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"Now, please look at this list."

The goblin captain didn't argue much, but instead took out a piece of paper and handed it to the city defense captain. The captain took the list, which was stamped with the family seals of several nobles and the seal of the Ratchet Customs, and his eyes widened immediately.

"What are these?"

"These are the goods we brought this time, Captain. I don't want to see our guests' angry eyes if there are any losses."

"...All of them?"

"Yes, sir. A significant portion of the goods inside are fragile or volatile, so I hope you will be careful during the search."

How can I be careful?

The captain roared inwardly. Having spent so much time in the port, he knew the nature of goblins very well. He was willing to bet that once he boarded the ship, the goblin captain would not hesitate to make him pay for the losses they incurred crossing the endless sea. At that time, he would be easily bankrupted!

"So, sir, you see."

The goblin captain smiled and took back the list, while subtly touching the captain's hand. The weight of the list and the dent in his hand made his eyes narrow slightly.

Before the captain could say anything, the goblin captain patted the list and carefully put it away.

"Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"Yes, yes, a win-win situation..."

The captain nodded subconsciously.

"Very good, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

The goblin captain, with his hands behind his back, slowly returned to the ship.

———————————————Half an hour later————————————————————

"Phew! I'm so suffocating!"

Valera emerged from a very ordinary cargo crate, patting her chest and catching her breath. Beside her, several other crates had been opened, revealing Logos, Broll, Windsor, and Van Cleef sitting inside.

"Is this the Dwarf District?"

Lo'Gosh, who hadn't been back to Stormwind for a long time, looked out the window and recognized his current location from the forges that were everywhere.

"This is the headquarters of the Ratchet Merchant Guild in Stormwind, located in the Dwarven Quarter."

A goblin walked into the room.

"You are... a thrombus rupture?"

Logos looked at the goblin before him, and some memories gradually became clear.

“I am very pleased that King Varian still remembers me, a minor figure.”

Tannis's chief business assistant, Bolton, walked to the wall, lifted several metal boxes, revealing neatly arranged supplies inside—disposable magical items, engineering bombs, alchemical potions, and even small space bags.

"You may use these supplies as you see fit. You may also use the vehicles available in Ratchet. However, all losses will be recorded on your books."

Meanwhile, outside Stormwind City —

Tanis felt very overwhelmed, extremely overwhelmed.

As one of the key figures in this siege of Stormwind, she, like Lo'gosh and his group who had already infiltrated Stormwind, arrived in Elwynn Forest early to install some things to intercept the Stormwind Kingdom's regular army that might return from other outposts. However, she never dreamed that on the roadside open space between the Stormwind Kingdom and Goldshire, she would see a series of flags that were all too familiar to her!

Darkmoon Faire!!!

'Damn it, is C'Thun deliberately causing trouble...?'

Although she didn't want to contact the Old Gods, Tanis knew very well that if the Darkmoon Faire caused trouble, not only would they fail to capture Stormwind, but the current coalition might even perish here, along with Lo'Gosh! Therefore, she had no choice but to enter this joyous camp that she didn't want to enter at all, and directly asked the members of the Darkmoon Faire if she could see their leader.

A few minutes later, Tennys was led to the largest tent in the circus. She composed herself, lifted the tent flap, and went inside. There she saw a handsome, silver-haired young man sitting behind a desk, leisurely drinking tea.

"...Is this your new look?"

A few seconds later, Tennys, who was quite shocked, finally managed to utter a sentence.

"Indeed, you seem to be more willing to accept this image—I think you're now wondering if it was a coincidence that I brought the Darkmoon Faire here?"

C'Thun's avatar put down his teacup, and with a wave of his hand, a coffee table and tea appeared in front of Tannis.

Was it a coincidence, or premeditated?

"Whether I answer that it was accidental or premeditated, you will treat me as a destabilizing factor, so I feel that I don't need to answer this question. Moreover, even if I state that I will not interfere with your actions, you will still be wary of me."

Tanis narrowed her eyes slightly at C'Thun's avatar's words, but before she could respond, the avatar continued speaking on its own.

"I think you know who's behind Black Dragon's madness."

"Of course I know, but although you ancient gods are destined to devour each other, I don't think you would show hostility towards it at this time. After all, unlike that Thousand-Bearded One, you, Thousand-Eyes, are suppressed much deeper and are much weaker."

What if I said, "I kind of want to?"

"Ok?"

Ignoring the change in Tannis's gaze, C'Thun's avatar swept his hand across the desk, and a silver dagger with an eye-shaped gem embedded in it appeared before Tannis.

"This dagger contains a small amount of my power. If you stab this dagger into the Black Dragon Princess's body, a portion of her power will be 'replaced' by me, causing her power to become extremely chaotic."

After saying this, C'Thun's avatar paused for a moment.

"Of course, you can also choose not to take it."

32. The Approaching Battle

Lately, the atmosphere in Stormwind has become increasingly somber.

