The Nagfar stayed on the coast of Thor Island until noon the next day, and then loaded all the treasures that a group of pirates had brought back from Thor's Throne into the cabin.

The reason why it takes so long is mainly because the things pirates get are very precious and valuable items.

While they cannot be bumped into each other, there are also some magic objects that need to be sorted into categories before being shipped.

The people who were assigned the task of plundering by Black were all old pirates who had followed him to plunder Dalaran.

There is basically no need for guidance from others when it comes to identifying treasures. These old seals can always find the most valuable things from a pile of golden things.

When the leader of the Shado-Pan, Taran Zhu, brought a group of sages from the Golden Lotus and Lorewalkers to Thunder God Island to take over the ancient palace at noon, he saw Blake reprimanding five people on the deck of his ghost ship. Young orc men and women.

That reprimand was so devastating to my outlook.

"You five! You really can't do anything!"

The stinky pirate was so angry that he stood on the side of the ship with his arms akimbo, a pipe in his mouth, and cursed at the orc Wu Xiao who lowered his head in front of him:

"Such a big palace! There are so many treasures in every house! I gave each of you ten pockets and asked you to find valuable things. You'd better do it!"

You can carry back ten pockets of gold coins for me one by one, right?

This is really trouble-free.

You five clever guys, even if you just take some other things, they are worth more than the money you took before! A blue brick in there is more than 10,000 years old!

You can make a fortune by selling to the dwarves...

Say, who came up with the good idea?

The fifth orc boy lowered his head and said nothing.

It's very loyal, but this matter was handled a bit badly.

While other pirates were busy looking for treasures, the five of them simply loaded the gold coins back to save trouble. Anyway, the captain wanted something valuable, and what could be more valuable than money?

This is a typical orc's straightforward thinking, until Black didn't know what to say to them. Next to them, a group of old sea dogs huddled together to watch the fun, and some people offered handicap to predict what the captain would do to these five straight-minded guys. punish.

Some people said it was a hanging mast, some said it was a plank, and some people thought that these five guys would be driven off the ship to fend for themselves.

"You five are really going to piss me off."

Blake puffed away angrily.

He really wanted to hang these guys up and give them a beating. They had been on the ship for so long and had not learned any dark wisdom. He was really pissed off.

"Go, go, don't stay here. In a month, go wipe the deck. If you don't do it well, I'll beat you up!"

The stinky pirate waved his hand and cursed angrily.

The five children hurried away in a hurry, with their heads down in dismay and not daring to speak for fear that the punishment would be doubled again. They disappeared into the crowd and disappeared.

Blake shook his head and took several deep breaths before he could adjust himself. He looked back at the group of pandaren holding back laughter. Even the usually indifferent leader Taran Zhu curled up into a smile.

"I made everyone laugh."

The smelly pirate snorted, made a monk salute to everyone in front of him, and said:

"Thunder God's Throne has been cleaned. I asked my useless subordinates to try their best, but they still couldn't take away one tenth of the treasures left by Emperor Thunder God in the city.

But we don’t have much time left, so the rest will be returned to their original owners.

Thank you for taking care of me during this period, we are settled now."

"Those are the ill-gotten gains that were squeezed and taken from all the tribes when Thunder God ruled Pandaria. They are filled with the blood and tears of all the tribes in Pandaria. We don't think those treasures are worth commemorating."

Zhu Taran shook his head and said to Blake:

"We are not short of money either. Those things will be placed in the exhibition halls of wanderers in various places for our people to appreciate and recall the past. And the value of this city is much more important than the treasures in it."

The Grand Master of the Monk was on the ghost ship, looking at the difficult terrain of Thunder God Island, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the large palace built against the mountain. He said:

"When we know that demons are about to attack the world, having such a strong city is enough for our people to have a place to hide when they encounter danger.

And once the demons invade Pandaria, this place will also become a solid rear area.

Our thanks go out to you for handing it over to us intact, Blake. If you hadn't already set sail, I would have really wanted to keep you for a few more days and host a banquet for you. Thank you for your help."

"Ah? Do you have food to eat?"

