"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.

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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 in his hand 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 more useful naval guns and mines than those sold by the goblins.

But compared with his advantages, his problems are more serious.

That guy is a sadist and a lunatic. Even guys like me think he is crazy. His bad character can be imagined. In the past two months, at least a dozen of my capable subordinates were killed and fucked by him.

It became a disgusting monster that was half human and half machine.

That guy was still shouting all day and night 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 property.

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

"how could be?"

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

"Bondo Bulk may have some minor emotional problems, but he is a true engineering genius, the kind of talent pirates like us can only dream of.

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 can only control him. The captains under my command are not willing to deal with that madman, but he is also a military supplies logistics officer who cursed pirates.

This is really a headache.

Speaking of which, my friend, why do you still need to wear a helmet in the cabin? Is the air here bad? No, in order to welcome you, I specially cleaned this place with seven kinds of voodoo 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 Luna Armor within one yard of him, and waved his hand seriously and said:

"I like to wear helmets. I also wear them when fishing. All the undead pirates know 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 have experienced so many things together.

I once safely entrusted my greatest treasure to your care. We cooperated so happily when we framed the Amani Trolls in Dalaran. Even when I heard about 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 problem, what do you think?"

"It's not my trouble."

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 trying 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 and 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, they are all big shots that I cannot 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."

"Yes, that's it!"

Blake's reaction made Gaboa grin, and he slapped the table and said:

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

What do you want me to help you with?

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 to me, I jumped in holding my nose.

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 too.

You have your sea area, and I also have my small business.

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 secrets with each other... Sharing secrets is the basis of 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.

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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 there is no one in control of this new route. I don’t want to work hard to complete the conspiracy only to become a wedding dress for the goblins. Are you interested in changing to become the pirate king? Gaboya.

You are trapped in the Zandalari waters and cannot move forward. There are Dailin in front of you and goblins in the back. The Zandalari 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 cooperates with King Rastakhan, you're doomed in an instant.

That place is a place of death!"

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 placed his finger on the empty space further north on the map, where he drew a dotted line that extended the Kalimdor route described by Blake to the North Sea.

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

"Do 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 guard dog?"

"Why do you always speak so harshly?"
To be continued...