The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Fortunately, they met the tribe on the island.

As a result, after arriving at Azshara, who was resettling goblin refugees in the tribe, he was surprised to find that the disgusting fat pig Gary Vix suddenly changed and became their plenipotentiary and leader in the tribe!

In addition, he also has an employment contract brought from Kezan, as well as a breach of contract payment that can be heard from ear to ear.

In Grizzick’s view, Garrivix only knew how to flatter the tribal chiefs, just like spending a lot of money to transform Azshara, tearing the ground with a logging machine, digging for oil with a well drill, and hanging on a tree. Full of colorful lights. This is a complete waste of time and money-the value of the two is the same.

Walking out of the crumbling shack, near the pleasant moment of dusk, the heat in the air is gradually dissipating, and the sea breeze and waves have become so pleasant. Gritzke wore swimming trunks, walked to the lounge chair under the coconut tree, lay on it, put on his favorite sunglasses, and enjoyed the sun and the beach.

When he was still working for the Bilgewater Chaebol two years ago, such a life was really unimaginable.

Few people in the tribe can understand the idea of ​​goblins. He doesn't like dealing with dead people. Those cold and forgotten ones are covered tightly all day long, only showing seeping eyes, with bottles and jars inside. Full of poison. Orcs always point to him proudly, claiming to be the chief of the tribe. The tauren couldn't make sense at all. If they knew that the goblins would use explosives to blow up the ground and mountain peaks to mine ore, they would have to throw them all into the sea. The troll **** is talking about it, and has no interest in science. Pandaren are always so serious, as if they don't know what a joke is for a lifetime. The blood elves may be willing to have a drink with the goblins, but they only like beautiful ones. Except for one or two blood elves with abnormal aesthetics, no blood elves would think that the goblin race is related to the word beauty.

In short, he is free.

Except for a failed marriage, he got everything he wanted. With free laboratories, perfect experimental sites, and freely allocated working hours, Hot Sand Group often comes to order some products, and he can get rich remuneration. Sometimes, some adventurers will come here to buy some engineering props.

Who would talk about a reclusive goblin?

Grizick rubbed the tip of his nose, leaving his recent anxiety behind. Since the last time he came back from Hot Sands Port, he has been telling him instinctively that something is wrong.

Every afternoon, after enjoying the sun bath, he would return to the house and cook his own dinner.

A mechanical parrot flapped its wings and flew overhead.

That is his engineering work, he called it a "feather". This parrot will be on guard nearby, and any target close to the hut 200 meters away will be spotted by him, and then Grizzick will use his goblin Type II dragon rifle sniper type, teaches intruders not to break into private houses.

But usually he doesn't use this, even if he is a grumpy adventurer, he will be quiet in the territory of the Hot Sand Group. Not far away is Hot Sand Harbor, where there are many guards.

While making tea and humming out-of-tune music, Gritzke wondered whether he would go to Ratchet City tomorrow, which is the headquarters of the Resha Group. Compared with Gary Vix, the boss of Gazlowe’s The character is much better. The tribe may have some orders, engineering. It would be nice if he could be disgusting in business once after leaving the company.

He believes that if he is still an employee in the Bilgewater Chaebol, he probably won't even get his pension.

As we all know, those who are sent to the battlefield are old employees who are about to retire.

咚咚咚——

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door overwhelmed the steam from the kettle.

"Who?"

"It's me!"

Gritzke hadn't heard this voice. He hurried to the stove and used a wet handkerchief to lift the kettle from the fire. Before opening the door, he picked up the rifle placed on the dining table.

"Who are you?"

"It's me. Open the door quickly. I have something to discuss with Gritzker."

There are few such visitors, but not without them. Rude and savage, even breaking into the house at night to say what to buy, as if he was a demigod.

"It's late, I..."

Gritzke opened a crack in the door.

He swallowed the rest of the words.

A goblin in black overalls, wearing sunglasses, stood in front of the door. Behind him, there were more than twenty goblin wearing similar goblins. Gritzke couldn't see the exact number, not because it was dark.

At least twenty muskets were pointed at his head.

How did they get close? Gritzke thought quickly in his little head. Why didn't ‘Feather’ issue a warning?

As if seeing his thoughts, the leading goblin smiled slightly. His size is amazing, and in terms of the level of a goblin, he is indeed very strong.

"We temporarily quieted your little robot bird. You are not the only one who understands engineering, kid."