As Stormwind's garrison gradually withdrew and the city's martial law level rose, rumors of a deadly attack by the Defias bandits spread like wildfire among the city's residents. Even attempts by the Council of Nobles to dispel these rumors were futile. Some residents, fearing a potential war, temporarily relocated from Stormwind to other parts of Elwynn Forest for a while. Those who remained stockpiled food and water, cleaned their cellars, and prepared things to block their doors, planning to have at least a place to hide should Stormwind fall. Suddenly, Stormwind was deathly still, and the streets were noticeably quieter.

This greatly distressed Duke Bolvar Fordragon, the de facto ruler of Stormwind. The Council of Nobles had been requesting him to bring out the reclusive King Varian to dispel the rumors in order to restore normal order in Stormwind. The problem was, Duke Fordragon knew that this was not a rumor at all, but something that was really going to happen!

'If Countess Presto were still alive, she would surely know what to do.'

Duke Fordragon couldn't help but think of the Countess who had 'sacrificed' herself for Stormwind. How intelligent she was! Alas, fate was cruel; such a strong-willed and decisive woman had died so easily on the streets of Stormwind...

In short, let's take it one step at a time.

Unable to figure out how to deal with the situation, Duke Fordragon chose to continue training the new Royal Guard—he was quite certain that Stormwind would not be defeated by a rabble like the Defias gang.

But for some reason, he always had a feeling that a storm was brewing, without any evidence, just a gut feeling.

It was as if someone capable of stirring up storms in Stormwind had returned to the city.

——————————————Strange dividing line——————————————————

Aside from Duke Fordragon, there was another person who also missed Countess Prestor, the King of Stormwind who lived in Stormwind Fortress and inherited the Varian nobility.

“I miss Prestor, Teiffen. The way Stormwind looks now makes me feel very depressed, just like when the orcs were besieging the city.”

Inside the palace, Varian, who hadn't seen his ministers for a long time, sat in a chair, rubbing his hands together, looking distracted.

“My dear, there’s no need to panic. Although the common people are in a state of panic, the Stormwind soldiers have returned to their posts, the Council of Nobles is functioning normally, and Duke Fordragon, this battle-hardened general, commands an elite force he personally trained. So what is there to worry about?”

Although she found it strange that her husband would be flustered by such a thing, Queen Tiffin still tried her best to comfort Varian.

“No, Stephen, you don’t know, this sense of oppression isn’t just from Stormwind, it’s a strange suggestion, like…like someone is going to kick me out of this fortress.”

As he said this, Varian looked up at the ceiling, his eyes vacant. In fact, he had always felt as if he had lost something, but he didn't know what it was.

"You are the king of Stormwind, who can drive you away?"

As soon as Tiffany finished speaking, Anduin Wrynn, the prince of Stormwind and the fruit of her love with Varian, skipped and hopped into the room, his face still covered with a layer of dust from sweat.

"Anduin! How many times have I told you! Don't wander around outside Stormwind Keep!"

Stephen's tone was full of worry, knowing exactly what his child had done!

"Ah! Father, you didn't go out?"

To Tiffin's surprise, Anduin looked at his father and said something that she couldn't understand.

“I’ve been in my palace all day, Anduin.”

King Varian, feeling a vague sense of unease in his mind, spoke with a hint of confusion, unsure why he was so concerned about his child's words.

"Maybe I'm seeing things."

Anduin didn't dwell on the matter and went back to his desk to read—if he weren't the prince of Stormwind, he wouldn't have been able to borrow any books from the Cathedral of Light.

————————————One hour ago, on the road————————————————————

"What's wrong, Luo?"

On the way to the military zone, with Valera's help, Logos, disguised as someone who seemed to have no connection to Varian, suddenly stopped and looked around a corner. He seemed to have seen a flash of golden hair there.

"nothing."

Logosh, realizing he might be overthinking things, shook his head and continued following Windsor, heading straight for the Stormwind camp.

——————————————Stormwind, Underground————————————————————

Princess Onyxia, the black dragon, transformed into Countess Prestor and sat on her throne. Beside her, dozens of dragonkin disguised as humans stood, not daring to breathe.

"Still no trace of them?"

Onyxia spoke calmly, her tone filled with chilling killing intent.

"The only person whose whereabouts are currently known is Tennyson, the Great Tinker."

A dragon-man spoke cautiously.

"Those two good-for-nothings! They didn't even dare to conduct a city-wide crackdown!"

Onyxia gritted her teeth. She was now realizing the downsides of playing dead and going behind the scenes. Both the Duke of Fortagan and the nobles of Varian were a little indecisive, which meant they preferred to muddle through when faced with uncertain information. This forced her dragonkin to follow suit and investigate using the same muddling-through method.

After a period of rage, Onyxia calmed down.

"Have they found the secret passage to Stormwind Fortress?"

"Yes, Lady Onyxia."

"very good....."

Onyxia waved her hand, and the Stormfortress palace appeared in the crystal ball in front of her. Anduin, with his soft golden hair, was clearly visible. Onyxia smiled warmly as she looked at the little prince who was engrossed in reading.

"...Varian, even as a warrior, you wouldn't want your child to get hurt, would you...?"