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  After thawing, this guy sat tremblingly on the chair that Charlemagne kindly provided him, and he already knew everything about the inquiries from the three big men opposite him.

  Charlemagne's seemingly good intentions were actually a means of rectification, which made the unscrupulous green skin immediately surrender, and he told his identity and true purpose in detail.

   "I'm Gary Darbz, I just wanted to see the oil fields of the Steamwheedle Consortium..."

  Charlemagne pulled out Solidar from behind, pointed at Garridabz and said coldly, "It's the oil field of the ancient oath! If you make a mistake again, I'll shoot an arrow into your big nostril!"

   "No! That's me..." Seeing that the arrow in Charlemagne's hand was about to fly out, Gary Dabz finally gave in, and he said mournfully, "Okay, okay, it's the oil field of the ancient oath..."

   "I originally planned to take a self-made aircraft to see the oil field with my own eyes, and investigate whether there is still the possibility of taking back... who would have thought that I would encounter..."

  Garridabz glanced at Charlemagne timidly, obviously completely frightened by the endless tricks of the regent.

Charlemagne crossed his arms and looked down at Gary Dabz with his height advantage and said, "Don't even think about the Lakali Oil Marsh. This is an unowned oil field, and you have never announced that the oil field will be owned by Resha The consortium, vowing to occupy this place is justified."

  Garridabz said regretfully, "It's all the idiot directors' fault! I said a long time ago that I would send people to exploit the oil fields in advance, but they are always afraid that the exposure of the role of oil will attract other races to covet..."

"Ah…"

Charlemagne sneered, "Do you really think that the role of oil can be defended? Not to mention that the draenei in the oath and your group of compatriots who are open to money are the dwarves of the alliance. Just give them a little time to study samples, you Do you think they can't figure out the value of oil?"

Hearing Charlemagne mention the dwarves, Garridabz jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted, "Those damned dwarves! Their technology is absolutely inferior to our goblins! Goblin engineering is the trend of future development." !"

Garald and Emeril turned up the dead fish at the same time and looked at the goblin waving his fists. Garald said angrily, "It's a future development trend. Let's talk about it after you can solve the inexplicable explosion of goblin engineering products." That's it."

  Emeril curled his lips in disdain, "The only goblin products you can trust are grenades that are supposed to explode. Sooner or later, other things will have fatal failures due to inexplicable explosions."

  Charlemagne finally spread his hands and jokingly concluded, "After all, goblin technology is shocking. How can it be shocking without an explosion?"

  Gnomes and goblins are the two races with the deepest engineering research in Azeroth today, and the engineering concepts of both sides are also incompatible.

   The things made by the gnomes are more oriented towards people's livelihood and entertainment. Although there will be some weird malfunctions...but at least they are not fatal.

  Goblin's engineering products are biased towards weapons, and they will explode at every turn, making them very unsafe to use.

  In the real world, it’s not like in the game. The explosion of an engineering product will at most cost you a little blood. If it really explodes during use... If you are unprepared, you’d better be prepared to lose your limbs.

  Garridabz originally just wanted to go for a ride on the weak Kepa uranium rocket that he had just assembled, and take a look at the current situation of the Racali Oil Marsh by the way, and assess whether there is still a chance to retake the oil field here.

   As a result, this sad guy was bumped into by Charlemagne who had just been teleported from the Sholazar Basin. He hurriedly activated the cloaking device and hid aside, wanting to wait for Charlemagne to leave and reappear. Who knows...

"so what?"

  Charlemagne leisurely took out the canned tea prepared by Alleria from the magic backpack and took a sip, "What are you going to do now? What you say next will directly affect how I deal with the Steamwheedle Consortium."

"that…"

  Garridabz asked hesitantly, "The genocide that His Excellency the Regent just said was a joke, right?"

   "Ah, you said that?"

  Charlemagne tilted his head and thought for a while, and said with a bright smile on his face, "Half and half, I really don't like the goblins, the three races with no reputation, integrity, and vision."

"If you really want to gather all the goblin consortia...Although I don't like to cause too many murders, in order to help Azeroth clear you hidden defectors, I have to dye my hands red, after all you goblins It has a criminal record."

   This is really not Charlemagne's random nonsense. Deathwing was beaten by Charlemagne in his hometown because his body was torn apart by the power of the dragon soul in ancient times.

  After that, he asked drogbar to help him build a solid metal armor, which fixed the Black Dragon King's body that was on the verge of collapse.

However, due to the insufficient material quality of this armor, Deathwing was lifted during the battle against Khadgar, Turalyon and others in Outland. His body collapsed again, so he had to abandon many plans in Outland and escape Azeroth hides to recuperate.

   Today, the fallen black dragon king is still hiding in the Deep Rock Continent of the Earth elemental world. If Charlemagne remembers correctly, it is a group of unknown goblins who helped him build the latest type of source quality armor.

  Even Nefarian had a group of goblins under the orders of Deathwing in the laboratory of Blackwing Lair. So far, Charlemagne and Hidden Path have not found out what consortium these goblins belong to.

   This is one of them, and the second is just created by the Steamwheedle Consortium. When the Horde invaded Azeroth, anyone with a brain can see that their goal is to conquer the entire world.

  However, the goblins of the Steamwheedle Consortium didn't care at all. They just wanted to defraud the orcs of the wealth they got from the Stormwind Kingdom, and traded a lot of gold coins and jewels to the tribe with inferior ships.

   The Steamwheedle Consortium, who was afraid of the incident, immediately crossed the ocean after receiving the money, and came to the deserted Tanaris in the Kalimdor continent.

  They established their capital Gadgetzan and Steam Sand Port here with the financial resources of the old Stormwind Kingdom, and opened their branches to sparsely populated but still profitable places throughout Azeroth.

  The Goblins of the Steamwheedle Consortium originally thought that time would dilute everything. The fact that they helped and deceived the Horde would be forgotten sooner or later. Who knows...

  In the end, the truth was revealed by Charlemagne, who knew everything, and told the Alliance and the Horde about their actions with embellishments.

   Now that both forces have issued a kill order to this group of Steamwheedle consortium goblins, it will be impossible for them to pretend to be neutral in the future.

Garridabz sighed depressingly, "I just said that out of anger, don't say I didn't have such a plan, even if I want to call on the goblins to unite, it's useless, the strife between goblin consortiums is more terrifying than you imagined many."

   Thanks to book friends "Liu Shuo 2015" and "Qingxi Linghai" for their support.