Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 649 202. Is Ning the Rapunzel?

The idea of ​​pirates collecting taxes sounds far-fetched, but it actually has a history.

Bu Laike didn't come up with "exorbitant taxes" on a whim, he just imitated the "family history" of his homeland, Kul Tiras.

The ocean nation was able to rise rapidly in hundreds of years, create an invincible fleet, and run across the sea, relying on the order established in the golden waters of the South China Sea and the various taxes collected.

Those commercial taxes and colonial taxes can bring huge wealth to Kul Tiras every year.

Otherwise, the land of the Ocean Kingdom and their population are simply not enough to support the continued strength of the four fleets.

Raising a navy is an "entertainment" that only a strong country can afford.

Just look at Gilneas.

This king is a wealthy country that ranks third in national power among the seven human nations, but their navy is very hip. It's not just about money.

But money is always the first priority! If you don't have money, don't expect to fight for hegemony in the sea.

After arranging the affairs of the North Sea pirates, Bo Laike chatted with Maim and Eudora again.

The orc had been promised two of the six ships in Booty Bay when he had finished arming them.

In addition to the two ships captured by the orc pirates in the previous naval battle, and the pirate ships transformed from several small merchant ships under his command, he can already form his own orc pirate formation.

For this, Mame can only be grateful.

He was not like the other captains who fed alone and kept the whole family from starving.

He also has to shoulder the responsibility of supporting the "incompetent old brother" of Black Rock Mountain, so Maim is very eager to have his own fleet.

From the incident of the North Sea pirates, Laike even set a rule for his subordinates: Once a captain has his own fleet, he can sail alone to plunder.

Only a quarter of the plunder tax needs to be paid to the Grand Fleet.

But it also means they are "financing themselves".

If you lose the naval battle and lose your ship, you can only return to the main fleet to be a captain and eat a lot of food.

However, the problem of attrition is not a problem for Maim. He has the entire "orthodox tribe" behind him as backup, and there is no shortage of brave sailors.

But Maim was happy, but the fox man was sad.

"Woooooo, Captain, my Alpaca is gone, and the Wharton was beaten so miserably."

Eudora, whose head was still wrapped in a bandage, stood on the stone by the pier, crying sadly while shaking her big tail. Her erect ears, which were always full of energy, drooped weakly.

While wiping away tears, he complained to Bu Laike:

"My people's homes are gone. Without those big boats, how can we do business on the sea in the future? I asked the turtle people, and they don't have that kind of troll boat now.

To wait for the Zandalari Gold Fleet to decommission a few more ships, I am afraid that it will not have to wait for twenty or thirty years.

Huh, I want to find someone to build it, but the shipyard in Booty Bay can't build a ship that big. Huh, the shipbuilders of the Zandalari trolls don't take orders from outsiders at all.

Huh, captain, what shall we do in the future? "

"What should I do? Use a boat first."

Bo Laike also sighed.

This is really troublesome thing that money can't do.

Big ships like trolls are definitely not something that can be produced by any shipyard. It is even more impossible to steal blueprints from the Zandalari Gold Fleet.

There were at least seven or eight Loa gods staring at that ghostly place, and the watchmen couldn't sneak in, and the other assassins went to kill a few. Old Garni had also specifically warned him not to go to Dazar'alor to die.

"I will hand over to you all the small ships that are below the third-class battleship standard that we have now. There are about a dozen of them. These ships are pulled into the turtle's ship repair yard, and each ship can carry two goblin carrier-based aircraft. .

Since the quality is not comparable, we can only use quantity to make up.

The small boat just happens to be convenient for you to do business, and it can also escort you after the Wharton is repaired. "

Bu Laike comforted:

"Didn't you open a Wharton trading company in Booty Bay? In a few days, all these small boats will be registered under your company's name, and they will be separated from the undead fleet in name.

After Dean Lanyue and the others come back, go and put this trading company under the name of Nathalas College.

In this way, you will be whitewashed at the official level.

When wars are fought in the future, just do intelligence work. Like other small fleets, when you do business, pay me a quarter of the tax."

"Captain! This is business! It's not robbery, the money doesn't come so quickly."

Hearing this, Eudora stopped crying and pretended to be pitiful. She stared at Bu Laike and said:

"A quarter of the plunder tax is too much, and I have to spend money to build chambers of commerce in various places. This is a lot of money. You can refer to the business tax in Booty Bay. At most, I will pay you ten one.

