Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Is the master weapon maker I gave you still useful?"

In the cabin of the Death, Blake and Gaboa were chatting. The pirate twisted his helmet and noticed that Gaboa had two unique dwarf handguns stuck in his waist. They were obviously modified by engineering, so he asked casually. .

This question made Gaboa look like he had a headache and sore teeth.

A gloomy light flashed in the snake-like eyes of the Troll Pirate King. He put down the wine glass made of fox-man skulls and said in a complaining tone:

"That guy named Bondo Bulk is indeed very smart and good at making weapons. Thanks to him, my fleet can get better naval guns and mines than those sold by the goblins.

But his problems are more serious than his advantages.

That guy is a sadist and a lunatic. Even guys like me think he is crazy. You can imagine his bad character. In the past two months, at least a dozen of my capable subordinates were killed by him and turned into disgusting half-human, half-machine monsters.

That guy was still shouting all day long that he wanted to fight back to Mechagon and take back his territory. He turned the island I assigned him for experiments into a disgusting garbage dump.

He also placed explosive mines on it and claimed that it was his private territory.

Tell me the truth, my friend Black, by sending Bondo to my fleet, you are actually throwing a problem into my hands, right? "

"how could be?"

The pirate leaned back on his chair and said in a surprised tone:

"Bondo Bulk, despite his minor emotional issues, is a true engineering genius, the kind of talent pirates like us crave.

I gave him to you because you needed it. I believe that a guy as capable as you can't even deal with a crazy dwarf, right?

Don't you still have the Mecha-Gnome's cannon in your cabin?

He is already serving you. "

"Well, that's true."

Gaboya rubbed his smooth chin and delicate fangs and said:

"Although that mechanical gnome is difficult to deal with, it turns out that the technology he admires will eventually succumb to ancient voodoo.

But I was the only one who could control him. None of the captains under my command were willing to deal with that lunatic, but he was also the military supplies logistics officer who cursed pirates.

This is really a headache.

Speaking of which, my friend, why do you even need to wear a helmet in the cabin? Is the air here bad? No, in order to welcome you, I specially used seven kinds of voodoo to clean up this place last night.

If you don’t believe me, take off your helmet and smell it. There is still the fragrance of flowers from your hometown in my cabin. "

"Don't worry about my little habits."

Blake looked at the various "Voodoo Invasion" warning messages that were constantly reminded on the character card in front of him. He kept the purification field of the Moon God Armor within one yard of him, and waved his hand seriously and said:

"I like to wear helmets. I also wear a helmet when I fish. All the undead pirates know about my quirks. What? Does this offend you?"

"Offense is out of the question."

Gaboa grinned.

This smile made the troll pirate in front of him look more and more like a coiled snake spitting out snake messages.

He spread his hands and said sincerely:

"I just can't see your handsome face, which makes me feel a little disappointed, as if you still don't trust me even if you come to my ship."

"I gave you the Stormcaller Crown."

Blake sighed and said:

"That is the supreme treasure that countless people want to get. I think that gift has proved my heart. I took time out of my busy schedule to come and witness the promotion of the cursed pirate, but you still say that I don't trust you.

This makes me sad.

We've been through so much together.

I once safely entrusted my greatest treasure to your care. We cooperated so happily when we framed the Amani Trolls in Dalaran. Even the news of the establishment of the Tidal Order, I was the first to inform you.

I've done so many things for you.

If you were a woman, my dear Gaboa, it would be time for you to commit yourself to me. "

This series of words made Gaboa look strange.

After a few seconds, he sighed, picked up the fox-skull wine glass again, crossed his legs, showed a helpless posture like I'm done pretending, and said in a more relaxed tone:

"Okay, you win. When it comes to talking skills, I am no match for you. I was almost convinced by your despicable remarks. I admit that you are the most deceitful pirate on this endless sea. "

"Don't be discouraged."

Blake laughed, patted the table and said:

"You are progressing very quickly. You can catch up with me after a few thousand more years of practice. Cheating is not a good thing. Let's change the topic and be more honest with each other.

I think the Bloodsail Pirates are a nuisance, what do you think? "

"It's not my problem."

Gaboa rolled his eyes, drank the weird-colored wine in the glass in his hand, opened his mouth and spit out the green gas and let out a comfortable moan.

He said:

"Daelin's sailors are desperate to hunt down the Bloodsail pirates to restore their reputation, and I have promised to provide them with all support except help.

