Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 200: 23. The Greenskins' Waaaagh and the Redridge War Begin - [25]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [2/5])
"Oh my, it's just such a small piece of junk. It's hard for us at the venture capital company to help you, big greenskins."

On the coast of the Black Swamp, there is a "temporary harbor" formed by the falling fragments of the orc fortress.

On several merchant ships with a very "wasteland style", a female goblin merchant who was wearing a very trendy black merchant vest with red pants and white shoes, and had her hair dyed red, was bargaining like a capitalist with a look of disdain on her face.

The goblin took off his treasure-appraising glasses and pretended to be helpless, as if he had run into a poor ghost after not checking the almanac. He said to Orgrim Doomhammer, who was coughing in the chair in front of him:
"What you have brought out is only enough for ten, no, eight, ships of food!"

"Twenty ships!"

Ao Da Hammer didn't even blink, and said in a halting human language:
"Either the deal is done, or you take the ship away now."

How shrewd he is.

Although the small "green-skinned" goblin in front of him spoke harshly and tried hard to appear calm, he could not hide the surprise on his face at all, mainly because what Ao Dahammer took out was indeed very valuable.

Because most of the warlocks of the Shadow Council were "re-transferred to the War Horde", the high-quality spell materials and various rare items accumulated by Gul'dan became useless. The warchief even thought that those things emitting a dark aura took up too much space.

After Varok brought back the contact information of the goblin tycoons, he contacted these local merchants almost immediately.

I thought it would take at least a week for the goblins to finish their work, but Orgrim really underestimated the goblins' passion for making money. As the most famous money-minded race in Azeroth, after learning that a new "profit growth point" had appeared in the eastern continent, all the offices of the goblin consortium have taken action.

But venture capital firms are clearly the fastest!
This adheres to the cruel business logic of "high efficiency" and "winner takes all" that they have always advocated.

Of course, the main reason is that the venture capital company's office in the East Continent failed in its speculation in bulk grain trade this year.

They could not sell the large amount of grain they purchased from the western fertile plains at high prices. In addition, the northern border had extremely good weather this year, and there was no shortage of food everywhere. Even the bitter cold land of Alterac was self-sufficient. Moreover, the overall environment on the continent was peaceful, and there were not so many potential users.

Just when they were about to lose all the food, a group of strange, large green-skinned people suddenly asked to buy the food, and said they wanted as much as they could.

Isn’t this like a sleepy person meeting a pillow?
While the Steamwheedle Consortium still needed time to gather goods, Grimla Fizzlecrank, the business representative of the venture capital company, had already taken his few ships, loaded them with food, and rushed to the Black Swamp at the speed of a cavalry charge.

As it turned out, her trade speculation brought her hope of promotion and salary increase.

These greenskins can't even speak the local dialect well, but they really have a job to do!
Looking at these spellcasting materials that exude magical energy, although she has never heard of most of them, this does not prevent her from quickly calculating the value of these things in her mind.

First sell the food to the big greenskin, then take the materials to the black market in Treasure Coast, wait for the materials to be sold to recover the funds, and then go to the Western Wilderness to buy food. During this period, you can buy on credit at the office warehouse!
Anyway, the food piled up there is almost moldy, so I can make double the profit by going back and forth.

The most important thing now is that he must retain these important customers. There is no limit to the competition among goblin merchants. Once someone else picks the peaches, the end that awaits him is probably to be sold to the mines on Kezan Island and spend the rest of his life in misery.

So the shrewd businessman made a decision immediately.

She looked up at the green-skinned chieftain who looked like a giant to her, stretched out two fingers and shook them, saying:
"Twenty ships, that's twenty ships! And for the first four ships of grain, I'll only charge you two-thirds of the market price. I guarantee that the remaining grain will be replenished within two months."

"One month, we can't wait that long."

Orgrim sensed the other's eagerness and coughed, saying:

"I won't ask anyone else for a quote. I know you've definitely priced these magical artifacts very low, but I can pretend I don't know, goblin."

"Okay, one month is fine, but you have to sign a monopoly trade agreement with me!"

The female goblin gritted her teeth and said:

"You can only trade with my caravan! And you must use your personal reputation as a chieftain and a sufficiently valuable equivalent as collateral. Only after you sign a monopoly agreement can I use it to trick other merchants into joining me in Booty Bay and forming a larger caravan. Only with a larger caravan can we have enough ships to transport your food."

"Monopoly? What a novel word."

Orgrim quickly understood what the goblin merchant meant.

Varok Saurfang behind him couldn't help but frown, thinking that the goblin was too presumptuous, but the chief waved his hand and said to the female goblin merchant in front of him with a pleasant face:

"I'm signing this monopoly agreement with you, but it's only for grain trading. Our local friends told us that as long as the price is right, you can get everything we need, right?"

