"My lord, this Goblin woman is a gift for Thrall, Thrall Savior," Eitrigg explained, his eyes wide. "Azeroth needs Thrall's salvation, Thrall needs this woman for medicinal purposes."
"What a Savior, Thrall." The Mo'arg Engineer sneered. "Insignificant Orcs, you haven't realized the mistakes you've made, you haven't acknowledged your own worth."
The chainsaw on the Mo'arg Engineer's left arm flew out, and in an instant, all the Orcs were cut in half at the waist, lying on the ground howling in pain, including Eitrigg.
"Orcs aren't bright enough, you must pay the price." The Mo'arg Engineer, walked over and dismembered the Orcs one by one, arranging their internal organs in a neat and orderly fashion. His technique was so skillful that even when only a head remained, it was still alive, slowly dying in extreme fear and pain.
The Mo'arg Engineer rescued Nissa, Nissa rushed into her father's arms, staring in terror at the monster before her.
The Mo'arg Engineer picked up a few pieces of Eitrigg's ribs, and a wok and spatula appeared in his left hand. He quickly stir-fried a plate of fragrant Orcs meat and sprinkled it with various seasonings.
"My dear niece, come on, have a bite."
Nissa trembled with fear. Marty patted her daughter's shoulder and comforted her, "Be good, have a bite."
This is considered a pledge of allegiance; once they've eaten Eitrigg's flesh, Marty and his daughter will have no room for regret.
Marty took a piece of stir-fried meat, chewed it slowly, nodded, and then handed it to Nissa to try.
Nissa looked panicked, but she could only force herself to take a bite, and then she couldn't stop. The Mo'arg Engineer's cooking skills were extraordinary, far surpassing those of the backward Goblins.
Watching Nissa wolf down her food, Mo'arg Engineer nodded in satisfaction.
"Remember, my dear niece, you can eat Orcs flesh anytime you want, even the so-called Savior Thrall. It'll just mean your father's wages will be deducted for repairing Thrall. Our Burning Legion is at the very top of the cosmic food chain. Green-skinned Orcs are just the lowest quality ingredients, not worth mentioning. In comparison, Fel Orcs taste much better."
Something shattered in Nissa's eyes, leaving only a fierce determination. She clenched her fists and asked, "Is the great Savior merely food for the Burning Legion?"
"Who says otherwise?" Mo'arg Engineer pointed at Eitrigg's head and said, "This guy was Thrall's life advisor, a high-ranking figure among the Orcs. Killing him wouldn't be easy to explain and would affect my performance review. Just repairing him is enough."
The Mo'arg Engineer collected the Orcs's organs and bones, and with sutures and scalpels flying, they quickly pieced together a new body. Then they stitched Eitrigg's head back on and finally activated it with electricity.
"See, niece? All living beings are just slightly more complex machines. Once you learn my techniques, you can eat Thrall the Savior every day, then find other Orcs parts to stitch them back together. Nobody will blame you."
Nissa stared intently at the Mo'arg Engineer's actions, then nodded confidently, saying, "I should be able to do it."
Mo'arg Engineer laughed, "Marty, I think your daughter will also become a skilled technician."
Then, he turned to the terrified Eitrigg and said, "Eitrigg, you need to find new ingredients. Don't worry, there are countless Goblins in Rustwater Port who want to become the new Trade Prince. Good luck, my friend."
The Mo'arg Engineer left with Marty and his daughter, leaving only the pale-faced Eitrigg, adjusting to his newly stitched body. This new body used the organs and flesh of more than a dozen Orcs, and it was uncertain whether it would be effective.
Rick was secretly observing all of this, was making a difficult decision.
The Goblin race is accustomed to only caring about immediate interests. Although they have pledged allegiance to Robbie, a high-ranking member of the Burning Legion, Robbie's promises are clearly just empty words and may not actually be fulfilled.
And right now, there is a golden opportunity to become Trade Prince.
In Rick's view, Marty's decision to abandon the Trade Prince and choose to save his own daughter was a very foolish act.
The Trade Prince may lack dignity, but his luxurious life and the feeling of controlling the lives of thousands are unmatched by the Legion Engineers who toil daily.
Rick was very worried that he would be recognized and become a member of the Legion like Marty.
Becoming Trade Prince inevitably involves risks. Rick gritted his teeth, hastily lunged forward, and knelt before Eitrigg: "Noble Orcs, Rick, though unworthy, is willing to become the Trade Prince of Rustwater Port."
Eitrigg was startled. Looking at Rick's elaborate attire, he sensed that this Goblin was no ordinary person and asked, "Who are you?"
Rick was very clever; he knew how to leverage his connections. He explained, "My name is Rick, and I work for an agent of the Burning Legion, secretly investigating Trade Prince Marty. The Legion agent promised me the position of the new Trade Prince."
"A Legion agent?"
Having suffered this calamity, with all his men dead and himself reduced to this state, how could Eitrigg dare offend a Legion agent, much less verify the truth? He only had one worry. Eitrigg asked in a low voice:
"You're too young, you probably don't have any children yet, right? The great Savior needs nourishment, Azeroth needs saving."
Rick, prepared for this, replied, "I have a younger sister who is my only family."
"Very good!"
Eitrigg breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally report back. Otherwise, if he had angered Thrall, he would have been in deep trouble. His eyes darted around, Eitrigg thought that if he could seize the opportunity to control the Rustwater Port conglomerate, Thrall would be very happy. So he asked:
"Rick, Trade Prince isn't easy. Marty served the Burning Legion for many years to earn this position. Can your skills compare to Marty's?"
Rick shook his head, looking troubled.
Eitrigg nodded. "How about this, you serve Thrall for a few years. Thrall happens to need a financial advisor. After you've built up enough influence, you can rightfully become the Trade Prince of Rustwater Port. Of course, gaining Thrall's trust is up to you; I can only make the introduction."
Rick was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking to himself that he had made the right bet, and he seemed to see a broad road to becoming Trade Prince.
Eitrigg handed Rick a contract. "This is the contract to become Thrall's financial advisor. Sign your name on it, and I can take you to see Thrall. But your name is too ordinary; you need to think of something different, something that stands out."
Rick hesitated for a moment, then signed his new name at the bottom of the contract: Gallywix.
This Rick turned out to be the future trading tycoon Gallywix, something Robbie hadn't expected. After all, the skinny Rick was completely different from the later, plump Gallywix.
Robbie was secretly monitoring everything, casting a tracking spell on the Mo'arg Engineer. By following the traces left by the spell, he could find the Burning Legion's secret base.