Dracula Shredwheel was a Goblin mage, but unfortunately his talent was limited. After studying in Dalaran for many years, he barely managed to leave the Mage Apprentice. Fortunately, his Goblin talent gave him a new mission, allowing him to shine in Dalaran.
When Dracula Shredwheel saw the gloomy-faced Warchief Vol'jin, he imagined a mountain of gold coins approaching him. No, it was a mountain of gold coins coming towards him, a dazzling display of light.
"Your Warchief, your humble servant Dracula is willing to serve you." Dracula Shredwheel respect, bowing deeply to conceal his barely suppressed greed.
Vol'jin was reluctant to deal with the mages of Dalaran, especially that cunning Goblin, but he had no choice. Although Dracula Shredwheel Destruction was more expensive, it had a good reputation.
When Saurfang the Great attacked Icecrown Citadel aboard Orgrim's Hammer, he bribed the mages of Dalaran to ensure his safe retreat. The trader at that time was none other than Dracula Shredwheel.
During the Cataclysm, Thrall and Agna's wedding at Mount Hyjal went awry, and Thrall was kidnapped by Fandral Staghelm in full view of everyone.
Thanks to the safety service provided by Dracula Shredwheel, Thrall was successfully rescued.
Given the illustrious status of Vol'jin and Saurfang the Great, they would undoubtedly have many mage Followers around them.
However, the Followers around you are not necessarily reliable. Betrayal and betrayal are never uncommon. A leader must consider the safest way to save his life.
The services provided by the Dalaran Mages are clearly more reliable; which leader doesn't value their own life?
Vol'jin coughed and said solemnly, "I am the great Warchief Vol'jin of the Horde. The spirits have bestowed upon me a new mission. When necessary, I must leave Orgrimmar and fight for Azeroth."
Dracula secretly admired the way the escape was described in such a refined and elegant way; he truly lived up to the Warchief Vol'jin.
"I represent the Horde, the Horde is my family. The Darkspear Horde will never perish, and we swear to give our lives for Azeroth." Vol'jin looked at the bowed Goblin and added again.
Dracula Shredwheel said politely, "Your Warchief, I greatly admire your greatness. We Goblins are members of the Horde; we depend on each other. Of course, I will offer you the most sincere price."
Slowly raising his head, Dracula spoke in the most humble tone:
"According to Dalaran's pricing, teleportation services are priced based on distance, ranging from fifty to five hundred gold coins. As the Warchief of the Horde, a person of high status, we must dispatch our most professional personnel to provide the highest quality service, ensuring a flawless experience. A single teleportation costs five thousand gold coins, and you can choose your destination, as long as it's not a dangerous area. You can bring up to fifty followers, each carrying no more than their own weight. Of course, the more gold coins and other valuables the better; there's no limit, and we'll only take a ten percent service fee."
Vol'jin stared in surprise at the diminutive Goblin, secretly amazed. The price was incredibly reasonable; he had been prepared for the other party to ask for an exorbitant price.
A Horde Warchief's wealth is in the tens of millions, scattered across various places. Some of this Wealth is used for necessary investments, while some is buried in places known only to him.
Even if Dracula extorted five million gold coins, it wouldn't be much. Are the Goblins ' greed just Legendary?
"Make a deal."
Five thousand gold coins was nothing more than the cost of hosting a banquet in Vol'jin's eyes. He wouldn't haggle with a Goblin over such a small amount of money; it would be beneath his dignity.
The two quickly signed the contract, and Vol'jin readily paid the full amount, thus leaving himself a way out.
"Your Warchief, Dalaran offers more than just teleportation and bodyguard services. The mages of Dalaran truly excel at research and decryption, and we have recently made a major breakthrough that you will surely find very interesting."
Although the little Goblin was sincere, he couldn't hide his smugness. Vol'jin was initially quite impatient, but considering that the two sides had just reached an agreement, he casually asked, "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"We've found a way to kill the Undead Tauren."
"What?"
Vol'jin jumped to his feet. The news was so shocking that he trembled with excitement and could barely contain himself.
If there were any other way, even a slim chance of survival, would Vol'jin willingly abandon his position as Warchief and flee?
Dracula smiled and waited for Vol'jin to ask his question.
"How many gold coins?" Vol'jin asked emphatically.
"Fifty million gold coins, no bargaining."
Dracula Shredwheel smile, replied.
Fifty million gold coins may sound like a huge sum, but for a war that concerns the survival of a race, it's quite a bargain. Moreover, this amount of gold doesn't need to come from Vol'jin; it can be entirely drawn from Orgrimmar's treasury.
Vol'jin only needed results, and Dracula quickly dispelled Vol'jin's concerns by providing the relevant formula and even an Undead Tauren officer for Vol'jin to verify its authenticity.
The people of Orgrimmar were gripped by fear. Their terror of the Undead Tauren had finally coalesced into a powerful force of rebellion, which was brewing in the shadows. Everything was ready; all that remained was to force Vol'jin to surrender.
The only concern now is Vol'jin's powerful backing, after all, Vol'jin easily killed the arrogant Thrall.
Although this secret was only known to a select few, it was enough to make the rebel leaders hesitant to act rashly; they needed to test Vol'jin's true strength.
When Vol'jin reappeared, he was full of confidence, all his previous melancholy gone. He sat arrogantly on the throne of the Warchief, stroking his fangs.
The rebel leaders immediately changed their expressions and hurriedly signaled to their subordinates not to act rashly.
Vol'jin looked at the room full of generals, knowing that most of them were members of the resistance, the Betrayer who wanted to kill him.
But that's nothing anymore. As long as we come up with a way to defeat the Undead Tauren, they will soon become our Steadfast supporters.
The Orcs, who considered themselves noble, had no desire to become slaves or rations for the Tauren.
Vol'jin stood up, raised his hands to the sky, and praised with utmost devotion:
"I represent the Horde, I represent hope. I feel the restlessness of countless souls. We are the chosen ones. When Cairne Bloodhoof intended to destroy us, the spirits did not abandon us. I can prove to you that Cairne Bloodhoof can be defeated, and the Tauren will remain our sustenance."
Vol'jin's most loyal guards, a group of elite Darkspear Horde Trolls, escorted the Undead Tauren officer in.
He took a scimitar from the guard; it was a famous weapon called the Hotwind Scimitar.
Vol'jin, wielding his Hotwind Scimitar, slashed at the Tauren officer.
The wound had not healed, and the blood-red nematodes died as soon as they came into contact with the scimitar.
Many Orcs cried out in alarm.
Vol'jin then slashed the Tauren officer hundreds of times before cleanly beheading him. After a long wait, there was no sign of him resurrecting.
Sagulos Saurfang stepped forward and took the Hotwind Scimitar from Vol'jin's hand.
"This is an enchanted weapon, Flame. I see. Fire is the key to killing the Undead Tauren. Why didn't we think of that?"
The unexpected defeat and low morale caused them to neglect studying their opponents and fall into meaningless infighting.
Cairne Bloodhoof was annoyed; he had waited for several days but hadn't seen Orcs come out of the city to surrender.
The volatile Tauren Chieftain decided to launch an attack.