"Ridiculous! Is the technology of the Alliance so easy to steal? "The one who spoke was the boss of the goblin Rustwater Conglomerate, the Prince of Trade.
Sal never really believed this despicable goblin.
Garivex became the King of Trade by exploding, selling out his goods, or betraying everyone he knew. When Calero Volcano erupted, only Garivex had a refugee ship. He charged every refugee their life savings as a fee. Then he packed up every goblin in the upper class like sausages, ready to sell them as slaves.
The monster-like Garivex betrayed all his people for more almond coins.
During the Second Dark Portal War, he became the chairman of the Copper Street Joint Venture, a consultant of the Tinkerer's Alliance, an important goblin in the Trade Alliance, and the second richest person in the Rustwater Conglomerate. (He called himself)
After a few months of plotting, he killed the former King of Trade Marty at a banquet. Through various pretenses and small businesses, he owned most of the former's property in the Trade Alliance, stole the land under his name, and finally became the new King of Trade.
If the Alliance hadn't ruined all of this despicable guy's businesses and sealed off all his bloody ways to make money in the Alliance, he probably wouldn't have become the Alliance's mortal enemy and turned to the Horde.
In fact, although Sal disdained to steal the technology of the Alliance, he never stopped Garivex from sending people to steal technology from the Alliance.
Unfortunately, corpses hung from the walls of the Alliance's factories and research institutes from time to time, as well as Garivex's temper every once in a while, proved that the goblin leader's plans had failed again and again.
Duque had set up the Magic Net in every new technology research and development center and every major factory in the Alliance. Those soul guards who never needed to sleep monitored every corner of every important place in the Alliance through the Magic Net.
Except for no more than 20 gnome craftsmen, including Gerbin, no one in the entire Alliance had a complete set of new technology.
The most frightening thing was that the greatest inventor and leader of the Alliance's new technology happened to be Duke Marcus himself. If it was someone else, they might be able to cut off the Alliance's momentum through abduction or even assassination. But this scummy goblin leader would never be able to deal with a real demigod of Azeroth.
The Alliance could export a lot of products to the Horde, but they would not export any new technology that was close to the forefront of the Alliance's technology.
The gnomes, with their vile personalities, only had the ability to steal and modify. When it came to research and development, the gnomes were far superior to the gnomes.
For example, the Flying Battleships. Until now, the Gnomes had yet to create a Flying Battleship that could fly for 100 hours without any accidents. The Alliance had already begun to develop the third-generation propeller and Titan anti-gravity hybrid flying battleships.
Anyone with a brain would feel despair at this gap.
However, the group of Nagalan Orcs, who only had cold weapons in their minds and were close to primitive people, still had fanatical confidence. They firmly believed that if there was anything that one person couldn't solve, it could definitely be solved with 10,000 people.
If they couldn't win, it was only because they didn't have enough determination and not enough people had died.
Of course, in theory, once they started a war with the Alliance, as long as they used up the Alliance's ammunition with human lives, they could drag the Alliance into hand-to-hand combat, which the Beastmen were best at.
But … was this possible?
Coincidentally, at this critical juncture, the traditional Orcs, who were the mainstream of the tribe, issued the strongest voice of resistance so far.
If they didn't do anything, this sound would soon become the only melody in the tribe.
Sal felt a sense of sorrow that suffocated him.
At this moment, a messenger came, followed by a group of soldiers, each soldier holding a thick stack of report envelopes in his hand. Each envelope was marked with a blood-colored feather that represented urgency.
Sal's heart sank.
The changes in geological conditions that had occurred in various places due to the catastrophe were the results of the wyvern scouts' inspections.
And these reports were the tribe's losses.
Even if he didn't want to think about it, he knew that this was only the first wave.
"Put it down." Sal ordered a little dispiritedly.
Sal, Wojin, and even Varrock sat down together and read each report as quickly as possible. They marked the losses on the sand table map of the Chieftain's Hall.
After half a day, the result was shocking.
Since the day of the catastrophe, more than 100,000 tribespeople had died. Some died in the disaster, and more than 70% died under the raging elementals.
There were reports of patrols and garrisons being attacked everywhere, but with the weapons in the hands of the Orcs, it was difficult to cause any effective damage to the fire elemental creatures.
The Shaman was simply in short supply.
Sal finally made a decision to convene a small meeting of the leaders. The participants included the Troll leader Wojin, the Tauren chief Cain, the Forgotten leader Dranosh, the Prince of Trade Garivix, Sal's adviser, the old Orc warrior Eitrigg, and Garrus Hellscream.
"I think everyone knows what has happened to the tribe recently." Sal opened the meeting first.
Garrus crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of displeasure, "I know. The territory we conquered in the north was shamelessly stolen. The Alliance refused to share the spoils of war with the tribe. And the damn black lizard, Nesario, because of his personal hatred with the Dragon Guardian and the Alliance, launched a revenge on the entire planet, implicating the tribe. "
Wojin couldn't help but say, "Young man, don't talk nonsense! The evil ancient gods have never stopped conspiring to destroy the world! Whether there is an Alliance or not in this world, it will still … "
Sal interrupted the Troll chief, "Forget it, Wojin, we have more important things to deal with."
Dworkin gave Garrouche a death stare and finally fell silent.
Garrus snorted coldly and didn't even look at Wojin.
Their behavior gave Sal a big headache. However, Sal forcefully pulled the topic back. "The serious problem we are facing now cannot be solved by swords and axes alone. The earthquake shook every piece of land, and the elemental creatures wreaked havoc in the countryside. I heard our planet Azeroth, screaming in pain. If we don't solve this world-wide disaster, not to mention the Alliance Tribe, all the creatures on this planet will be finished. "
This topic was so heavy that even someone as arrogant as Garrusch fell silent.
Sal continued, "My spies have just received news that Magni Bronzebeard, the Bronzebeard King of the Iron Furnace Fort, decisively turned himself into a diamond man through the Earth Slate in order to pursue the power of a demigod. I think it is time for the tribe to make sacrifices and concessions. "
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