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"Right now, what I want to know most is, which damned guy was it who leaked our route and landing site?"

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"Refusing to apologize and pay compensation?"

Tennys's voice rose an octave.

“That’s right. Daelin directly shifted the blame to us, saying that the ship must have been doing business with the orcs, and that as the admiral of Kul Tiras, he had an obligation to intercept all trade routes related to the orcs—well, I expected this answer. A man like him wouldn’t take the anger of Ratchet seriously at all.”

Gazlowe casually shoved Dalin's reply under the paperweight, looking completely unconcerned.

"Does he have evidence?"

"His evidence is that he is an experienced naval general who can guess the route at a glance. In addition, he also vaguely implied that without our goblin 'help,' the war alliance several years ago would not have been able to collapse so easily."

"That war... wasn't it when the Rustwater Consortium and the Horde were doing the most business? We still haven't recouped the money we lost to the Alliance!"

“Yes, but perhaps in Daelin’s eyes, all goblins are the same. But it doesn’t matter. Since he has chosen not to follow the rules, I don’t need to follow them either. Tanis, write me a letter to Hot Sands Harbor informing them of this, and attach a copy of the video chip.”

"Shouldn't we notify the alliance?"

Tanis asked as she wrote the letter.

"No need. The trade prince of the Hot Sands Consortium will naturally lodge a diplomatic protest with the Alliance over this matter."

A smile appeared on Gazlowe's lips, a smile that Tannis rarely saw, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Notify the construction team to help the orcs build their capital as quickly as possible. Remember to bring heavy equipment. At the same time, have the trade department rearrange the order order, putting the orc tribe's order as the highest priority."

XIII. The mobilization of Ratchet City

Thrall sat casually on a huge rock, gazing at the endless, desolate wilderness with a furrowed brow, not even noticing Vol'jin approaching him.

"Great Chieftain, the soldiers of the Dark Spear tribe are armed and ready to serve at your command."

"Thank you very much, Woking."

Thrall's expression softened upon learning that the Darkspear tribe still supported him despite their dire circumstances, and Vol'jin asked the question he was concerned about.

"Is Theramore Island... unable to handle this situation?"

“Daelin is Jaina’s father. Jaina’s refusal to help her father fight against us, and her promise to inform us when her father arrives at Theramore, is the limit of what she can do. We cannot expect her to do more for us.”

"What about the Night Elves?"

"The night elves promised that if things went to the worst, they would allow the old, weak, sick, and disabled among us to seek refuge in Ashenvale to preserve the last vestiges of our tribe's strength. If the humans pursued these tribe members into their territory, they would step in to save them."

"It seems we at least have a way out... Wait, who is that?"

Vol'jin suddenly noticed a stranger at the end of the road, wearing a bearskin cloak, with pale yellow skin, leading a huge brown bear. He appeared to be an orc, but was much stronger than the average orc. Undoubtedly, his destination was Orgrimmar, which was under construction.

"I've never seen him before, but he's undoubtedly a powerful warrior!"

Before Vol'jin could say anything, Thrall jumped off the rock to greet the unfamiliar visitor.

"Hello, strong warrior, I am Thrall, the Warchief of the Orcish Horde. May I ask who you are?"

"Heroic chieftain, I salute you. I am a wanderer, you may call me Rexxar. I have been commissioned by one of your fallen warriors to deliver a message."

Rexxar rummaged in the leather pouch on his chest for a moment, then pulled out a crumpled letter stained with blood and handed it to Thrall.

"Thank you, Warrior."

Thrall took the letter and read it quickly. After finishing, his expression darkened, and he handed the letter to Vol'jin beside him.

"Voljin, this is a big problem. The humans have already landed on the Durotar coast."

"How could that be? Didn't they say from Theramore?"

Woking glanced at the letter and his eyes widened.

"It seems Daelin plans to eliminate us first before explaining the necessity of killing us to Jaina. In that case, we'll have no choice but to confront her head-on... Huh?"

Hearing the sound, Thrall looked up at the sky and saw several huge flying machines bearing the emblem of Ratchet. Each of them had a large metal box hanging below it, giving it a very full appearance.

"Ratchet? They're not..."

