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"Boss... is dead?"

The flattering smile on Rig's face froze instantly, and Ludou's eyes were full of confusion.

"Yes, he was killed by an orc. Forgive me for forgetting his name, but to be honest, even if he fell into our hands, I probably wouldn't let him go."

Alvin sighed and gave a concise description of the battle in the cave.

"Your boss suffered a mental breakdown after being kidnapped by the orc warlock Koruk. He took advantage of the gap between the adult blue dragon guarding the dragon eggs and the enemy and killed the blue dragon with a rocket launcher."

He pointed to the direction of the towering snow-capped mountains behind him.

"Later, he nearly blew up the entire lair and buried everyone in an avalanche, but the orcs killed him."

Alvin paused, his eyes sweeping across the goblins' pale faces.

"So, unfortunately, your boss is done."

Deathly silence enveloped the snow slope.

The goblins looked at each other, their little eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of relief?

Alvin didn't give them much time to digest the news and immediately dropped another bombshell.

"Besides, even if Koruk didn't kill him, he still killed a Blue Dragon Guardian."

He turned slightly to the side and gestured to the red dragon behind him that stood like a hill and exuded a powerful dragon aura.

"I'm afraid the noble Miss Dragon behind me won't easily agree to let him go."

"Ow—!"

Akalitrassa let out a low and threatening roar at the right moment, and the huge dragon head tilted forward slightly, and the hot dragon breath almost sprayed on the faces of the goblins in the front row.

This threat is more effective than any words.

"Great!! Cheers to Boss Favrin's retirement!"

"That idiot! Idiot! Madman!"

"I knew it! He's got gear grease in his head!"

"Bombard the blue dragon?! If he wants to die, don't let him get us into trouble!"

"Blasphemy against the dragon race! This is a capital crime! You deserve to be killed!"

"We have nothing to do with that madman! Lord Red Dragon, please understand!"

The goblins were in an uproar, and their slight mourning for the loss of their boss was instantly replaced by a strong desire to survive.

They jumped up and down, waved their fists, and cursed their boss, who had become their predecessor, with the most vicious and contemptuous words, with spit flying in the cold air.

The speed at which the goblins changed their expressions amazed Alvin and the others.

Sparks Rigg was filled with righteous indignation and beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"That greedy and stupid bastard! He's done us all a disservice! Lord Red Dragon! Master Alvin! We're also poor souls who were deceived by him! We wish we could kill him ourselves... well, anyway, we've drawn a clear line between ourselves and him! On behalf of Steamwheedle Company, I'm expelling him now!"

While cursing, Rigg secretly observed Akalitrassa's reaction, fearing that the red dragon would be unhappy and roast them as a snack.

When the scolding subsided, Sparks Rigg cautiously approached Alvin.

He rubbed his hands and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Um... Master Alvin... What are your plans for you and these noble elven ladies? Do you need your humble goblin companions to do anything?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "humble" and "companion", and was extremely humble.

Alvin looked at the group of frightened little green men in front of him and pointed in the direction of Everlook. "We're going back to Everlook with you. Eat something hot, find a place to rest for the night, and leave early tomorrow morning."

He took a look at Akalitrassa's huge dragon body,

"Before entering town, Miss Long transformed back into her more convenient form. Dinner must be of the cuisine of Lordaeron and Teldrassil. Your Steamwheedle Company does business all over the continent, so I imagine this shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

"Go back to Everlook?!"

Spark Rig's eyes lit up instantly.

"Great! Master Alvin! Leave it to us! We'll lead the way! We guarantee it's the safest and quickest route! I know the innkeeper in town well! I'll definitely arrange the best room for you! The warmest fireplace! The freshest roasted snow rabbit!"

Spark Rigg pounded his shrunken chest, and the other goblins also burst into astonishing efficiency.

They tumbled and scrambled towards the motorcycles that lay crooked in the snow. Sparks Rigg jumped onto the driver's seat, waving a dirty little flag printed with gears and gold coins that he had found from somewhere, and screamed, "Clear the way! Clear the way for the honorable Master Alvin! Destination—Everlook!"

The goblins, this race may not be very good in terms of courage and integrity, but when faced with the pressure of absolute power, the execution ability they burst out is definitely unique in Azeroth.

They were like a group of green worker bees on stimulants, surrounding Alvin and his group, and rushed back to Everlook Town along the winding snow trail with sparks and lightning.

When Alvin and his companions stepped into the rough gate of Everlook, the scene that greeted them once again shocked Alvin at the goblins' organizational ability.

A passage was temporarily cleared on the town's main road, which was originally chaotic and noisy.

The roadsides were lined with townspeople welcoming them.

Even more outrageous was the presence of several crooked banners hanging above the road, written in crude common language:

Warmly welcome the triumphant return of hero Master Alvin!

Warmly celebrate the demise of the Fafrin traitor group!

The Hot Sand Group's Yongwang Town temporary branch is dedicated to serving you!

Rigg stood on a makeshift podium made of several empty barrels and delivered an "important speech" to the onlookers with his voice spitting everywhere:

"That's it! Favrin! That greedy, stupid, despicable, dragon-blasphemous traitor! A disgrace to the company! A scoundrel of the Steamwheedle Corporation!"

"He betrayed the company! Betrayed us who trusted him! He even dared to use company property to bombard a distinguished Blue Dragon Guardian! His crime is simply insane and unforgivable! Fortunately! He has been righteously punished by the great Master Alvin and these... uh... beautiful ladies!"

"That traitor, Favrin, has been executed! He received the punishment he deserved! I, Spark Rigg, on behalf of the Steamwheedle Cartel's Everlook branch, solemnly declare: Effective immediately, Favrin is expelled! All his ill-gotten gains will be confiscated and used to compensate... uh, to support Master Alvin's just cause!"

The goblins were stunned when they heard this, but since Rigg had said so, it seemed that they could accept it, so there was even more enthusiastic applause at the scene.

The following banquet once again refreshed Alvin's understanding of the goblins' execution ability.

"God bless you,"

Alvin chewed his meat and sighed incoherently.

"Where did you get the spices and craftsmanship? This smells so Lordaeron!"

"hey-hey!"

A goblin cook who was in charge of the barbecue rubbed his hands proudly.

"We once got the secret recipe for royal barbecue from a merchant who claimed to be the distant cousin of the royal chef of Lordaeron!"