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"Gloria's explosive popularity?"

In a simply furnished interrogation room, Tanya held a piece of paper covered in tiny writing in her left hand and rhythmically tapped the armrest of her chair with her right hand, watching with amusement the humbly bowing goblin who had just handed her the paper.

"Yes, Tennyson the Great Tinker!"

"Born into the Rustwater Clique, worked for a venture capital firm for three years, was hired by Nefarian six months ago, and you even wrote a record of your battles of wits with other goblins... Hmm, it's always the same stuff..."

Tannis gently shook the piece of paper, then suddenly squeezed it, crushing the thing that held the hope of becoming a hit into dust. The moment the fragments fell, two drones swiftly landed, grabbed the wailing goblin, and threw him into a huge bin labeled 'Recyclable Waste' hanging on the wall next to them.

"Okay, next one."

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After dozens of goblins were thrown into the 'recyclable waste' bin, one goblin finally handed over something that piqued Tannis's interest.

"A special ore?"

"Yes, the main reason Nefarian summoned us was that he wanted to smelt a kind of ore... well, how should I put it, we've never seen it before and don't even know its name..."

"It seems you only know that this ore exists?"

"No! I'm also responsible for recycling the slag from the ore smelting process!"

Knowing full well that his answer would determine his fate, the goblin straightened up and loudly reported to Tanis.

"Okay... then..."

Tanis took out a piece of paper, scribbled a few lines on it, and handed it to the goblin.

"You can go out through the exit now. Hand the paper to the people on the other side; they'll know where to take you."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The goblin thanked the note and hurriedly walked into the passage behind the curtain. In an instant, he fell silent, and this scene was witnessed by the next goblin.

"Tannis, the Great Tinker, Krissik the Elemental Smelter pays homage to you!"

Looking at the goblin who was behaving neither humbly nor arrogantly, a hint of interest flashed in Tannis's eyes.

"So, you're sure what you've brought out will interest me?"

“That’s right, Grand Tinker Tanis. I believe the goblin who just came in told you that Nefarian hired us for the purpose of smelting Elementium Ingots. Only I have mastered the method of smelting Elementium Ingots. The other goblins are all serving my smelting needs.”

As he said this, a slight hint of smugness flashed across Krishnamurti's face.

"Hmm... I admit you have indeed piqued my interest."

"This is my asking price."

Krischke fawned over her, handing her a piece of paper, but Tannis crumpled it up without even glancing at it.

"Please clarify your position first, Krishnamurti. You are now my prisoner of war, and you have no right to bargain with me."

"No, no, no, Tannis the Great Tinker, time is money, knowledge is wealth. If you want my knowledge, you must pay with wealth. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Yes... but this rule only applies to Ratchet—or more broadly, allies of the Gadgetzan Consortium. I, Tannis, don't consider myself capable of such a despicable act as stealing from an ally. However, Krischk, I recall that the Venture Capital Firm and the Gadgetzan Consortium are enemies, right? Your consortium has done quite a few interesting things to seize Ratchet's technology..."

"Uh, I swear, I didn't do those things! Yes! I didn't!! I want to join Ratchet! You see!"

Krischk immediately swore that he had never stolen anything from Ratchet, and then took out his venture capital firm ID card, broke it, and tore it to pieces. Tanis sat in her chair, watching his performance with amusement.

"Want to join Ratchet? Sure, but because of your unusual past, you must offer something to convince us..."

"..."

Krischk's face fell. He realized that Tannis's behavior seemed, probably, to be an attempt to take advantage of his skills! But he felt he could still put up a fight.

"Tannis, the master tinkerer, this skill..."

"It's impossible for you to be the only one in all of Azeroth to possess this technology. I believe you can definitely find clues about its existence in the records of the Night Elves or Blood Elves. If I'm really interested in it, I can even ask the dragons. You should know what annihilating Nefarian means to the dragons."

