"Why me?" Nissa was utterly terrified and asked involuntarily.
Rick shrugged and repeated Robbie's telepathic message: "Schisandra is an ancient secret medicine that requires the direct blood relatives of five Trade Princes. The younger the relative, the better the effect. The other four Trade Princes have already contributed their children, leaving only you. Trade Prince Marty only has you as his direct blood relative."
In fact, the authenticity of the Schisandra chinensis herb is highly questionable, since in ancient times Goblins were merely food raised by the Kezan Trolls, and there were no five Trade Princes.
Nissa was pale and her eyes were glazed over, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Rick looked around the lavish ball and said regretfully:
"This birthday banquet is actually your farewell banquet. I was Thrall Faction to check on the main potion's condition. Seeing you so energetic, I feel a little reluctant to part with you, but at the same time, I'm happy for the Savior."
"No, no, this can't be real!" Nissa's tears streamed down her face.
"This is a great honor, Nissa. The great Savior Thrall has fallen ill from exhaustion while saving Azeroth and desperately needs nourishment. You are qualified to be one of the five chief healers. Isn't this your long-held ideal?" Rick asked.
"I don't want to!" Nissa cried, clutching her head.
Rick revealed a cruel expression and said viciously:
"Nissa, countless Orcs sacrificed their precious lives to save Azeroth, and Thrall, the Savior, devoted Thrall tirelessly to the cause. For Azeroth, you should be prepared to sacrifice yourself. It's nothing, really. You will be slowly boiled in a large pot along with the other five main ingredients, while Shaman and Priests cast spells to sustain your lives, ensuring you remain alive even after being cooked. Then, Savior Thrall begin to taste your flesh and blood. After seven days, enduring endless pain and despair, you will have successfully Consecration everything for the Savior."
"Stop talking!" Nissa was so frightened that she turned pale and almost fainted.
Rick whispered in her ear, "Without experiencing pain and despair, how can you understand the greatness and compassion of Thrall, the Savior? Thrall's life advisor Eitrigg, has been waiting for a long time. Your father, for the sake of Azeroth, is more than willing to offer you to Thrall to devour. This is a great honor for Rustwater Port, Goblins will forever be proud of you."
"Father."
In despair Nissa clung to a last straw like a drowning person. "Yes, yes, I'm going to find my father. He won't abandon me. Father, save your poor daughter."
Nissa ran into the back room with tears streaming down her face, and the guests looked at each other, wondering what had happened.
Rick let out a long sigh, his face pale, and returned to Robbie's side.
"Is all of this true?" Rick asked in a low voice.
Robbie nodded. "Unfortunately, this is Nissa's Destiny, and the unavoidable choice of the five Trade Princes."
Rick, savoring the alluring scent emanating from Nissa, said with regret, "Such a beautiful woman, about to die."
Robbie coldly replied, "It's nothing. Goblins are born lowly, and you don't even know how to cherish yourselves. Tauren and Pandaren are food for Orcs, let alone you Goblins?"
Nissa hurriedly ran back to her room, dismissed all the servants, locked the door alone, and carefully opened her dressing box, taking out a green jewel.
It was Legion Orb! Robbie searched the entire mansion with the Eye of C'Thun, but overlooked the dressing case.
Nissa clumsily activated the Legion Orb, and a Goblin's face appeared inside.
This Goblin looked very young; it was none other than the vigorous and capable Trade Prince, Marty. The Legion had granted him a long life. Marty asked in a strong voice, "Daughter, what happened? Why are you crying? Who bullied you? I will tear them to pieces!"
"Father, are you going to offer me up to the Savior Thrall to eat?" Nissa asked, crying.
After a long silence, Marty finally said, "Savior is your Thrall; you should feel honored."
"No, no, Father, I don't want to die, please don't abandon me." Nissa cried uncontrollably.
Marty patiently persuaded her, "Listen, Nissa, Thrall is a great Savior. Without Thrall, Azeroth would be destroyed. Your actions are no different from those of the soldiers who sacrifice their lives on the Battlefield. You are all Consecration your lives for Azeroth. I am proud of you, my dear daughter."
Nissa knelt on the ground and pleaded with her father, "Please, Father, please let me live. You must have a way."
Marty sighed and said, "Thrall is a great Savior."
"No, he isn't," Nissa cried out in a shrill voice. "He's a cruel beast."
Nissa's answer surprised Marty, who said with relief:
"Daughter, I am very pleased that you have such extraordinary awareness. If you continue to blindly worship Thrall, I will support you and let Thrall devour you to fulfill your dream. A father is willing to give everything for his daughter's ideal. Now that you realize Thrall is a beast, I am also willing to help you escape this tragic Destiny, even if it means giving up this Trade Prince. Don't be afraid, wait a moment, I will save you."
The Legion Orb exploded with a snap and vanished without a trace.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door was violently kicked open.
Eitrigg burst in, grinning, "Nissa, it's time to go. Azeroth needs your salvation. Savior Thrall doesn't like the smell of Goblins, but for the sake of healing, he has no choice but to comply. It's your honor."
A group of Orcs guards rushed over and grabbed Nissa's limbs. To prevent Nissa from committing suicide, Eitrigg tore open a Magic Scroll, and white spider webs bound Nissa tightly, rendering her unable to move.
"The last ingredient is ready." Eitrigg laughed loudly, leading a dozen Orcs guards, and swaggered out of Marty's mansion.
The Goblin Rick followed curiously behind, wanting to see his beloved woman one last time.
A rumbling sound came, and a tall figure blocked Eitrigg and his group.
This is a Mo'arg Engineer, an engineer and scientist of the Burning Legion, one of the most intelligent individuals.
Most of his body has been transformed into machinery; his left eye has been replaced with an electronic eye; his left arm is a terrifying chainsaw; and his right hand extends dozens of long fingers with tools such as pliers, tweezers, welding torches, and scalpels at the tips.
Beside the Mo'arg Engineer was Prince Marty, the Trade Prince.
"Marty, are you really sure?" The Mo'arg Engineer ignored Eitrigg, as if the group of Orcs didn't exist.
Marty gazed greedily at his mansion, reluctant to part with his life of luxury. Finally, he sighed helplessly, "What kind of Trade Prince am I if I can't even protect my own daughter? I'd rather return to the Burning Legion and be a mere technician."
"That's right, Marty."
Mo'arg Engineer chuckled smugly, "Only in the Burning Legion can you truly shine. I'll help you get a promotion and a raise, along with annual leave and insurance. In the Legion, as long as you're willing to put in the effort, you're guaranteed to reap the rewards."
Then, the Mo'arg Engineer stared at Eitrigg and said with a grin, "This Orcs, please release the Legion Engineers's daughter. Note that I said 'please'."