A revenge drama is about to be staged on the east coast of Kalimdor. I have reserved a front-row seat to watch the ceremony. I can't wait to kneel down to flatter the victor of the bloody battle and offer my loyalty.

You know, I am just a little down-and-out pirate king, playing house in the most remote sea area in the world.

Kul Tiras, the Bloodsail Pirates, and Mr. Two-Face of the Undead Fleet are all big shots I can't afford to offend. "

"boom"

The Defiler fragment was thrust into Gaboa's desk, and Black said in a cold tone:

"Are you deliberately irritating me? You can even say my nickname wrong. I think you really deserve a beating."

"Yeah, that's it!"

Black's reaction made Gaboa grin. He slapped the table and said:

"The communication between villains like us should be more honest! Don't beat around the bush and tell the truth. For what purpose did you set foot on my ship?

What do you want me to do for you?

What can I get?

I know that you dug a big hole for me by giving me the opportunity to unlock the seal of the Sky Wall, but considering that it would be beneficial and harmless to me, I held my nose and jumped in.

But just because I choose to be used by you doesn't mean that I like being used by you.

You are a pirate and I am a pirate.

You have your sea area, and I also have my little career.

I am not one of those dogs you call around!

Due to the way we get along, I think it is necessary for us to exchange each other's secrets and share secrets, which is the basis for cooperation.

What do you think? "

"well said!"

The stinky pirate gave a compliment, took out a map from his bag, and spread it out in front of Gaboa's eyes. His fingers went up from the direction of Steamwheedle Port, across most of Kalimdor, and stopped on the coast of Azshara. .

He said:

"I want to re-plan the trade routes in the South China Sea, and I want to extend the end point of the golden route to the storm islands and reefs on the coast of Azshara. The major forces in the South China Sea have become established, and you, a 'rising star', cannot take advantage.

But no one controls this new route. I don’t want to end up working hard to complete the conspiracy only to become a wedding dress for the goblins. Are you interested in becoming a pirate king in a different place? Gaboya.

You are trapped in the Zandalari waters and cannot move forward. There are Dailin in front of you and goblins in the back. Zandalari's golden fleet also regards you as a serious problem. The Loa will not help you, this evil guy who has risen from the dead.

Once the Admiral teams up with King Rastakhan, you're doomed in an instant.

That place is a place to die! "

Blake rubbed his fingers back and forth on the map and said in a seductive tone:

"This wild land that has never been properly managed by the elves is your destination, my Pirate King of Kalimdor."

"etc!"

Garboa's finger rested on a blank space further north on the map, where he drew a dotted line extending the route of Kalimdor that Black had described to the North Sea.

He raised his head again, looked at Blake with a strange look, and said:

"You want to open up shipping routes between the South China Sea and the North Sea? Do you want to use the goblins' mature trade system to help increase commercial profits in the barren North Sea under your control?

You want me to give up my foundation in Zandalari and risk being attacked by goblin tycoons and come here to be your watchdog? "

"Why do you always speak so harshly?"

Blake snorted and said:

"What is a watchdog? We are cooperating, aren't we?

When you walk in this sea area, you can more easily get assistance from the North Sea. The North Sea Fleet under my command will provide you with everything you need.

I am giving you the opportunity to monopolize Kalimdor's North Sea trade.

As long as you grasp it, as long as my plan is completed, within five years, you will have a terrifying voice on the endless sea that is not weaker than that of the goblin plutocrats.

Let the goblins guard the South China Sea to rot, and you and I will have a bright future.

By then, you will be in Kalimdor and I will be in the Eastern Continent. We will share the rule of the North Sea. When you and I join forces to defeat Kul Tiras, most of the Endless Sea will be ours in an instant!

How perfect.

I heard that the goblins are secretly gathering those small forces that are not popular in the sea recently. Apparently, the goblins have also realized that money alone is not enough.

They don’t want to be the fish on the chopping block.

Just in time for the rebellion of the Church of Storms, the rule of Kul Tiras was already in jeopardy. The South China Sea would soon enter a chaotic era of fighting each other to reorder the trade with the rise of pirates supported by goblins.

Do you want to continue to get involved with those crazy goblins and pray that you can get some scraps during the fight?

Or start over in another place before the storm arrives?

Or let me ask more simply. "

The stinky pirate put his hand on the map, and stared at the troubled Gaboa with his eyes under his helmet. He said:

"I send my friendship to you and am waiting for your answer with great expectations. Are you going to meet my expectations? Or are you going to let me go away disappointed?"

