"..." Everyone stared speechlessly at the goblin, who had sunk into his fantasies. They had no idea what mad notion had seized him, but remembering goblin habits, they all instinctively felt it could not be anything good.
In the end, goblin power came down to money and explosions. Every race in Azeroth had witnessed their greed. Their pursuit of money could even sway their souls, and Patrick had repeatedly maintained that a goblin's power of soul was gold coins.
Beyond that, goblins also researched all manner of engineering devices, most of which exploded. Take the once-famous Goblin Rocket Boots, for instance. Leaking oil would have been bad enough, but the damned things exploded, too. Wearing something like that was practically the perfect way to get yourself killed.
"Then how much time will you need to deal with the Stitching Grounds?" Patrick asked. This battle was crucial, and every part of the army had to coordinate precisely. "When we attack the Gates of Terror: Korialstrasz, and possibly the Misery Highlands as well, we must ensure that our flank remains unaffected."
"Trust me, Lord Cabrolon." Kaobokla's eyes remained curved into crescents. "Perhaps a single strike will suffice."
As he spoke, Kaobokla glanced at Korm Blackscar. After receiving a confirming look, his confidence swelled once more. He had already decided to use that trump card.
"Then have the troops stand by where they are. After all these major battles, let the soldiers rest a little, too."
Tirion said, "Have the mages, paladins, and priests clear an area. The land here is badly contaminated and needs cleansing."
"Perhaps the red dragons could do that job as well," Patrick reminded him. Red dragons possessed the strongest power of life. Wherever their flames had washed over the land, lush green grass grew, brimming with vitality. This