When the Wind Blows Away Eggshells, Wealth Brings Peace When Gone

For the great uproar in Suramar City, with the Highborne dissatisfied with spider mounts and wailing everywhere, His Majesty the God-Emperor would not explain the specific reasons behind it. He continued to stubbornly push for the status of giant spiders within the Night Empire.

If pressed too hard, Boss Hu would unleash his ultimate move.

"Am I the God-Emperor, or are you the God-Emperor?! Why ask so many questions?! Secrets are more beautiful! Just ride the damn thing!"

On Suramar's snack-stall street, His Majesty the God-Emperor, once again surrounded by mage gentlemen who had been camping out for him, delivered the above important speech. Everyone then scattered amid grumbling curses, forced to accept this cruel reality.

The Flame Giant Spider about to hit the market was unavoidable. As for smuggling triceratopses or thunder lizards from the neighboring Horde—don't even think about it. Not happening.

"What?! What's wrong with thunder lizards? You think thunder lizards are so amazing?! I just don't want one! I love spiders!"

Well... maybe it was also because they had no money.

Especially the Mighty Caravan Thunder Lizard. Even within Zandalar, that thing was an extraordinarily expensive luxury mount, practically the equivalent of a supercar. Even its first resale price within the Horde was outrageously high, and not many brothers could afford one easily. After all, even if you could buy it, feeding, housing, and caring for such a massive dinosaur every day would absolutely bankrupt you.

So forget about the price after smuggling one into the Alliance. Anyone who wanted to popularize those things on a large scale was completely insane.

So... their giant spiders were still better. There were plenty of them, they were affordable, they ran pretty fast, and they could even cast simple spells. Ah, that was the one—perfect for home, travel, murder,