Vol'jin, recalling that Ratchet had stated it would not intervene in the long-standing feud between the Alliance and the Horde, stroked his chin, somewhat confused.

"I don't know why they're making such a big fuss about coming, but the arrival of Ratchet is undoubtedly a good thing!"

Thrall, finally feeling that there might be good news, perked up and patted Rexxar on the shoulder, who was standing next to him, in a very familiar manner, and spoke.

"Come on! I'll take you to see the great benefactors who helped our tribe settle here!"

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"Careful! Careful! Don't break anything! The sea isn't calm right now, and airlifting is very expensive!"

On a rock, Boltbolt, who had been appointed as the chief foreman of the Orgrimmar construction project, stood on a wooden crate, loudly directing the Ratchet workers to unload the equipment and materials they had brought, while Thrall directed the Horde laborers to carry the unloaded goods to the designated location in Ratchet.

"This thing... looks like a cannon? But this cannon seems a bit different from the cannons used by dwarves?"

Rexxar, who had also come to help, tapped a metal pipe and asked uncertainly.

"That's right, this is the latest land-based rapid-fire cannon developed by Ratchet City, specifically designed to deal with those guys who charge in without thinking twice."

Baoshuan turned around and grinned, expressing his satisfaction with Rexsa's discerning eye.

"I remember Thrall saying that you're here to help repair Orgrimmar."

Rexar draped the tow rope over his shoulder and looked at Blast Bolt with a bewildered expression. Blast Bolt shrugged and spread his hands.

"There's no other way. We didn't want to bring these things that waste transportation capacity, but some self-important guys wanted to break our business rules, so we had to waste some transportation capacity to protect our own business."

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General Dailin was very anxious.

Yes, although his main purpose in coming to this continent—to ascertain the safety of his daughter—had been perfectly accomplished, the thought that his daughter had actually mingled with those green-skinned beasts, the orcs, and even spoke well of them made him furious. To be fair, the men of Theramore Island were the best warriors in Kul Tiras, so how could they have forgotten their hatred for the orcs in less than half a year?

Then, the situation in Ratchet infuriated him. Although he knew that not compensating for the ship would offend Ratchet, he felt that Ratchet's demand for compensation was provocative in itself. After all, the legendary fleet of Kul Tiras practically ruled the seas of Azeroth. Not to mention that the ship they sank was bound to some orc settlement, and compensating for such a ship would undoubtedly deal a blow to the morale of the fleet.

Then, he was also concerned about whether there was a mole in the fleet. Whether it was changing the course or sinking the Ratchet ships, these things should only be known to the people in the fleet. He had also calculated the time it would take for the survivors on the Ratchet ships to return to Ratchet. The conclusion was that it would take them at least twice as long to return. So, how did Ratchet manage to know the movements of his fleet so accurately?

These terrible problems had left General Dalyn in a very bad mood for the past few days, a mood that continued until he received some good news from his scouts.

"General, we've found the den of those beasts."

XIV. Dalin's Collision with the Wall

Durotar, Orgrimmar.

In this place that Thrall planned as the future capital of the orcish Horde, a bustling construction project was underway. Engineering machinery from Ratchet moved back and forth on the ground, shoveling away excess sand and gravel to dig deep pits for foundations, or hauling hundreds of tons of cargo to their destinations. Goblin construction engineers compared blueprints with blueprints, reprimanding the laborers of Ratchet or the orc peons assigned to them by Thrall to place all sorts of things in their proper places. In the sky, several flying vehicles shuttled back and forth, transporting people and goods between the cliffs and the ground. At the highest point of the cliffs, the flags of Ratchet and the Horde fluttered in the wind, displaying the status of the rulers here.

"Ratchet City..."

On a high vantage point in the distance, Daelin put down his binoculars, frowned, and through the specially designed binoculars with Eagle Eye activated, he could clearly see the cannons arranged in a seemingly chaotic but actually orderly manner on the hillsides near Orgrimmar, blatantly and without any attempt at concealment.

"Those green-skinned dwarves seem determined to oppose us. General, give the order! The warriors of Kul Tiras fear no challenge."

Golanis gripped his warhammer tightly, staring at Daelin with eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Then the first strike is yours, Golanis. Make sure to destroy their artillery positions before those goblins can react."

"no problem."

