Kezan. Recently, the major Goblin factions on Kezan had received a large number of orders from the Horde.
Gallywix, Trade Prince of the Bilgewater Cartel, lounged comfortably on a luxurious sofa. The various orders sent by Rend Blackhand, the Horde's new Warchief, had stretched his grin from ear to ear.
After Rend had visited Kezan once before, the Goblins of Kezan had come to regard him as a fat sheep. Every major Goblin faction had established some form of cooperation with him.
Now that Rend had become Warchief, the Horde's entire financial authority had fallen into his hands. That meant the Horde would have even more dealings with the Goblins. Thus, when Rend succeeded to the position, every major Goblin faction had sent representatives.
The moment Rend became Warchief, he sent over such an enormous order. Gallywix could practically see an endless sea of gold coins rushing toward him. He would become the richest Goblin in history.
However, Trade Prince Gallywix noticed that the Horde seemed suspicious of his goods. They had actually increased the penalty for failing to fulfill the contract.
Under any other circumstances, the cunning Trade Prince Gallywix might have suspected a trick. But he could never have anticipated that a crisis would nearly destroy the entirety of Kezan.
Foreman Dampwick stood at the harbor, constantly urging the workers on. "You lazy bastards! If you dare delay the Trade Prince's shipment, it'll come out of your wages! And you'll work for the Trade Prince for the rest of your lives!"
Under the employees' efforts, vast quantities of supplies were continuously loaded onto the Bilgewater Cartel's transport ships.
Meanwhile, in Deepholm beneath The Maelstrom, not far from Kezan, Deathwing's Elementium Ingot armor had reached the final stage of its installation.
"Pain!"
"Suffering!"
"My hatred burns in the abyss!"