I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 687 Third-Party Agreement

Is it too presumptuous to fight on someone else's turf?

That's a joke. The Alliance and the Horde never stay quiet in contested territories. In so-called neutral areas, without strong security, the Alliance and the Horde will still take action, even if it means facing guards.

Sometimes it's a fight to the death, sometimes it's just for fun...

Fighting was not allowed in the black market either.

Merchants crave order, and only those with descendants dare to open shops in lawless areas. The Underground City is unique; located in the region beneath the rift world, it is indeed Horde territory overhead, but the super underground corridors that extend to the vicinity of Mount Hyjal actually reach the edge of Felwood Forest, which is the chaotic zone.

The original second level of the underground city's black market was a beautiful place, a paradise on earth, a private domain, with astral technology, bubble ecological plant treehouses, and exotic beasts everywhere.

If it weren't for Lorraine's presumptuousness—too presumptuous of her—and her unwillingness to be manipulated and disinfected, she would have been different.

Therefore, there was no electromagnetic monster. If we're talking about this, the responsibility doesn't lie with Lorraine, but with Erica, Covent, and Rose, the goblin heiresses with earrings and tongue studs.

She said she was going to take Lorraine to the control room on the third floor, and now that she's just come in, she's made a mess of things...

The private club, painstakingly built by venture capital firms, the botanical garden created with miniature space technology from the Star Realm Consortium, the Ark test site of the Tree of Life, and the Heaven on Earth where bigwigs enjoy spending their money, are now in complete disarray.

At the very least, it was a scene of ruins, devastation, and the loss of souls.

The mechanical giant's belly had a hole, the work of a monster like Lorraine.

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Look at how it's turned out!

Do you think you're Diablo? Or some Space Marine from the Empire? You've completely wreaked havoc on their black market...

Little Lorraine, how are we going to handle this?

The Crimson Mist Old Bull Druid was watching the situation unfold with great interest. He had already tried it; the Six Demons were welded to Lorraine's chest.

Although the outcome was somewhat different from what was expected, Lorraine is still largely the person prophesied by the White Bull Venerable to unite the alliance and the tribes against a common enemy.

Of course, the Alliance and the Horde are united against a common enemy, except when they're bullying the trolls, encountering the invincible demons of the Burning Legion, or, right now, when they're trying to find a scapegoat...

This is a clash of regular armies, with both sides possessing a full complement of troops, magic, and firearms.

The black market's formidable security force was completely absorbed by Lorraine, and Mr. Charles, the penguin butler, was nearly devastated. The goblins' advantage vanished, and their property suffered heavy losses.

I don't know how much performance-based pay will be deducted. The group's losses will be passed on to the employees; this is called cost and risk sharing...

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control again, the Penguin, who had finally managed to quell the crisis created by Lorraine, was now faced with this major upheaval. This senior advisor at the venture capital firm couldn't help but suspect that the Horde and the Alliance had joined forces to seize the company's territory.

After much hesitation, he secretly pressed the emergency button...

Major shareholders, even those located in distant outer realms or across star systems, need to be aware of the company's crises at all times. These big shots also possess weapons and reliance that ordinary employees do not have.

If you are unsure about something, be sure to report it...

This is the true understanding of cattle and horses.

The penguins were so frustrated with themselves for trying to withstand the invasion. The fierce attack destroyed several botanical gardens and cost them thousands of troops.

Having witnessed General Yu Yue's orbital cannon, although it failed to kill the enemy she sought to purify, the innocent lives it wrought and the resulting destruction were no less than those caused by the magnetic monster earlier—in fact, they were greater, more powerful, and more prolonged...

"Gentlemen, you have signed a security agreement with us. The botanical garden is not a place where guns and cannons are used. Even if a piece of wood is damaged on a normal day, it will be a major property loss for the group."

"Do you know that the steel plates beneath your feet, the botanical garden barriers constructed with precision launchers, and the rare and precious ornamental plants—every single one of them is priceless?"

"We've got at least a million gold coins, everyone! Calm down, peace and love! If you don't want to lose any more money, you'd better put your tempers to rest. That's all I have to say, guards!"

The penguin was at his emotional peak, and he didn't care whether he could deal with General Feathermoon's sisters or the Frostwolf Shaman's Seven Wolves Legion.

Even if we risk our lives, we can't let things continue to escalate like this...

For neutral forces to survive, they must be stronger than the Horde and the Alliance. Of course, they may not be able to compete with giants like the Alliance and the Horde, in terms of either quantity or quality.

However, in the underground city, goblin technology crushes everything.

The goblin mechs made up for the lack of manpower, their revolutionary combat power almost made the venture capital firms overconfident, regarding all the heroes of the world as mere chickens and dogs...

My giant excavator—no, my giant harvester—is crushing the orc brutes and human knights.

With mages, archers, and magical mechs appearing, who dares to challenge them...?

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

When Infected Zero arrived as planned and entered the underground city, the weapons test results were extremely disappointing. The terrifying Scourge army truly lived up to its reputation.

Two Death Knights alone are enough to deal with the goblins' most advanced, world-destroying secret weapon.

This nearly drove the president of the venture capital firm to despair. He began to doubt his own talent, and to question whether the fusion technology he had acquired—whether through heavy investment, theft, or borrowing—from the Legion, the Voidwalkers, gnomes, or even the Draenei, was truly inferior to the Creator's old toys...

Goblins are fearless; they'll do anything to make money.

Of course, the prerequisite is to stay alive in order to enjoy the gold coins you earn.

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The venture capital firm misjudged Lorraine's capabilities and underestimated the value of Patient Zero.

Lorraine, the Plaguebringer, is different; he is a necromancer and a dead man, and he possesses strange artifacts.

The goblins, who could even negotiate with Deathwing, were now somewhat confused. Was death truly invincible?

Even the powerful Titans of the Pantheon were subdued by Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion. The goblins wondered if only by siding with the Burning Legion could their businesses be truly secure.

The Black Dragonflight, the Twilight Council, the orcs, the Defias, or even the dragons—none of them are reliable...

Compared to Charles, the penguin overseer of the underground city, who was anxious and helpless, Lorraine thought to himself, how could the old orc shaman turn his back on him?

It's just a six-piece magic pack, right?

I'll give it to you...

I'm not the thief; the real thief is that cunning cow...

"Ugh, why can't I get it down... Seriously? Don't mess with me, bro, it's going to kill you..."

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