Vol 2 Chapter 797: : Social people

Kalimdor Continent, Yongye Palace, Hu's private side hall.
The atmosphere was extremely serious. Boss Hu was banging on the table case without speaking for a long time, and he sighed from time to time.
"You Titan can't talk?"
Stella Gosa leaned down and stared affectionately with boss Hu who had kept her head down.
Looking at the spring light inside the V-neck robe, boss Hu sighed again.
Worry!
I do n’t know who ’s mouth is so broken. There is news that the old rogue Sarodal ca n’t help it anymore, and it ’s going to ride the dragon late at night. This makes the people of Azeroth who love ethics gossip very concerned.
It is actually correct to say that it is family ethics. After all, the dragon is called the Titan and the Goddess. Then, on the contrary, the Titan should call the dragon. . . Ok. . . This is the problem.
"Trouble collecting milk, I saw it all."
Boss Hu pointed to the neckline of the robe, and Miss Lanlong immediately looked down, and then a burst of penetrating treble, trotting out, turned into a dragon form and spread his wings to leave.
In this regard, the well-known man Kael'thas in Quel'Thalas expressed his gratification. The old saying is good, the feng shui turns, and your Titan Sarodar also has today, ha ha ha ha ha hiccups.
The man of Rilong and the man of Rijing are now sympathetic to each other. The outsiders are extremely concerned about the nightlife of the two brothers, whether they sleep in the original form or in the form of sleeping incarnation.
As for the human paladin Marcus who is in the air every day, he is no longer news for the people of the world of Azeroth.
Even if he released his words and said that he wanted to use Naru, the people who ate melons expressed no surprise.
You Marcus is a special case. Who do you love and who do you love? We do n’t think it ’s news at all. Come on, I hope you can wear Naru as soon as possible.
Orgrimmar, underground fortress, core hall.
The corpses of the ancient heroes of the mantis demon fell to the ground like broken sacks, and the whole army was annihilated. Their behavior was placed on the history book of the mainland of Pandaria. Go to death.
Get the job done, the ancient Yingjie part of Mantis Demon is finished, go home and eat!
To return to the truth, because the twilight field of the ancient Cthulhu completely closed the hall, all the Chief Guards and the Mantis demon troops sent to support by the Karaksi Council were all explained here, and they were all fighting. dead.
The praying mantis has no psychological pressure to kill. Not to mention the orc brothers who are suffering, let alone kill them, no matter how they are, they have long lost the glory of the tribal warriors, and they are no different from the evil orcs of the old tribe. But the energy form is different.
At this point, Chief Chief Garrosh is no different from the commander of the bare rod. All the troops loyal to his army have died, and the lonely family is just like that.
Oh wrong, there is still a little difference. There is also a large-scale military factory in the lowest level of the underground fortress. The equipment is well-equipped and the assembly line is complete. The goblin engineers of the rusty water tyrant are manufacturing various war machines there day and night.
But well, Gary Vickers, who became the last line of defense, is not so glorious at the moment.
Compared to being loyal to the tribe's shit, the trade prince is more concerned about the policy support that Garrosh has brought for him, and the huge amount of gold coins that have fallen into his pocket.
The glory of the tribe? what is that? Can you eat it? Are there clear provisions in the membership treaty?
And now in this situation, the big fool can see that Garrosh is about to finish. He is about to fall from the high tribal chieftain to the abyss, and become a war prisoner who is likely to be publicly executed.
He could n’t bury him for himself, did he?
You still have a great luxury life to enjoy, die with you Garrosh? Don't make trouble, big brother.
Therefore, after seeing the arrival of the main force of the tribal resistance army, Gary Vickers did not carry out any form of resistance and directly opened the iron gate of the extremely thick military factory fortress. The dozens of engineering pipelines inside showed In front of the rebel soldiers.
"I surrender! Surrender! Don't attack, our rusty water tyrant will not fight! All surrender!"
Gary Vickers rode a large goblin feller, raised the loudspeaker in his hand, and yelled at the tribe rebels.
However, this goblin capitalist is not stupid. He still kept his eyes open. Although he yelled to surrender in his mouth, the goblin and ogren employees of his rusty water tyrant did not lay down their weapons. Standby alert status.
What kind of international joke, his life is very precious, if the tribe rebels are not willing to give themselves a way of life, they have to run away. Besides, there are many life-saving means in the hands of the trading prince.
"Garyvex, your surrender can be accepted, but your rusty water tyrant will no longer be the sole leader of the tribal goblin, the board of the Goblin United Group will replace your dictatorship, of course, you will still be on this board Part of the seats is obtained, this is already the maximum tolerance for your accomplices in war. "
Ahhhhh! Have a joke! Gary Vickers burst into tears when he heard that, and the whole person was in trouble.
Really want to do this, how much less gold you have to earn! ?
Gary Vickers, who just thought his life was invaluable, now changed his mind immediately, and he decided to put his love for gold coins on his life.
"Fart! The rust water chaebol is the future of tribal goblins! We have mastered the core technology! We are the leader! What vulgar and mentally handicapped ordinary goblin workers want to form a joint group? Eat shit! I want to do it for myself The right to fight for your own gold coins! War !!! Money !!! "
Gary Vickers shouted with a sharp voice, and the excellent quality of the goblin that demanded money and life was unobstructed. Social society ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The military industry is still solely responsible for your rusty water money, private commercial The Goblin Joint Board of Directors will jointly decide that you have a third of the seats. "
Thrall ignored the shouting of the goblins, and threw a contract directly over, then calmly stared at the trading prince sitting on the goblin lumber, and then pulled out his own weapon of destruction and held it in his hand.
The meaning is very clear, you weigh yourself, vote or fight.
"Employees! For the glory of goblins! For our gold coins! For our monopoly! For our five insurances and one gold! We have to fight ..."
Snapped!
The contract fell on Gary Vickers' face, and the goblin took a look.
After a while. . .
"Deal! Employees, lay down their weapons and surrender! Surrender to the great and wise temporary chieftain! Rustwater Chaebol firmly defends the glory of the tribe!"