Fenner, who was wandering behind Blake, suddenly blinked her eyes. The stupid warrior excitedly bumped into his stinky brother's arm and said:

"We're actually not in a hurry, right? How about we stay for a few more days? Eat and drink enough before we leave?"

"Well, I'm just being polite."

Blake glanced at Master Zhu's slightly changed expression, blinked his eyes, laughed and said to Fenner:

"Don't take it seriously. Look, your huge appetite scares Master Zhu."

"Nonsense, I don't have much to eat."

Fenna retorted, glanced at the silent panda again, snorted, and lazily walked towards the cabin.

She wanted to catch up on a good night's sleep. The next voyage would take her through half of the Endless Sea. Fenner was now half an old sea dog. She knew that this length of voyage would be the most tiring.

"There are still some dangerous beasts entrenched in the underground tunnels deep in the palace."

Blake blew out the smoke and said to Zhu Talan:

"It's best to send people to clean up after you take over. Some of them are very dangerous. In addition, some blue dragons may come here in a while to remove some dangerous facilities in the Thunder God's Throne.

I'll let you know in advance to avoid conflicts later."

"Is it a dangerous thing left by the God of Thunder?"

Master Zhu nodded and asked again:

"Will removing those affect the island's defense system? We still have to rely on it to deal with demons."

"It may be affected, but the blue dragons will use their magic to make some repairs for you."

The smelly pirate pointed at his feet and said:

"This Thunder Temple is built just on the node of the underground magic network outside Dalia. Even if the blue dragon's magic is used, it is enough to support the shield to defend the entire city. Ordinary demon legions cannot break through it.

Besides, don’t you still have four gods?

If any one of them is stationed in this city, the island will be impregnable."

"Yeah, that's true."

Zhu Taran smiled and looked behind the Nagfar. On the observation deck above the main mast, Feixue and Xianglian, the outstanding disciples of the Shado-Pan, were standing there, holding a pirate watch.

The mirror looks around.

After spending some time with Blake and his gang, the ascetic temperament of these two outstanding disciples dissipated a lot, and they looked very happy and lively.

"This is a personal request. Take good care of my disciples."

Master Zhu whispered something, then stretched out his hand to put a jade pendant engraved with white tiger and bear claw marks into the pirate's hand. He whispered:

"Because of your contribution to Pandaria, I have discussed with Master Wan Xueliu and Master Gu Chuanyun, and we think it is very appropriate to grant you the title of 'Honorary Grand Master of the Shado-Pan Outer Sect.

Although we have different positions and different paths of power, your arrival has indeed brought changes to Pandaria. I apologize to you for my previous vigilance and hostility, Black.

You are an old friend of the panda people, and this land welcomes you back at any time."

"I'm so touched, I wish you all the best."

Blake picked up the jade pendant in his hand and looked at it. He pretended to be falsely moved, wiped his eyes and cried to the Grand Master in front of him:

"Finally, someone can see my painstaking efforts for peace in this world. You guys really know how to sensationalize, you bad guys.

Do not worry.

I will come back to my spiritual hometown often in the future."

"Well, you don't have to come often."

Zhu Taran twitched the corners of his eyes and said:

"I mean, once in ten years is about right.

"Best wishes to you!"

Blake suddenly changed his expression to an unhappy one and said:

"You've been making trouble for a long time and you're sending a message to the God of Plague. Are you so uncharacteristically enthusiastic? Okay, okay, you want me to leave, right? I'll leave in the afternoon. Go and take over the palace.

Stop by to meet Raiden, the legendary god and founder of Pandaria.

Theoretically, you are all his servants."

"Pandaren are not anyone's servants, even if that person is a god."

Zhu Taran did not correct Blake's title of "Old Zhu" this time. He nodded to the pirate, walked a few steps, took off his grand master's hat, and waved it casually.

The hat spun and flew towards the pirate, who held it in his hand.

"Give it to you."

Lao Zhu didn't look back, waved his hand coolly and said:

"Next time we meet, I'll buy you a drink. Goodbye, you stinky pirate."
To be continued...