I still feel bad for this.

This year's profit is estimated to be gone, and it will all be lost.

Why don't you give us a tax exemption when we foxes sank a flagship for the great cause of the fleet. "

Seeing Yudora's wide-eyed and cute eyes, with tears still remaining after crying, the stinky pirate's heart is as hard as a stone, and he sighed helplessly.

He reached out and stroked Eudora's hairy head, saying:

"Okay, I'll give you tax exemption for the first year, don't tell other people."

"Great!"

The cunning vulper captain immediately jumped up and slapped Boo Laike on the face with his little furry paw.

Then he whistled enthusiastically, summoned his coyote mount, and ran towards the caravan formed by his people, intending to announce the good news.

"Every one of them is a ghost, who did they learn from?"

Bu Laike complained harshly.

Then when he turned around, he saw the giant magician Zarak rubbing his hands and the skinny boy Kanresad looking expectant. These two warlocks stared at the captain expectantly, which made Laike feel annoyed for a while.

"What's the matter with you?"

The pirate asked impatiently.

"Well, Captain, we are your direct descendants."

Zarak said flatteringly:

"We warlocks are not as ambitious as those pirates who want our own fleet. We will follow you. You let us go east, we will never go west."

"That's it."

The skinny boy also chimed in and said:

"But we warlocks also want to swim the sea with you, if we don't have a boat that belongs to us, it would be too embarrassing.

That's not to say we're all about face.

The main reason is that the warlock faction of Narsalas Academy has also begun to recruit apprentices. When the new students enter school in September, we will go to various places to pick them up. We can't go there in a pirate ship, right? "

"Kanrethad is right."

Zarak added:

"Our foundation is weak now, and we can't compete with the mages for ostentation, but if we can have a ship dedicated to the warlocks and decorate it well, it will be more face-saving when we go out.

Aren't there six ships over there in Booty Bay?

You gave Maim two ships, and among the remaining four ships, how about assigning one to us?

Although Xieyan went out to carry out the task, he was not there for the time being. But I believe that he must think so too! "

"You pay your own money to modify it!"

Bu Laike rolled his eyes, left a word, and turned to leave.

The two guys behind him immediately beamed with joy, discussed in a low voice, and went to ask their respective apprentices for money.

This is a ship only for the face of the warlock faction. Don't tell me the instructors have to pay for the repair of the ship?

These warlock apprentices have also robbed a lot in Dalaran, and now it is time to contribute and contribute to the development and growth of the warlock school.

Although he was very annoyed by his incompetent subordinates, but Laike was still in a good mood after recovering from the pain.

He walked all the way to the big watchtower where the sorcerers temporarily lived, and the pirates he encountered all stood respectfully and fearfully by the side of the road, paying tribute to their great and evil Commander.

Even though yesterday's sea battle caused the Undead Fleet to suffer severe injuries, including the wounded, it lost almost half of its people, but this was a rare victory in the endless sea where pirates defeated a national fleet.

Pirates capable of such feats are few and far between.

Their commander has accomplished what most pirate captains can't, and it's no exaggeration to say that at such a young age Laike is already among the legendary pirates of the Great Sea.

It is an honor for these stinky pirates to follow such a pirate commander!

When passing by the tavern by the pier, Bu Laike yelled into the tavern:

"Today, move out all the wine barrels, open them and drink as much as you can! My treat! Incompetent waste, for our victory, let's revel!"

"Long live Captain Bu Laike!"

In the next moment, the entire tavern and the surrounding streets were filled with screams and screams, and some pirates walking on the street ran towards the tavern.

Good guy, today's penny-pinching Commander has a rare bleeding.

There are not many opportunities to squeeze wool like this, so you must drink him until the sky is dark.

It's best to bankrupt the bad-hearted pirate commander!

But these pathetic bastards don't know that the Albatross Chamber of Kul Tiras supplies all the drinks on Tol Barad.

It was Bu Laike's own property, and every batch of wine delivered was paid by the undead fleet. In other words, it was a business game of left-handed and right-handed.

They may have made a small profit today, but Bo Laike is definitely not losing money.

The more they drink, the more Stinky Pirates earn.

"If I continue to drink like this, I will become a multi-millionaire in ten years."

Bu Laike smiled triumphantly and said:

"Drink, drink, you are happy, and I am happy too."

