At eight o'clock in the morning, Black was preparing to set off to meet everyone at Cenarion Fortress and the Secret Passage.

The good news is that they no longer need to trek across the desert on two legs. The stinky pirate's precious egg falcon has already flown to the druids' stronghold in the desert in advance.

She also brought out a ceremonial stone.

Lexa and the others can summon everyone over there.

The bad news is that as soon as Blake finished his breakfast wine, the door to the captain's cabin was violently pushed open.

Looking at the old man with red eyes and panting in front of him, the stinky pirate felt that his good mood for the day had been ruined.

"Are you here to give money?"

Black sat on his captain's chair, put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, saying:

"Is the love potion I personally prepared easy to use? Let me tell you, the dosage has been specially modified based on my experience. It will definitely make..."

"Shua"

Before he could say anything, an angry Khadgar flashed over and grabbed him by the collar.

The mage, who had lost his mind and didn't know where to find the strength, grabbed Black from the chair. The stinky pirate was lifted to the desk as if he had no bones.

At the same time, the buzzing Salamani also roared and pressed against Khadgar's neck from behind. As long as the mage made any dangerous moves, the sharp and flaming sword would cut down in an instant.

.

"You should be glad that Sharathol is on 'duty' today."

The pirate let Khadgar hold his collar, with a nonchalant expression on his face, and said to the angry mage in front of him:

"Otherwise, with your current actions, my poor Garona will wear a small white flower on her chest and call herself a 'widow' from now on."

"She left, was it you who did it?"

Khadgar ignored Black's wise words. He stared into the pirate's eyes, his questioning voice almost squeezing out from between his teeth.

He asked:

"It must be you, right?

Besides you, who else can convince her to leave me without saying goodbye? She said she was going to do something that only she could do. She said she was called by fate and she had to do it...

Such a tone will confuse you at first sight!

You bastard!

She trusts you so much, and I started to trust you too..."

"Since fate is calling her."

Blake complained without any shame:

"Then you go find destiny. Could it be said that Lord Khadgar regards me, a stinky pirate, as the spokesperson of destiny? Wow, this is really such an honor."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The mage roared:

"Give me back my Garona!"

"I'm going to criticize you now."

Black stretched out his hand, clasped Khadgar's wrist, and pressed the mage's hand back bit by bit.

Khadgar tried to resist, but his strength was completely insufficient to resist the force Black exerted.

The stinky pirate stood up straight behind his desk and said:

"Garona does not belong to anyone. In fact, no woman belongs to any man. Your statement is very incorrect, Mr. Mage.

It seems that Medivh failed to teach you to respect women.

But this is normal. For innocent men, sleeping with a woman once seems to mean that you have reached a certain contract, as if you have all the control over her.

When will you macho bastards understand the stupidity of your ideas?"

"I'm not here to argue with you!"

When it comes to oral skills, how could Khadgar be Black's opponent?

The mage calmed himself down and said calmly:

"I just want to know where Garona went. I just want to know, what did you ask her to do?"

"But I want to quarrel with you. I think this is very interesting. When dealing with an orthodox mage who doesn't know how to curse, I can always provoke you in different ways."

Black laughed and picked up his pipe, took out a small crystal ball from his drawer, waved it in front of Khadgar's eyes, and then placed it in front of the mage's eyes.

Reach out gently.

The next moment, everything that happened in Khadgar's cabin last night appeared on the crystal ball, and the intimate actions between him and Garona were clearly visible.

The mage's teeth were shattered by this sight, he grabbed the crystal ball and threw it to the ground.

There was a soft clang and the precious crystal shattered to the ground.

"That thing cost two thousand gold coins."

Blake sat back on his vulgar and luxurious captain's chair, lit his pipe, puffed out the smoke, waved his hands and said:

"Looking at our good relationship, I'll just charge you four thousand gold coins."

Khadgar remained silent and said nothing.

But his fingers moved to the hilt of the red magic sword at his waist. This dangerous move made Salamani, who was leaning against his neck, shake.

In this way, the Elven Excalibur "reminds" Khadgar to stay calm.

The stinky pirate didn't care at all.

He looked out the window at the endless Silithus Desert under the morning light, and said softly:

"Have you ever considered this situation before you came to me angrily? You want to get answers from me, but what if I don't want to tell you?

Do you have a backup plan to threaten me to achieve your goals?

I guess you don't.

Orthodox mages who claim to be rational will still lose their sense of proportion when it comes to caring for things they love. Medivh definitely didn't teach you this... This is normal. Before he really started teaching you, you and Garona were still involved.

Lothar teamed up to kill him.

To be honest, I don't think the three of you combined can rival Medivh.

I guess that the Astral Mage was tired of the long spiritual confrontation with Lord Sargeras, and he just committed suicide by your hands.

That's hardly a great victory.

What I mean is, if you continue to make no progress, Khadgar, it will be difficult for me to trust you with my friends. Garona needs a smarter and more capable man to protect her and serve as her solid backing.

..

Do you think you’re qualified?”

"I can learn, I can learn from you, I can learn from anyone, I am very confident in my ability to learn, and if she needs me to become the kind of person you describe, then I can!"

Khadgar held the hilt of the sword and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me first where she went?"

"Tsk, tell me so bluntly that you are going to become a bastard like me, and I see the determination and seriousness in your eyes, that you are willing to give up the persistence of the first half of your life for a woman...

What a terrible man.

Or, I should say that you were really tough when you pulled up your pants."

Blake knocked on the table and said:

"Are you serious?"

"What do you mean the first half of my life?"

Khadgar whispered:

"Although I look more...mature, I'm not much older than you. If you can do it, then I think I can do it too."

"It sounds nice."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and said:

"You may not realize the seriousness of the matter of you and Garona being together. Let me give you a little analysis. I hope you won't interrupt me, listen to me patiently, and then tell me your answer.

."

Khadgar nodded.

The stinky pirate changed to a more comfortable position and slumped down on his chair. He hooked his fingers, and the suspended Salamani flew back with a whoosh, clinging to the pirate's hand like a well-behaved kitten.

Blake thought for a while, coughed a few times, and said:

"First of all, you have to consider the bad relationship between humans and orcs. Countless people died on both sides in the seven-year war, and blood feuds have been forged. Temporary peace does not mean the dawn of reconciliation.

Some people commented that this is a constantly rotating wheel of hatred. As far as the future can be seen, nothing can stop this rotating hatred.
To be continued...