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As the G3 Predator's optical locking system was deployed, two high-heat beams were shot into each of the multi-headed monster's open mouths. In less than a second, its fragile oral cavity was slashed open with one bloody gash after another, and its breathing was forced to stop.

"Hahahaha!! Take this!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the three orc warriors who had been forcibly attacking the hydra with their lightning shields cleaved the weak points on the hydra that they had already identified. Grom's Bloodhowl was deeply embedded in most of the hydra's neck, while the Saurfang brothers tore two huge chunks of flesh from the hydra's body!

"hold head high!!!!!"

The excruciating pain stimulated the multi-headed monster's nerves, causing it to let out a wail. Just as the Naga Sea Witch was about to comfort the injured multi-headed monster, a piercing pain forced her to interrupt her spellcasting.

"Troll...you!!!"

Under Vol'jin's voodoo spell, the Naga sea witch was forced to reveal herself completely. Her snake eyes churned with endless killing intent, and her strange long hair swayed in the sea breeze.

“I said I would use your skull as a sacrifice to let my father rest in peace.”

Vol'jin picked up his bizarre weapon and slowly walked toward the multi-headed monster, each step feeling as if he were stepping on the heart of the Naga sea witch.

Sensing the threat of death, the Naga Sea Witch desperately made various spellcasting movements, but she discovered to her despair that the power of her spells had inexplicably decreased, making them unable to pose a fatal threat to the enemy in front of her!

“I thought that someone who could blaspheme the spirits of the earth would be a formidable enemy, but... you proved to be utterly ineffective. A simple voodoo spell was enough to render you powerless—frankly, even your multi-headed monster is more difficult to deal with than you.”

Wojnarowski raised his strange weapon high, its sharp blade reflecting the moonlight.

"*……&*%……&%……&!!!"

The Naga sea witch clenched her fists and screamed in a language no one could understand. To the astonishment of Tannis and the others, the multi-headed monster turned its least damaged head and bit down on the Naga sea witch's head. Then, with a pull and a tug, the Naga sea witch's head was severed from her body.

When the Naga siren's blood splattered on the multi-headed monster, its scales collectively flashed with a radiant light. The three orc warriors who were hacking and slashing were swept by this light and all took several steps back.

"what happened?"

Grom frowned. He had sensed a significant increase in the multi-headed monster's power in that instant—it was now capable of repelling him!

"That madwoman sacrificed herself, using her life essence to strengthen the multi-headed monster."

Wojnarowski spoke in a deep voice.

Are there any side effects?

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, this is a blood sacrifice that depletes the life force. The witch used her own life essence to completely unleash the hydra's potential, giving it powerful combat abilities while it lost its mind. Clearly, the witch wanted us to perish together with the hydra."

"So, all we need to do is stall for time?"

After receiving an affirmative answer from Vol'jin, Tennys patted the mechanical assistant, causing it to fly to the vicinity of the Hydra and project a small, model-like house. In less than ten seconds, the small house expanded to the size of a large tent, with several nozzles continuously spewing steam.

What is this?

Grom was drawn to this thing that possessed a warlike beauty.

"Pocket Factory Type II can continuously transport the manufactured mechanical goblins here. Compared to the original, it deploys and transports them much faster..."

As she spoke, Tannis looked at the multi-headed monster that was already fighting a bunch of mechanical goblins and spread out her hands.

"Hmm, it looks like it's working quite well."

29. The Dwarf Who "Got Away"

When the fleet anchored near Darkspear Island, Thrall, who had largely regained his mobility, emerged from the camp and arrived on the battlefield. The Hydra had already lost its life force, and Vol'jin was cutting open the Hydra's belly with a knife, trying to find the head of the Naga Sea Witch, which should not have been fully digested.

As Vol'jin said, the Naga Sea Witch's blood sacrifice unleashed the Hydra's potential, but also stripped it of its sanity, resulting in the Hydra becoming a monster that only knew how to attack indiscriminately. From its berserk state to its death from exhaustion, the Hydra did not attack Tannis and the others even once.

"Volkin, what are you and your people going to do next?"

Thrall stood beside Vol'jin, watching the troll use the head of a Naga sea witch, which he had pulled from the belly of a hydra, to sacrifice Sen'jin—his father, the former chieftain of the Darkspear tribe.

"Can the Horde accept the allegiance of the Darkspear tribe, Warchief Thrall?"

Vol'jin threw the last offering into the fire and asked a question that even Thrall was taken aback by.

"sure!"

After a quick thought, Thrall concluded that accepting the Darkspear tribe would only bring benefits and no harm to the new Horde.

"The Darkspear tribe will fight for you, Great Chieftain."

Vol'jin lowered his head and knelt on one knee before Thrall. Behind Thrall, the trolls of the Darkspear tribe knelt down, pledging allegiance to their new chieftain.

"I must admit, Vol'jin is a very decisive leader who knows how to seize opportunities. Once Thrall is gone, the Horde won't get another chance."

Tanis stood on the beach, watching Vol'jin swear allegiance to Thrall, touching her chin with a slight smile on her lips.

A smile of good fortune.

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"We made a fortune! We made a huge fortune!!"

After returning to her flagship, Tannis was still excited about her gains on the Darkspear tribe's island, and even rolled around in bed.

Because the Horde owed Tanis a considerable favor in this matter, Thrall readily allocated one-third of the collected spoils to Tanis. Then, since the orcs couldn't process most of the spoils in a short time, Thrall generously sold most of the remaining spoils to Tanis at the price of materials to offset part of the debt. As a result, Tanis found herself rich!