With this kind of dark joy, the pirates strolled all the way to the big watchtower. The once dilapidated watchtower has now been repaired, and it has been repaired into the appearance of a five-story minaret fortress.

The lower three floors are used for teaching, and the upper two floors are used for the research of warlock magic and rest for instructors.

But now, there are no warlocks here, and the tower has been closed for several days. There are snake people patrolling around, and no one else is allowed to approach.

It seems that the tower is carrying out some important business.

Bu Laike handed over his wolf and bear to Attumen, a loyal hunter guarding at the bottom of the tower, and asked the high-ranking hunter to take his pets out for a walk.

By the way, fix breakfast, catch a few rabbits or something.

He himself brought the croaking little murloc into the tower, and saw the black-robed ship doctor Natalie who was eating.

The latter looked a little tired, and the dark circles under his eyes were so obvious.

During the previous Dalaran battle and naval battle, Natalie, an important combat power of the Naglfar, has never been on the stage, because she stayed here and was doing a very important thing.

"You look tired, maybe you need a rest."

Bu Laike said something, put his flagon by the doctor's hand, and said:

"Would you like a drink to refresh yourself?"

"No, ingesting alcohol will affect the accuracy of casting spells."

Natalie cut the meat on the plate and put it into her mouth with a fork gracefully. While chewing like wax, she said to Bo Laike:

"The spiritual charm of your 'guest' has almost dissipated, and she still needs a few days of observation. She has been very cooperative and has been asking to see you."

"Well, am I here?"

Bu Laike glanced overhead and said:

"You have worked hard these days."

"Okay."

Natalie shrugged and replied:

"Healing and saving people here is better than going out to fight with you. I don't hate fighting, but I am a priest after all, and doing something to save souls occasionally makes me feel happy."

"Ah, then I have good news for you, my dear lady ship doctor."

Bo Laike showed a malicious smile, and he said to Natalie:

"After this naval battle, our side is full of wounded soldiers, but no great priest is willing to come to treat the pirates, so the recovery of those wounded soldiers depends on you and Warwick.

You are busy now, and I believe that saving your soul will keep you happy.

Also, I'm going to Kul Tiras soon, do you want to come with me? Think of it as a public trip, to relax or something. "

"sure."

Natalie tousled her hair and said:

"I'm very interested in priests of the sea like tidesages. Call me when you leave. Now go see your guest, she should just wake up.

By the way, don't scare her too much.

She had just been dispelled from the charm spell, and now she is very weak and cannot withstand intimidation. "

"To understanding."

Bu Laike nodded, and led the little murloc up the stairs to the fourth floor of the tower, knocked on the door politely, and then opened the door to enter.

He saw a blonde girl in a long white dress sitting by the window with her back to him, holding a gemstone comb in her hand, combing her waist-length hair.

This scene made the pirates fall into a strong sense of déjà vu.

He seemed to have heard this story when he was a child.

It is about a princess with long hair who is imprisoned in a tower by an evil witch, waiting for her prince to come and save her.

Ok.

This is indeed a wicked tower.

The one in front of her was indeed a princess.

He does have the identity of a prince.

The black-robed ship doctor downstairs is a shadow priest, and probably meets the standard of a "witch".

So, is this actually a real-life Rapunzel fairy tale?

"Hello, Calia."

Bu Laike reached out and took off his red blindfold, stretched his neck, and said politely to the Princess of Lordaeron who put down the comb in front of her eyes:

"Do you still have the habit of living here?"

"For a girl fresh out of a years-long nightmare, there's nowhere more comforting than a warlock's tower surrounded by pirates.

My Royal Highness. "

There was a bit of "thorn" in Calia's words, she turned her head to look at Bu Laike, with a little anger.

And the smelly pirate shrugged and said:

"You were supposed to be here, you shouldn't have forgotten, right? Before I became a pirate, Dai Lin and your father had already started discussing our marriage contract.

You would be my wife if it weren't for the things that have happened in the intervening years.

But fate is so unpredictable.

We finally met.

But it is under such circumstances. "

"So, is it because you've taken so much trouble to bring me here that you treat me like your wife? That's why you're going to save me from Deathwing's terrible slavery? "

Calia blinked and asked a question.

"no."

Bu Laike's eyes stayed on Calia's overly towering chest for a moment, and he said duplicity:

"You're not my type."

"However, if it makes you happy to think so, then just be happy."

(end of this chapter)