Swallowing hard, Gritzke decided to temporarily put the rifle aside, lest someone outside the door makes a wrong judgment and makes his head bloom.

"I know you." He said, "Are you Druze?"

"Yes, it's me."

The best bodyguard of the Prince of Trade.

"I have nothing to do with the Bilgewater Chaebol, and have nothing to do with the company." He shook his hands vigorously: "I have paid off the breach of contract damages!"

"Yeah, yeah, you paid it in full, but there is a new contract here." Then, Druze took out a contract: "Sign him, you are a new engineer hired by the Bilgewater Chaebol. ."

"This is strong buying and selling..."

Click--

He heard the sound of ammunition being loaded.

"Well, working for the Bilgewater Chaebol sounds very tempting, doesn't it?" Gritzke touched his chin and accepted the contract: "What benefits and treatment do I have?"

"Working twelve hours a day, six and a half days a week, the boss specially approved you for a half-day holiday." Druze patted him on the shoulder like a friend of Gritzker: "Go hard, the boss calls You, others don’t have that good opportunity."

"Wh, what? Wait, twelve hours? I remember not working ten hours a day, six days a week, isn't it all right? There is still one day off, and every month there is..."

"Come on, what kind of old account is that." Druze snorted, moved his knuckles, and dispelled Gritzke from reminding that it was only two years ago: "In the beloved Prince of Trade When working, thinking and trying to maximize profits for the Bilgewater Chaebol all the time, how can employees take a break while their boss is working? Now they work twelve hours a day, seven days a week. You see, the boss still allows them to sleep for ten. Two hours, very kind! Don’t you wake up after twelve hours? As for the holidays, only the old employees who have contributed to the holidays are worthy of the holidays. This is a reward. If everyone has a reward, it’s a mess. ...Have you signed it? Just press a fingerprint here."

Gritzke glanced at the beach behind Druze, then looked back: "Yeah, yeah, I'll sign..."

"Don't think that the guards of Hot Sand Harbor will come." Druze smiled, showing his burnt front teeth, and gave Gritzke a thumbs up: "Everyone has a price, and money can buy everything, right? ?"

Chapter 2924 Eyes of the Tribe

"Hi, isn't this the werewolf Zelin?!"

The demon hunter who put down his glass raised his eyes and looked at the entrance of the Sailor Inn. A blood elf wearing a scarf and blindfold raised his hand and waved to him. Behind her, a troll wiped his teeth and sighed.

"I think he probably doesn't remember us anymore, Tallen."

"How come? At that time, we killed many undead together in Karazhan! In the name of Nikko, my family hired me the best doctor for this."

As he said, the blood elf sat down opposite Zelin with a grin, slapped the pistol and scimitar hanging around his waist on the table, and stretched out his hand to Zelin: "Bal\'adashmalanore. I saw an acquaintance from that war. It’s good to survive."

"Me too." Zelin cleared his throat, holding the blood elf's delicate but cocooned hand stamp, and shook it gently: "It's nice to see you again, Talilian. And... ...Zaraka, right?"

The troll sat between the two of them, resting his hands on the table, and squeezing out a friendly smile with his mouth with long fangs: "Your memory is amazing, friend."

As the largest neutral city in Lordaeron, Booty Bay has always welcomed all customers-as long as they bring gold coins. In other words, before this bay city empties your pockets, the goblins of the Hot Sands Group will keep smiling for you. The Mariner Hotel is the largest and most special hotel in the area. Its layout is different from other places. It is three stories high and looks like a ship cut off in the middle, leaving the cabins as guest rooms, and the appearance inside, except for the lobby on the first floor, on the second and third floors. In fact, it is exactly the same as the cabin, and it is said to take care of the habits of sailors.

"After the Karazhan incident, I went home first. Ah, the beautiful Yangfan Port will always be the most wonderful port on the mainland of Lordaeron. I'm not exaggerating, I'm just stating the facts, if you It is fortunate to witness the beauty of Quel'Thalas, and I will definitely agree with my words."

Tallylian Bloodblade lowered her gaze, looked at the beer in the tin cup, and sighed: "Later, when I returned to Dalaran again, Dalaran had already landed on the Broken Isles. Later, I had a self-proclaimed uncrowned person. The liaison officer recruited me, hoping that I could work for them, and I agreed. In the sewers of Dalaran, I heard a lot of rumors about what you did after I left, but you are missing, many Everyone thinks you died in a war with the devil."