Gadgetzan.
Then they successfully summoned the Bronze Dragonflight.
Marin Noggenfogger couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and tore off a small piece of scale from the bottom of the skull, feeling so heartbroken he could barely breathe.
With a quick glance, Marin Noggenfogger came up with a good idea.
Guarding the Hourglass of Time Shard are the Spellbreaker duo of Senior Advisors Valrego and Kelage, Archmage Khadgar's nemesis.
Golden Holy Light erupted from the fragments of the Hourglass, shooting straight up into the sky and maintaining the Holy Light shield that enveloped Gadgetzan.
Kelage sat to the side, dozing off out of boredom.
Valrego shook his head, stroked his chin, and asked in confusion:
"Strange, why do I feel an urge to praise the Holy Light?"
Kelage said in a deep voice, "You've absorbed too much Holy Light. Holy Light will make you stronger, but the price is that it will cloud your mind."
The two Ogres were too close to the Hourglass, and Valrego, unlike Kelage who was almost Magic Immunity, was inevitably affected by the Holy Light.
"There's always a way to solve this." Valrego, an ambitious and idealistic Ogre, was skeptical of everything. "Holy Light is just a form of energy; it can't possibly affect the human mind. The Army of the Light must have added something to it. Once we crack the mystery, the Holy Light can be used to our advantage."
Kelage looked up and said, "Then hurry up and find it. If you succeed, we'll go back to Draenor so we won't be bullied here. I hate these chattering green dwarves."
"You'll have to give me some time," Valrego replied with a yawn. "The Army of the Light has been conquering the universe for years and has a deep understanding of the Holy Light. They won't let us crack it so easily."
As the two were chatting casually, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted over, and a dozen or so Goblins, carrying bouquets of flowers, walked in with great joy.
"Enemy attack!" Kelage suddenly stood up.
"You're too tense," Valrego said, swallowing hard. "They're just a bunch of delicious female Goblins. Strange, why are they holding flowers? Is it some kind of special condiment?"
That being said, Imperator Mar'gok had warned them long ago that they dared not actually eat the Goblins.
The female Goblins quickly arrived, all dressed in brightly colored clothes. One of the tall female Goblins solemnly said:
"According to an ancient Gadgetzan tradition, before going into Battlefield, the most beautiful lady presents the most beautiful flowers to the bravest Warrior."
The Goblin was too short, barely reaching the Ogre's knees. Valrego bent down with difficulty to accept the flowers, looking somewhat at a loss.
"Warriors, thank you for fighting for Gadgetzan."
The Goblins bowed and turned to leave, but Valrego suddenly sensed something and called out to Goblin.
"Wait."
Valrego suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the female Goblin who was delivering flowers, and brought them to his nose to smell them carefully.
The female Goblin was terrified, her face turning pale and her whole body trembling. Thinking she was about to be eaten, she simply closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.
"What's this?"
Valrego removed a piece of jewelry from the female Goblin's neck; it appeared to be made of black jade.
The female Goblin hesitated for a moment, her face flushing slightly. Not daring to lie in front of the terrifying Ogre, she whispered:
"I went to the mayor's room last night; this was a gift from him."
Valrego smiled and said, "That's interesting, beautiful girl. Would you like to give this little gift to the bravest Warrior?"
The female Goblin nodded reluctantly.
After the female Goblins left, Kelage sneered, "This isn't like you at all, stealing from women."
Valrego looked at the unremarkable ornament in his hand. "Kelage, you're too insensitive to magical energy. Look at this!"
The surface disguise was crushed, revealing a tiny, golden scale.
Kelage exclaimed, "Could it be a dragon scale?"
Valrego said gravely, "I don't know what this means, but if we capture Marin Noggenfogger and interrogate him, we'll definitely get the truth out of him."
After listening quietly to the two reports, both heads fell into deep thought.
The Butcher nearby said, "Scales of Bronze Dragonflight, this is no coincidence."
Mar'gok waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, it's not the right time to turn against the Goblins. Let's use the scent of the scales to make contact with the Bronze Dragonflight."
After receiving the Butcher's advice, Mar'gok tried to contact the Bronze Dragonflight multiple times, but received no response. He hoped that the scale would be of some use.
As soon as the scale was placed before the Communication Crystal, the Caverns of Time responded immediately. The crystal lit up, and an image of Anachronos, Nozdormu's most trusted son, appeared before them, roaring angrily:
"These are An'erfeiya's scales, Ogres, what have you all done?"
"Who is An'erfeiya?" Mar'gok asked.
Anachronos glared at the Ogre, his anger blazing, and said, "An'erfeiya was a member of the Bronze Dragonflight. She died a thousand years ago at the Scarab Wall, and her body was taken by the insectoids."
"I'm sorry," Mar'gok said politely. "I truly don't know the origin of this scale. I've heard that the Bronze Dragonflight is a righteous and chivalrous force, the messengers of Justice in Azeroth. I hope to receive your help to lift the siege of Gadgetzan. Highmaul is willing to pay any price."
Anachronos's anger subsided slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said mockingly:
"You have shown Medivh enough respect. Bronze Dragonflight are no match for the Guardians. He allowed you to reside in Gadgetzan, and we will not interfere."
Seeing that the other party was about to extinguish the Communication Crystal, Mar'gok immediately said, "The Outland hold the treasures of the Gorian Empire, including many Titans Relics with incredible power. I know where they are buried and I am willing to offer them all to the Bronze Dragonflight."
Anachronos hesitated, then gently lowered his raised dragon claw, and after a long while said:
"Who knows if those Titans Relics are still around? To abandon principles and wage a pointless war for illusory items is not the style of the Bronze Dragonflight."
Mar'gok was crestfallen, thinking the negotiations had broken down.
Unexpectedly, Anachronos continued:
"The Bronze Dragonflight has some influence, acting as a mediator. What you need is a peace talk."
Mar'gok shook both of his heads together. "I know Khadgar; he will never give up."
Anachronos chuckled and said, "Khadgar is resourceful and a dangerous man. It's a pity his leader Chen Stormstout, is a fool. He was manipulated by Thrall in his early years and betrayed countless Pandaren. If you focus your attention on Chen Stormstout, there's a lot you can do."