With Daelin's approval, Golanis waved his hand, and a small squad of elite soldiers followed him down the cliff via a side path. But the moment they stepped onto the ground below, which could barely be identified as a path, a goblin's distinctive shrill cry rang out without warning.

"Your Excellency Daelin, ruler of Kul Tiras, admiral of the Alliance navy, and commander-in-chief of the legendary fleet, Baron Gazlowe of Ratchet, the chief architect of Orgrimmar, and Tannis the Great Tinker salute you!"

"!!!"

Daelin quickly drew his sword and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came. Golanis and his squad, who had already descended the cliff, also stopped and stood ready. Daelin's chief archmage, Shar, even began chanting a spell and setting up a barrier.

"Here, I reiterate our position in the conflict between Ratchet and the Orcish Horde. Ratchet will not deliberately favor either side; that is to say, Ratchet will remain neutral in principle. However, Ratchet will not allow either side to harm its interests. If any side insists on taking actions that harm Ratchet's interests, Ratchet will regretfully take necessary measures to protect its property and safety."

As Dai Lin was deploying his troops, the sound of bolts exploding rang out again. This time, Dai Lin saw clearly that the sound was coming from a hovering aircraft, about the size of a vulture.

"Tell your baron that if he insists on helping the orcish tribe build their capital, Kul Tiras will consider this a challenge and will no longer recognize Ratchet's neutrality."

Dai Lin stepped forward and spoke loudly.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Daelin, but before you arrived in Kalimdor, we had already signed a comprehensive contract with Warchief Thrall. The contract covers many aspects, including trade, construction, arms, and transportation. If you are concerned that our trade with the orcish Horde poses a threat to you, you can formally contact Ratchet. We can hold a three-way... or rather a four-way meeting to resolve this issue?"

"Shut your stinking mouth! You green dwarf! You only have two choices! Get out of the way, or get crushed!"

Before Daelin could reply, the hot-tempered Golanis couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his warhammer and shouted curses.

"Lord Daelin, is Lord Glennis's intention the same as yours?"

To Glennis's surprise, Bolt was not provoked, but instead calmly tossed the ball to Dale.

“That’s right! When it comes to orcs, Kul Tiras will not negotiate, nor can it resolve issues through negotiation. To me, only dead orcs are good orcs—goblins, get out of the way, or we will crush you all.”

Dai Lin's answer made Bao Shuan laugh.

"Lord Daelin, for us goblins of the Hot Sands Consortium, reputation is more important than life. We are not like those nobles in your alliance who turn their backs on their promises—once a contract is signed, it must be executed unless another contract replaces it."

"You will not be allowed to insult the Alliance! Our nobles are not like you profit-driven goblins!"

Although Daelin didn't have a good impression of some members of the Alliance, Bao Shuan's words still made him slightly angry, after all, he was also a member of the Alliance's nobles.

"Is that so? Then could you please trouble Admiral Daelin of Kul Tiras to settle the inventory of arms that Sir Lothar purchased from us, with interest?"

Tannis's voice replaced the sound of the bolt exploding. At the same time, a densely packed list was projected into the air. The numbers on it were so large that Daelin was a little dizzy. Then, several pieces of paper with messy handwriting and stamps were also projected. Daelin could tell at a glance that the handwriting and the stamps were all Sir Lothar's!

"Killing someone doesn't necessarily mean paying with your life, but debts must be repaid. Admiral Daelin, due to Sir Lothar's special status, this debt should rightfully fall on the Alliance. As the ruler of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, one of the seven kingdoms of the Alliance, shouldn't you set an example?"

"Isn't Ratchet afraid that maritime trade routes will no longer be 'safe' in the future?"

Dai Lin took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"If the trade routes are no longer safe, our merchant ships will only need to pay the customs duties they are due, and won't need to pay any other fees, right?"

"Enough! Does Ratchet really want to challenge the kings of the sea, the legendary fleet of Kul Tiras?! Aren't you afraid your trade routes will be completely cut off?!"

Now Daelin finally understood that Ratchet not only wanted to protect its trade with the orcish tribes, but also intended to challenge the 'unspoken rule' of Kul Tiras's rule over the trade routes between the two continents!

"Please allow me to answer you with one sentence, General Dailin."