Chapter 707: The Steamwheedle Consortium

Chapter 707 The Hot Sand Consortium

At this time, Charlemagne didn't know that Naxxramas had followed Alsace's order to head south quickly.

The Alliance's Skyfire observed Naxxramas' retreat from the air, but the messengers they sent to ride the Griffin are still on the way to avoid a large number of natural disaster air forces.

Charlemagne is listening to the report of the oil field from Emeril, who he specially sent back to Un'Goro Crater to investigate intelligence.

"Jalod has already occupied all the oil fields in the northern part of Un'Goro Crater. At that time, a group of goblins who claimed to have ownership of the oil fields rushed out of the Marshall camp to attack the oath..."

"ha?"

Charlemagne dug out his ears, as if he didn't hear clearly, "You said goblins...actively attacked Jarod's army?"

Emeril shrugged his shoulders and said, "You heard me right, at most a hundred or so goblins launched an attack on Jarod's army of thousands of people, and the result... Needless to say."

"Ah…"

Charlemagne shook his head and laughed, "These goblins really dare to do anything for money, and the open-air unowned oil fields dare to talk about them. How did Garrod deal with those goblins?"

"Let's go after a lesson, but before leaving, the goblin at the head said angrily that he is an executive of the Steamwheedle Consortium, which will definitely make Garrod look good."

"The Steamwheedle Consortium?"

Charlemagne touched his chin, "The Steamwheedle Consortium is one of the most financially powerful consortiums among the goblins, and the venture capital company has always firmly held the position of the first and second goblin consortia."

"Including Everlook Town in Winterspring Valley, Ratchet City in the Barren Land, Booty Bay in Stranglethorn Vale, Glittering Plains Racing Desert Circuit and Tanaris Gadgetzan, Steam Sand Port are all industries under their name...you have investigation Have you ever been to that guy? Really an executive from the Steamwheedle Consortium?"

It was originally supposed to be located in Area 52 of Netherstorm, although it still exists, but due to the insufficient development of the outer domain in this timeline, the development of Area 52 is far behind the scale in the original history.

As for K3, which was supposed to be located in the Storm Cliff... the goblins were captured by Thorim's Brunhilda Valkyrie as soon as they entered the Storm Cliff for breeding... No male came out alive, and the female goblins naturally all scared away.

Emeril nodded solemnly and replied, "I secretly asked Xue Yu to follow him back to the Steamwheedle Port to investigate. He is indeed a manager of the Steamwheedle Consortium, but he is not the executive he bragged about, but just a middle-level manager. That's all."

"However, this guy's boss seems to have a high status. After he went back and cried a lot, he got the understanding and support of his boss. Now the senior managers of the Steam Sand Consortium are meeting in their capital Gadgetzan to discuss this matter."

"Hmm... It seems that the Steamwheedle Consortium will not let it go."

The goblins who were born in Kezan are very aware of the value of oil. The open-air oil fields in Un'Goro Crater have long been regarded as their own property. Charlemagne's predation this time... has undoubtedly offended this group of green-skinned dwarves who are greedy for money. .

"Continue to monitor the Steamwheedle Consortium...I always feel that these Grandet want to make a big news secretly."

"yes!"

Opening the portal to send Emeril back to Tanaris, Charlemagne got up and left the indoor area of ​​the Apocalypse Fortress, and went to the open-air balcony to breathe with Mr. Bigworth.

Mr. Kitty stuck his head out from Charlemagne's chest when he walked to a place where the air was ventilated, and "meowed" at Charlemagne with a bit of aggrieved face.

Smiling and touching Mr. Bigworth's little head, Charlemagne comforted softly, "Don't worry, we won't stay in this fortress for too long, as long as we take down the front gate, we can enter the Icecrown Camped before the fort."

"Although the climate is relatively cold, at least the air quality will be much better than in the Apocalypse Fortress. Just bear with it for now."

"Meow~"

Mr. Bigworth is a kitten that has undergone half-dead transformation after all. Although he still feels uncomfortable due to the external climate, at least his physical resistance is much stronger than that of ordinary kittens.

Once a normal cat enters Northrend, it will probably be shivering from the cold immediately. The frozen soil of Icecrown Glacier can even freeze them into cat sticks...

The attack on the Stitch Field is still going on in an orderly manner, and the progress in the north of Jotunheim is also very smooth. Hamuul and Barre have led the tauren to the barbaric platform in front of the Lord Ufran's hall.

Now they only need to break into the lord's hall and kill the lord of Jotunheim, and this area occupied by the Yulding Vikul will completely fall under the control of the oath.

However, Charlemagne's original good mood disappeared suddenly when he received the news from Gureste the next day.

He read the contents of the letter with a gloomy face, and crumpled the paper into a ball, "Brand! I will open the portal and send you back to Paradise Island, and immediately notify Krasus and Isarios to attack. We have Trouble..."

Today, the oath troops outside the stitching field are mainly composed of the Apocalypse Knights and a part of Theramore Artillery.

Although there are also a small number of gargoyles and undead griffin cavalry in the Apocalypse Fortress, they are obviously not enough in the face of Naxxramas, which is well-prepared and much larger than the Apocalypse Fortress.

Bare's Skyhorn tribe is currently fighting the Vrykul's progenitor dragoons near the Barbarian Terrace, and they can't get away for the time being. The only air force they can rely on nearby is the dragon army stationed on Paradise Island.

But it will take a certain amount of time for the dragon army to rush over. During this time, the Apocalypse Knights must hold Naxxramas hard while resisting the attack of the ground troops in the stitching field. The pressure can be imagined.

After Charlemagne sent Gurest's messenger away, he immediately summoned Jaina and the senior generals of the Apocalypse Knights, and told them the news just received.

Mograine frowned and said, "Naxamas... Its size is at least three times that of the Apocalypse Fortress, and there are quite a lot of troops stored inside. Although it is not known which natural disaster officers are inside, it is indeed a bit difficult. Do it."

Thassarian, an elite death knight who had just surrendered, raised his hand and asked, "Can I say something? I still have some understanding of the current situation in Naxxramas."

Charlemagne stretched out his hand and said, "Please tell me, a little more information is very useful to us."

"Yes, the internal force of Naxxramas is mainly a mixture of air force and infantry, about 20,000. They learned a lesson when they were breached before. Now Kel'Thuzad rarely uses two-way teleportation arrays."

"Unless they are in a safe rear area, the rest of the time basically use undead griffins to transport troops."

"Patchwick, Glass, and Grobrus, which were killed by you last time, have all been reassembled, and Thaddeus has also completed the final debugging."

"In addition to the Black Witch Farina and Plaguebringer Noth who happened to escape from the School of Spirituality last time, this mobile fortress of natural disasters has outstanding combat effectiveness, and it is also the sharpest weapon under the Lich King's hands." sharp knife."

Thassarian sat down consciously after finishing his report, leaving a dignified command room for everyone present.