"How could I."

The Troll Pirate was about to say something to deal with the situation, but saw Black take out a Valargar Commander emblem and wave it in front of his eyes.

He said softly:

"Don't talk useless nonsense, the communication between villains should be more honest! You just need to answer me, yes, or no!"

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became stagnant.

Gaboa held the handle of the knife bitterly. He felt as if he had returned to the moment when he was forcefully oppressed by Black at the dock of the Ancestral Turtle.

That feeling of powerlessness came to his heart, making him feel a sense of shame!

He is obviously no longer the desolate skeleton with nothing before. He has a fleet, he has strength, and he can...

"Don't go too far! Black Shaw!"

Gaboya pulled out half of his waist knife, and in the light of the cold blade, he gritted his teeth and said:

"You are on my ship, and I am the master here. You may think you are fearless, but I am also fully prepared for this meeting!"

"Oh, it seems you still don't understand."

Blake shook his head and tossed the emblem in his hand up and down.

Over Gaboa's fleet, a ray of rainbow light loomed, and the mummy pirates of the Death were restless. The power of voodoo made them feel the coming destruction.

The stinky pirate stared at Gaboa.

He said:

"You are still unwilling to accept your fate of being inferior to others. Your boring dignity is urging you to do terrible things when you are eager to try.

But we are pirates.

We should know when to bow our heads, and we should have a flexible moral bottom line. Drawing a sword and slashing is what warriors do. Intensifying conflicts and fighting to the death is always our last option.

You are such an incompetent pirate.

No wonder Zemran wanted to drive you out of the fleet seven thousand years ago."

"etc!"

The second before Blake was about to open the Rainbow Bridge, Gaboa suddenly raised his hand, and the anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a snake-like bad smile.

He coughed and dropped the knife in his hand to the ground.

He raised his head and said to Blake:

"You are right, I have paid too much for my shameful dignity, and it is time for me to choose a smarter attitude towards life. Of course I can cooperate with you, I am very willing.

Let’s play the ‘trading game’.

I can help you realize your boring wish of controlling the sea, but you also have to give me something that satisfies me and makes me willing to drive for you. "

Gaboa opened his drawer, took out a tattered book, and placed it in front of Blake's eyes with a snap, causing dust to fly all over the sky.

He stared at Blake and said:

"Zemlan kicked me out of the Cursed Fleet not just because I rebelled against him, but because I knew his secret, the same secret that you also know.

He wants to become a god!

What an arrogant idea, a stinky pirate who is so low-spirited that he wallows in the mud, dares to covet the domain of the gods.

I thought he was crazy.

It wasn't until the moment I returned from death seven thousand years later that I realized I was the coward.

Look, I, who was once mediocre, now have arrogant ideals. As the rebuilder of the Cursed Fleet, I naturally want to inherit everything from Zemlan.

Including things he didn't finish.

I'll help you control the sea, Blake.

After I become a god! "

Gaboa thought that his request would make Black retreat, but what caught him off guard was that Black snapped his fingers and wiped his sweat without thinking.

The smelly pirate said in a long voice:

"I thought you wanted something that was difficult to achieve, but didn't expect this? If you wanted to become a god, you should have told me earlier. We were almost in an embarrassing situation where one of us had to die.

Become a god, right?

Simple.

First help me complete the extension of the Kalimdor route, and I will help you embark on the road to becoming a god. "

"you you you you you"

Gaboa stared blankly at the crazy pirate in front of him. He suspected that Blake had fallen into some kind of crazy state. He raised his finger and pointed at him and screamed:

"Do you know what nonsense you are talking about? We are talking about God!"

"Of course we're talking about God. Could it be that we're still talking about some bad fairy tale?"

Blake rolled his eyes, moved his neck to take off the Luna Battle Helmet, shook his long golden hair, and said to Gaboa in front of him:

"I can't make you rise to the stars, side by side with the sun and the moon, but if you just achieve the position of Loa, it will be very simple. I have already made preparations.

Judging from your appearance, you probably don’t believe it.

It doesn't matter, lack of imagination is your biggest weakness. Give me two months and I will let you experience the feeling of rising to Gloa. The pirate god of the sea of ​​trolls and voodoo, this priesthood sounds very majestic. "

The pirate raised his finger and clicked on the map at hand.

He said to Gaboa:

"Two months, do you know what I mean?"