Seeing Krisik's increasingly struggling face, Tanis calmly continued to deliver the finishing blow.

"Of course, these methods might not yield the complete technology, but it doesn't matter. You're already in my hands, and Ratchet has all sorts of amazing professions. Extracting the general formula for the technology from your mind shouldn't be a problem. By the way, you know that troll voodoo can communicate with the dead, right? It seems those sorcerers have recently improved something. Do you want to try dying once and becoming their guinea pig?"

"I...I..."

Krischk's legs gave way and he sat down on the ground, looking up at Tannis who was looking down at him.

"Ah, if it weren't for the fact that you're actually quite useful, I wouldn't even bother talking to you this much. You must be wondering where I threw the goblin in front of me, right?"

Before Krischk could answer, Tannis pointed to the trash can labeled "Recyclable Waste".

"Those thrown in here will slide directly to Ratchet's prison—they won't be sentenced to death; Ratchet is very cautious about the death penalty, but being thrown into the mines to dig for ten or eight years is inevitable..."

As she spoke, Tennys pointed to the curtain again.

"Through this, you can get the treatment of working as a laborer in Ratchet—not a slave. If you work for three to five years without making any mistakes, you can become a commoner. So, Krishnamurti, do you want to choose one of these two paths?"

"...You took my skills, how am I supposed to make money? I...this is all I have..."

Krishnamurti, who was slumped on the floor, hugged his legs and curled up in a ball, looking pitiful and helpless.

"Once you submit your technology and confirm its reliability, you will directly obtain the status of a Ratchet technician. You will not only receive a salary, but also enjoy a 10-year patent right to the technology you submitted. During these 10 years, you can profit from the value of every product produced using your technology, according to different proportions."

"What about 10 years from now?"

"Ten years from now? The patent will naturally belong to Ratchet City, but..."

A devilish smile appeared on Tanis's face.

"Why can't you update your patents or earn more patents in the next 10 years? Don't you have any confidence in yourself, Krishnamurti?"

"I......"

Under Tennys's combination of carrot and stick tactics, along with her provocation, Krischk suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand.

"I did it."

51. Loot distribution in progress...

While Tanis was comfortably exploiting the goblins under Nefarian's command, Jaina, Varian, Thrall, and others were staring in disbelief at the mountain of loot that was gradually piling up before them.

Yes, it was a mountain. Thanks to everyone's tireless search, every valuable item in the upper and lower levels of Blackrock Spire and Blackwing Lair was found and gathered in the vast hall at the very center of Blackwing Lair. Even though Varian was the King of Stormwind, and Jaina was both a princess and an archmage, they were both nearly overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the Black Dragon Prince's collection and the materials he had gathered. Not to mention Thrall, the Warchief who was used to being poor.

"We must find a reasonable way to allocate these things."

Seconds later, Jaina was the first to regain her composure; as a mage, her self-control was astonishing.

"This is our shared spoils."

Varian then set the tone for these spoils of war.

"Distribute the already crafted equipment to the elite soldiers who will be the vanguard in the attack on Ragnaros, as much as possible, to enhance their combat effectiveness. As for dragon scales, dragon hides, dragon bones, and raw ore, I think we can ask the Dark Iron Dwarves or the Bronzebeard Dwarves if they have any way to process them into equipment suitable for our future battles beneath the volcano. Keep the jewelry and the like for now, and distribute them as compensation after the battle of Blackrock Mountain is over."

Thrall readily shared his thoughts on these things, which drew Varian's attention.

"Warchief Thrall, your ideas are all very good. I think we should discuss more specific operations as soon as possible so that we can turn these things into our combat power. Now, we need to return to Darkforge City and make some preliminary preparations for clearing out Ragnaros's forces."

"Ah."

Thrall nodded, and was about to leave with Varian when one of Varian's guards suddenly ran up to the three of them, panting, and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, we may have discovered Sir Lothar's relics."

"What? Where?"

