klisemfg Chapter 670 Rebel
Chapter 670 Rebel
The black market should theoretically be chaotic and disorderly, or something hidden in the shadows.
The underground city feels completely different.
It turns out that the rules of the black market and the laws of the underground city are even stricter and more detailed than those of Orgrimmar or Stormwind. Unscrupulous merchants and lawbreakers are more adept at weaving vague so-called laws.
These rules are backward compatible and strictly protect the interests of the powerful and influential.
The premise is that the violent security system maintains the stability of the fake civilized black market. The appearance of Lorraine is clearly a major crisis and an opportunity.
The goblin tycoons and conglomerates thousands of miles away are watching the situation in Kalimdor closely. They are not afraid of war, nor do they care about the displacement, hunger, or death of civilians or native inhabitants.
What they care about is whether there is an opportunity to continue to make a fortune amidst the chaos, steadily clinging to the Alliance or Horde faction and profiting from both sides.
It's all business...
Only minor characters like Lorraine are fighting, striving, struggling, and seeking.
Ironically, if a gang gains power and controls all affairs in a region, able to influence the government and the country, it ceases to be a gang and becomes a black kingdom, more powerful and orderly than some insignificant small countries.
This distorted order has been running for decades or even centuries, simply because everyone's attention is always focused on the two bustling continents, naturally ignoring the many areas and corners on the planet Azeroth where mortals live.
No one pays attention to underdeveloped regions or lost islands.
It's like a hell on earth, a demon kingdom, or an island of mature women.
In the mouths of the goblins, it was even touted as heaven or the land of freedom.
Many missing persons appeared at the Goblin Arena of Will. Most of the unfortunate adventurers died on their way to the other side of the endless sea near the whirlpool. Only a few actually passed through the Dark Portal and arrived in the magical Outer Realm.
The end of the space journey is a springboard for spirits and demons, which is truly terrifying.
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Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Those who claim to enlighten and awaken you usually have no conscience at all; they are just scheming to offer sacrifices to evil gods.
Just like goblins who always smile and talk a lot, in reality, anything can be sold as a bargaining chip.
Miss Rose's valuation of Lorraine had increased at least tenfold. The price of a 500,000 gold artifact was now 5 million gold coins. The chance of winning the lottery and gaining wealth was right beside her, and the heiress of the tycoon family remained calm.
She kept typing characters into her mechanical knuckle duster, as if she were transmitting some information, or calculating some parameters, or estimating some energy threshold.
At this moment, Lorraine was like an artificial thundercloud, releasing lightning and fire with different energies in his left and right hands, each strike creating a large area and each inhalation creating a large mass.
If his teacher, Rowling, were sober at this moment, he would surely have found it incredibly satisfying.
Lorin, however, was somewhat annoyed and anxious...
He couldn't stop firing indiscriminately, as if some uncontrollable desire was rising within him, and he couldn't help but want to release it.
Thunderfire tore apart the protective membrane of the goblin tycoons' precious artificial ecological park, destroying at least two neutral zone trading posts. Their fragments, along with the resources within, and even the intelligent beings who had previously held them in place, all fell to the ground.
They fell into the giant's navel, where there was a scorching golden furnace leading to the giant's energy core.
The reactor, capable of incinerating everything, can provide enough electricity for the underground city to light even if it only burns a little garbage. Therefore, it is usually the entrance for incinerating waste, which includes traces of destruction, such as the corpses of fallen gladiators, diseased experimental subjects, the wreckage of failed war mechs, or captured invaders and so-called criminal prisoners.
The criminals caught by unscrupulous individuals like venture capital firms could be either zealous environmental enthusiasts, soldiers from tribes or alliances, or, in most cases, ordinary indigenous people or mercenaries on missions.
If Lorraine cannot escape, the worst outcome might be that she will be swept into the garbage chute and burned, just like the fragments of the Pyramid Head magic mech.
Applying pressure to the other party is an excellent outcome.
Although Lorraine tried her best to control this highly destructive force...
The goblins would not tolerate allowing an intruder to run rampant, but the loss of more than half of their elite mech guards showed the underground city's defenders that the intruder was simply beyond their capabilities.
So far, Lorraine is already comparable to a small giant, his size is close to that of a medium-sized purple ecological bubble, and he is still constantly consuming and increasing his size.
It's as if a lightning-powered mechanical gorilla has emerged from the belly of this immortal-level steel giant in the underground city. This creature is wreaking havoc, absorbing the essence of flesh and blood and steel metal.
Those who get close cannot escape...
Coincidentally, Lorraine's body energy came from the energy core of Pyramid Head, which she had secretly absorbed. Legion-level magical mechs possessed world-destroying energy, and the goblin engineers may not have fully deciphered the technical parameters provided by the Voidlings; they couldn't comprehend stellar-level power.
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"Where are you going? Don't you dare back down!"
"Brother, we're not retreating, we're leaving the underground city. It's not safe here anymore."
"You are company employees! Do your job! When Lord Kaz's inspection team returns, you will all be sent to the dark room!"
"Yes, just employees... I quit, I'll find someone else. Our verbal contract didn't include a clause about risking our lives... Besides, Lord Katz isn't even here, who are we trying to impress... Farewell, Mr. Charles..."
The soldiers are fleeing; they have realized the situation.
Those who were not afraid of death all became part of Lorraine's body. Now Lorraine was wrapped up tightly, surrounded by corpses and various pieces of iron. She could not see outside, but she could feel it.
Everything was a faint electromagnetic induction, a sensation that seemed more direct than sight, with all living organisms and electronic systems right before my eyes.
In other words, most of the mortals and mechanical circuits in the underground city were right in front of Lorraine, but of course it couldn't move and didn't even understand what its body was supposed to do.
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Mr. Charles is a penguin who wears a tuxedo, and his catchphrase is: "Want to top up, sir?"
This guy is a high-end financial steward in the inner circle, responsible for exchanging various gold coins or tokens for high-end clients. Because different races and factions have different needs, the underground city can make a fortune through the exchange business, not to mention that they also charge service fees.
At this point, the Penguin's authority was challenged, the death of the elite guards caused the black market to collapse, his subordinates became disobedient, and his boss was nowhere to be found.
The penguin was sweating, a rare sight. It was anxious; who could stop Lorraine? Turning its head, it saw several figures emerge from the largest purple bubble—they were the ones who went against the tide...