"Ah! You're so cunning! Monopolizing such a niche business sector will cause me to lose even more potential profits."

The female goblin was a little crazy.

This orc chieftain had never even heard of the concept of monopoly before, so how did he suddenly understand the concept of market segmentation without any guidance?

Damn, these greenskins look stupid, but they are all so smart.

But she quickly calmed down and said:

"Alright, let's just trade grain, let's sign now! Also, your local friend is quite tasteful. Here's how we do business with us goblins: as long as you can afford the price, we can even get you the legendary upper-class elven slave girl!

That is the most upper-class status symbol in all of Azeroth.

Every family of the great human nobles in the Northern Frontier has at least one. If they don’t have one, they would feel embarrassed to go out and greet others.

You are a great chief after all, how about I give you one too?"

"No, I want weapons, protective gear, supplies, everything related to war. The quality can be lower, but the quantity must be sufficient."

Orgrim waved his hand and said:
"In exchange, you will be responsible for handling all spoils of war from the War Horde's conquest of the human kingdom. You, goblin, are ambitious. I see your desire. Since you prefer to do things by the book, do you dare to accept this contract?"

"You want to fight a war with humans?"

The female goblin's pupils constricted for a moment.

This made the chief think that she was scared. Just as he was about to say something encouraging, he heard the female goblin jump up and scream:
"This is really great!
All those things we stockpiled are finally selling!

Ah, the East Continent is too peaceful. The business circle here has always been monopolized by the sea merchants of Kul Tiras and the caravans of Gilneas. The trade protectionism of each country is serious, and our consortium can't get in at all.

But war!
War is a good thing!
A devastating war is enough to destroy all the previous rules and completely destroy the damn Kul Tiras and Gilnean trade empire! Yes, you must start a war!

The faster the better, the more powerful the better!
Only by shaking up this stale continent can the vitality of commerce flow again, and only then can I seize the opportunity in the chaos to seize the throne of the Trade Prince! "

The female goblin was so excited.

As she was talking, she began to run out of oxygen. It was the assistant next to her who quickly handed her a respirator-like device and allowed her to take a few deep breaths of oxygen before she recovered.

Her green face was filled with excitement, and the burning desire in her eyes was so intense that even Orgrim could feel it.

The Great Chief thought that his war tribe was crazy enough, but when he saw the goblins who wanted to use war to reshape the business system, he truly realized what a crazy world they had been sent to.

These green goblins are less than one-third the size of orcs, but the madness in their bones is more terrifying than Grom Hellscream.

"Give me that damn contract! I'm putting my life and fortune on it!"

The female goblin screamed:

"Isn't it just spoils of war? I'll take care of it, greenskins! You can only do business with me! Yes, I will join your war train and make your victory my victory. Weapons, armor, supplies, everything you need, I can get you.

I only have one request, victory!

understand?

You must keep winning battles!
Only in this way, I, who am completely tied to you, can stand out in the venture capital company, and when I take the helm of this business empire, you can also enjoy the benefits. In addition, if you can destroy the invincible fleet under the command of Daelin Proudmoore along the way
Even if only one fleet is destroyed!
Believe me, goblins all over the world will give you everything you want!
The South China Sea's golden shipping lanes have been monopolized for too long. We hope to see change, even if it's just a tiny bit. Alas, forget it. Even with your current state, you're already impressive enough to capture Stormwind City."

The female goblin was a little bored.

However, she still signed a contract with the chief and tied herself to the war tribe's car and died.

"boom"

Orgrim threw his heirloom, Doomhammer, in front of the goblin and said:
"Use this precious weapon from Draenor as collateral and send food and supplies as soon as possible."

"Wow! This thing looks amazing!"

The female goblin circled around the war hammer that she couldn't lift at all. She scratched her head and said:
"No, we don't have the ability to protect this artifact. You must send a powerful bodyguard to protect it, so that it won't be robbed by pirates along the way. The Kul Tiran fleet will not protect the interests of us goblin smugglers."

"Varlock, you take fifty men to protect our most important business partner."

Orgrim waved his hand and asked his most trusted warlord to carry out this task, but Varok then whispered:

"The war is about to begin. Would it be a bit too late for me to leave now?"

"Just go if I tell you to! Don't ask any more questions. You have to protect the lifeblood of the war tribe now."

The chief said without hesitation:
"Haven't you fought enough in Draenor? Do you really need to compete with the humans? There are enough war madmen in the Horde, not to mention you. Keep your hands clean, it's not a good thing."

Warlord Saurfang was stunned for a moment, then realized the reason why the warchief made such arrangements.

Orgrim did not want to get involved in this war with humans.