'A genuine deep-sea multi-headed monster heart, enhanced multi-headed monster scales and skin, a Naga sea witch's artifact, a sea elemental core... Hehehe...'

As she mentally counted all the valuable items one by one, Tannis slowly drifted into a dream filled with gold coins.

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After Dark Spear Island, Tannis's fleet didn't encounter any more unexpected events, which made Tannis a little disappointed - after all, opportunities to have so many powerful henchmen helping her make money are really rare!

After placing the orcs on a narrow peninsula at the very edge of Kalimdor, Tanis led her fleet back home. As the outline of Ratchet's docks came into view, Tanis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. With the new teleportation device, she hadn't been away from home for such a long, long time...

"Ratchet! I'm back!!"

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"This is... a huge deal!!"

Gazlowe, who already knew what 'goods' his daughter had brought back this time, was still amazed after carefully learning about the potential of the new tribe. As a lord, Gazlowe knew very well how much establishing friendship with a moderate like Thrall would help the future of Ratchet!

"Yes, but this is a long-term investment, and we won't see any returns for at least a year... Speaking of which, Dad, why didn't you show any interest in the seafood I brought back?"

"Because I made a fortune not long ago! You might not know, but ten days before you came back, the dwarfs suddenly sold us all their shares in the Mineway Metro! At cost price, yes! At cost price!"

"Huh? Have they gone crazy?"

Tanis was completely stunned by the news. The dwarf's actions... looked more like an act of betrayal!

"There's nothing they can do. Booty Bay cut their prices by 50% and even sold them substandard products, so they have no choice but to come to us. Although our stuff is a bit more expensive, you get what you pay for!"

"Wait, wait, Dad, you still haven't explained what happened to the dwarf. Why is he frantically converting things into money and going on shopping sprees? Can't the dwarves handle this? No matter what, the dwarves can't just leave the dwarf alone, can they?"

Gazlowe's expression turned strange.

"This matter... aside from us goblins, other races really can't handle it."

"What happened? Gnomeregan exploded?"

Tanis half-jokingly offered a guess that even she herself found unreliable. Although she knew the gnomes were causing a huge mess in Gnomeregan, she also knew that security in Gnomeregan was not bad.

Then, she saw Gazlowe actually nod!

"Gnomeregan really exploded???"

Tennys' expression instantly transformed into the famous painting, "The Scream."

"That's right. Because of the dwarf experiments that went out of control, Gnomeregan is now uninhabitable."

"They really went too far..."

Tennys sighed helplessly, but she immediately realized something was wrong, because a fragment of her memory told her that the dwarf's mishap happened four years later, not now!

What kind of experiment is the dwarf doing?

"Um... From the scattered intelligence I've gathered, in order not to fall too far behind our engineering, they asked the dwarves for some random things and then tried to recreate them. Something... was actually 'recreated'... and then, Gnomeregan was also 'recreated'."

"I......."

Tannis's expression immediately turned ashen; it seemed that she had indirectly caused the trouble in Gnomeregan this time?

"Oh, right."

Suddenly remembering something, Gazlowe opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Tannis.

"This is... an invitation? An invitation from a dwarf?"

"Yes, this was sent by Gelbin. He hopes you can participate in the operation to save Gnomeregan. In his opinion, no one understands their outrageous technology better than you."

30. The Tragedy of Gnomeregan

Danmoro, the Cold Ridge Valley.

In this sparsely populated valley, hundreds of tents of all sizes have been erected haphazardly. Dwarfs can be seen coming and going in some of the temporary living areas converted from caves. The dwarves, along with their best craftsmen, are busy in the canyon, building as many houses as possible for their poor little brothers.

Inside a tent that was decorated slightly more ornately than the others, the dwarf master craftsman Gelbinmekatok lay sprawled on a table cobbled together from steel plates, screws, and wood, staring blankly at a photograph in front of him. It was the only personal item he had taken with him when he escaped from Gnomeregan—a group photo of the Craftsmen's Guild beneath the Great Gear of Gnomeregan.

“Thermapulg…why did you do that? Did you want power, status, or money? I could have given you all of those! Why did you destroy Gnomeregan? Why did you kill our people?”

Thinking of that nightmarish day, Mekkatorque clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to control the urge to rush back to Gnomeregan and confront Thermaprag. He knew very well that his current status no longer allowed him to act recklessly. He had to pull himself together as soon as possible and lead the remaining members of his people to at least settle down in this icy wasteland.

Just as he put on his coat, preparing to go out and take a look around to see if there was anything he could do, a dwarf lifted his curtain, bringing in a gust of cold wind. Mekkatorque recognized the dwarf as Oversback, the only member of the Craftsmen's Guild who had followed him alive and was conducting research on engineering deformation rays.

"Overspark, what's up?"

"Master Craftsman, the people from Ratchet have arrived."

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"Thank you so much! Your timely delivery of supplies will give the dwarf refugees a better chance of survival!"

Mekkatorque held Tannis's hand, expressing his gratitude repeatedly, which made Tannis a little embarrassed.

"You've paid us, so we have to do our job. That's the rule of the Gadgetzan Consortium. By the way, High Tinker Mekkatorque, what exactly happened in Gnomeregan? Why are you willing to risk being cursed by other gnomes just to ask Ratchet for help?"

"Because... if this matter isn't handled properly, the entire Dun Morogh will be gone..."

Tennys's expression became subtle.

"Did your research on the giant bomb finally backfire?"

"No...the large bombs we're researching did cause some damage to our city, but nothing serious. The real problem isn't radiation at all."