Upon hearing the name, Varian's expression became complex. His face flashed with surprise, excitement, exhilaration, anger, and sadness, before finally settling into understanding.

"The brothers have already brought it here."

The guard pointed into the distance, and Varian looked in that direction. At the edge of his vision, two of his guards were carrying a greatsword and rushing towards him. Clearly, the two soldiers were also extremely excited.

"Your Majesty, what do you think...?"

Two soldiers approached Varian and gently placed the greatsword before him. Varian crouched down, reached out his hand, and stroked the dark red greatsword, its blade stained with blood, and the letters AL on the hilt. He remained silent for a long time, while Jaina and Thrall watched Varian in silence as well.

After a long while, Varian stood up and looked at Jaina and Thrall with a slightly apologetic gaze.

"I hope to take this sword with me; it's very important to me."

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"AL? This weapon really exists in Nefarian's lair? And it's truly connected to Sir Lothar?"

Although she had been busy dealing with the goblins, Tanis had been keeping a close eye on the search for the loot from Blackrock Mountain and Blackwing Lair. When she learned that the legendary sword AL, which was said to have caused the loss of all brothers after being drawn in her memory fragments, had indeed been found by Varian, even though she had long since adapted to the reality of Azeroth, she felt as if she had returned to the game in her memory fragments.

"Yes, according to King Varian, this sword is Marshal Lothar's spare weapon and the symbolic weapon of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse. Nefarian only made some modifications to it to suit the dragons' aesthetics, so he recognized it at a glance. Therefore, he wanted to take it back to Stormwind and hand it over to the Knights of Stormwind—the highest commander of the later Iron Horse Brotherhood, Duke Fordragon."

The voices of the goblins at the scene could be clearly heard through Tannis's walkie-talkie.

"The perfect reason for dressing in black... well, that's not really black... so, any other interesting discoveries?"

“Yes, we found a shield made of some unknown metal on the abdomen of the creature you killed, which was pieced together from many body parts and was called Chromaggus. It was about the size of a tower shield. We tested it and found that it could perfectly withstand most magic attacks of moderate power. At the same time, its hardness and toughness were astonishing. This is undoubtedly a material that we have no idea about! Miss Tannis!”

'I have good reason to believe this thing is the Source Barrier...'

Tannis's lips twitched as she suddenly realized the true nature of the shield, forcibly suppressing her desire to steal the equipment—although she could take the Elementium Barrier with the same justification as Varian taking the AL, she felt that, with the attack on Molten Core imminent, this special shield made of Elementium alloy should first fulfill its more important purpose.

"I see. I think the dwarves can add a handle to this thing so it can serve as a real shield for a while. Anything else?"

"Yes, it's also about Chromaggus. According to our joint examination with the sorcerers, Chromaggus's claws, teeth, scales, and skin all exhibit characteristics very different from those of normal dragons. We believe that equipment made from its corpse might be surprisingly powerful."

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"Oh my god!!"

The members of the Thorium Brotherhood, along with some Bronzebeard dwarf craftsmen who had been forcibly kicked out of Ironforge by Magni after Moira's visit to Ironforge, stared in astonishment at the pile of materials placed in a large warehouse near the Forge Square in Darkforge. They almost forgot to breathe; they never dreamed that these rare materials would be placed so simply in front of them!

"What are these...?"

"These materials are spoils of war from our defeat of the Black Dragon. We hope you can make the most of them—they shouldn't be wasted. If you lack confidence, you may choose to withdraw."

Tanis stood beside the piles of materials, scrutinizing the dwarves who were theoretically the best craftsmen in the allied forces—none of them had chosen to withdraw. No wonder, every craftsman standing here was proud and ambitious! They were confident and capable of doing their best in their respective fields!

"Then, please observe the characteristics of these materials first, and then, based on your experience, draw up the finished product you want to manufacture and the estimated material costs, and submit the list. We will evaluate your drawings and then allocate the items you requested to you."

52. The Neglected Allies