Judging from the Chieftain's intention, it seems that he wants to hand this matter over to the orcs who have been hopelessly contaminated by the devil's blood. Hiss, does he want to... I dare not even think about it.

"There's another problem. You don't have a good port."

The female goblin Grimla looked around at the terrible environment with some irritation. She sighed and said:

"The coast of the Black Swamp is covered with silt and reefs. Large fleets can't get in at all. You have to think of a way. You can't always do this."

"So where's the best port nearby?"

The chief asked, and the female goblin said:
"Of course it's Booty Bay, but that's the territory of the Steamwheedle Cartel and the headquarters of the goblin merchants. You can't go there. Besides, the best port is in Stormwind City, which is the trade route for the Kul Tiras merchants, and we can't interfere.

The next-level port after these two is in the town of Molten Light in the wasteland, where we have one of our smuggling ports.

And then there's Northern Stranglethorn Vale.

The port near the troll city of Zukunda is very ordinary and is occupied by a group of pirates, but it is at least better than here, and it is very close to the Treasure Coast. It only takes less than a day for a large fleet to go there.

But if you want to take it, you have to occupy Redridge Mountains and Sunny Forest first, and you have to fight through the territory of the Gurubashi trolls. In fact, if you can afford it, I can rent an airship for you to transport your things.

Although the amount of goods transported is small, it is fast and not picky about the location. You just need to build a few platforms.

Goblin airships are a mature technology, and the Steamwheedle Consortium often uses them to deliver things to the elves."

"Then rent it!"

The Great Chief stood up and looked at the Dragonmaw Warlocks flying towards the Redridge Mountains in the distance. He said:
"Use your own pocket money to buy on credit first, my dear little friend. Consider it a gesture of sincerity on your behalf for the War Horde. Don't look like you've lost money. Think about it, once we take Redridge Mountains, you'll become a wealthy man!"

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"This Orgrim is quite easy to talk to."

Zuluhed behind the dragon was very proud. He looked at the two-headed dragon riders following the dragon and said to his dragon companions:

"I thought he'd hesitate for a few days, but as soon as I mentioned it, he immediately agreed to attack Redridge Mountains and even sent the Thunderlord and Shattered Hand clans to help. This guy is much more reasonable than Blackhand."

"Hmph, Orgrim is very smart. He has his own plans, but it doesn't matter. He has provided the manpower anyway."

Lord Lethorn said:

"Fenris Wolfbride will be in charge of the ground operations. Have your men obey their orders. Take the dragons and head directly to the Sealed Land. Get the Dragon Soul as soon as possible. I don't want to waste any more time dreaming."

"Isn't it a bad idea to just wander off like this?"

Zuluhed hesitated and whispered:
"We deserted the War Tribe in its first battle. It would be hard to explain if we were caught. Besides, doesn't His Majesty Eranikus still need the War Tribe to work for him?

The necessary respect must be given to Orgrim and the Black Wolf God. What I mean is, let's help them destroy the human castle first!

In this way, even the Black Wolf God would have nothing to say."

"trouble!"

Lord Lethorn scolded:

"You're just a coward. When Orgrim killed Blackhand, I suggested you kill Orgrim, but you didn't dare to move. If you were the warchief, why would you go through so much trouble now?"

Zuluhed said nothing.

But the warlock is not stupid. He doesn't want to be tied to the dragons. The Black Wolf God is also a good golden thigh. Only by playing with both sides can he win all. He is a warlock. How can warlocks not leave a way out for themselves?

"It's just a stone castle. For a dragon, it's just a matter of a few breaths."

He advised:

"Let's go. I'm the chieftain of the War Tribe after all. I have to do something for the others. Look at the consequences of only thinking about yourself. That loser Gul'dan has already demonstrated this to us."

Under his control, a formation of several magic dragons quickly passed by the wolf riders galloping below. Fenris Wolfbride, riding on his magic wolf mount, looked up at the magic dragons soaring past, his scarred face full of coldness.

His glory, his dignity, and his desire have all been left in Frostfire Ridge of Draenor. His tendons have been cut and he can't even run, but his fire has not been extinguished, and he can still become the King of the Wolf.

The kingdom before us
Just conquer it yourself.

"woooooo"

The shrill sound of horns blared continuously among the sentry posts in the Redridge Mountains.

Humans also noticed the tribe's massive attack. This time it was no longer a test by the wolf cavalry, but a real army attacking.

They are so fast!
Both the speed of advancement and the speed of preparing for war were so fast that the warriors of Storm Kingdom, who had previously only fought group fights with gnolls, found it difficult to react.

But this is their home, the land that gave birth to them and raised them. The greenskins are eager to invade it, but this land also has its own will.

It and its children will never surrender without a fight.

war
coming.

(End of this chapter)