Speaking of the ocean in Hellfire Peninsula, it was once one of the richest areas in the entire Draenor world.

Just over ten years ago, before the orcs drank the blood of demons and fell, the inland sea between Tanaan Jungle and Shadowmoon Valley was a god-given place comparable to Zangar Sea.

Although the orcs are limited by the world's terrain and have not been able to develop an outstanding ocean-going navy, they can still drive ships between the two lands.

Especially the hunters of the Bloodring Clan who live in the Tanaan Jungle, the fish they get from this god-given sea are also necessary for their survival.

It is said that when the Draenei first came to Draenor, they also took a fancy to the richness of this inland sea, so they built the splendid Karabor Temple and the surrounding gorgeous buildings on the coast of Shadowmoon Valley, planning to use it as a The draenei's ocean base,

Unlike the orcs who are already satisfied with the fertile land, the draenei who come from a more advanced civilization obviously have great ambitions to explore the entire world of Draenor.

However, this world is still too small after all.

Its land and sea area combined is only a quarter of Azeroth's.

When converted to the world of Argus, it is even less than one-sixth, and the continents of this world are closely connected. There are only a few large isolated islands in the vast open sea, so the draenei's sailing plan came to nothing.

But now, at the end of a brief violent era, the once fertile sea has become a sea polluted by evil energy, like a basin completely polluted by dark green ink.

Even while driving on the sea, you can smell the pungent sulfur smell.

What makes people sigh is the tenacity of life. Even if the sea water has been polluted like this, there are still fish living in the sea. It is a pity that they were caught as fishes and have now become terrifying predators.

No one dares to approach the coast at will, which means that they will be attacked by strange fish from the sea, but on the other hand, ocean pollution is not a bad thing.

After all, in this sea of ​​evil energy, the world of orcs finally has a decent sea fleet...

A group of arrogant pirates of all races were driving their five ships without any scruples on the coast of what was once the Tanaan Jungle, now the Hellfire Peninsula.

These battleships are not large in size, nor have they developed as exaggerated firepower and sailing speed as the pirates of Azeroth. After all, in this world, pirates like them have no competition among their peers, let alone the powerful Kul Tiras. The navy came to surround them.

An ordinary merchant ship is enough.

The wood used to build these merchant ships was all taken from the arakkoa palace in the Arak Peaks. They are all extremely fine wood and have been blessed by the arakkoa sun priests to resist the corrosion of the sea of ​​evil energy.

However, although there are ships, the pirates on them are very arrogant.

A group of Khajiits and Crows with irons around their necks were driven by the evil orcs with whips to pull the sail ropes to make the ship turn awkwardly. Such poor maneuvering would undoubtedly be laughed at by their counterparts in Azeroth. For landlubber behavior.

But again, there are no powerful pirates in Draenor to point fingers at the Black Spirit Pirates.

In this "blue ocean market" without competition, the Black Spirit Pirate Group is the complete "monopoly".

But despite this, Felton, the seventh knight of the Black Spirit Pirates who is currently in charge of this small fleet, is still very dissatisfied with the current situation of the Black Spirit Pirates.

My family knows my own family, as a "famous pirate" who once made a living on the cruel endless sea of ​​Azeroth, robbed the Kul Tiran fleet, fought with undead pirates, and plundered Dalaran.

, his vision is already very high,

Past experience tells this black knight holding a giant hammer that his fleet in Azeroth is not even considered third-rate. Even the escort fleet of the goblin plutocrats can easily kill them.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Felton wore a stylish pirate captain's armor and stood alone on the bow of his flagship "The Curse".

Under the gloomy battle helmet, he watched with despair as the last ship in the fleet actually yawed at a speed of less than 5 knots.

The traitorous Draenei captain commanding the ship was angrily scolding the stupid and arrogant Fel Orc sailors under his command, while the Fel Orcs whipped the ogre slaves harder and scolded them to quickly sail back the ship.

But the problem is, letting the ogres fight is okay, but letting them pull the sail is obviously beyond the limit of their abilities.

"A rabble! A bunch of losers! Sad early ducks! Stupid bilge rats! Did your mother get along with a drunken murloc to give birth to you retarded imbeciles?"

Captain Felton yelled, but he was powerless to change everything.

The world of Draenor has never had a tradition of long voyages. The people here know nothing about navigation and naval warfare. Their Black Spirit pirate group only has nine people, and even if they all teach sailors, it is too late.

What's more, the nine black knights themselves are half-baked, having become pirate kings on the way from bandit kings who robbed houses.

They themselves are not very good old sea dogs, otherwise they would not have been chased all over the world by their colleagues and navy on the sea of ​​Azeroth. It is natural to imagine how valuable the disciples taught by such a third-rate master are.

And know.

But fortunately and sadly, the Black Spirit Pirates are not even cannon fodder in the current system of the Burning Legion.

They don't need to take on tough tasks.

All you need to do is follow the fraudster's request, take advantage of the undefended sea area to break through the land blockade, and land behind the native forces of Draenor to open the demonic portal.

Their performance in this regard satisfied the Deceiver. The Legion's first large-scale invasions in Draenor were launched by the Black Spirit Pirates.

Now that the demons have completely taken the initiative in the war, the Black Spirit pirates have retired and returned to their "old business".

Cursed by Sargeras himself, their immortal bodies are filled with an insatiable curse. They must constantly search for various treasures for the Dark Titan to relieve the pain and hunger in their souls.

During this period of time, the Black Spirit pirates have been busy with this matter. They are rampaging around the world of Draenor, taking advantage of the chaos of the demonic invasion to grab special loot.

Draenei treasures in the Temple of Karabor, Sun Sacred Artifacts of the Raven Empire in Skyreach Peak, Ogre Rune Treasures in Highmaul, the last city of the Ogre Empire, Bone Witchcraft in Khajiit Tribe, Orc Tribe

The shamanic sacred objects in it, etc.

As long as there is anything in this world, these greedy guys want and steal everything.

They grabbed a large number of treasures in a very short period of time, which undoubtedly made the black knights feel the tranquility and satisfaction of their souls, making them full of energy.

If they continue like this, maybe within a few years, they will be able to accumulate enough treasures to contribute to Lord Sargeras and be freed from the curse of immortality.

Or pray to the Dark Titan to grant more powerful power to their loyal servants.

The five ships commanded by the Seventh Knight Felton are the transport ships that transport treasures from the Temple of Karabor back to the treasure house on the Ashland Peninsula.

Of course, it is worth a black knight personally dispatching. This small fleet must not only have treasures, but also an important prisoner.

This prisoner is of great importance to the Black Knights, not only because he is from Azeroth, but also because he holds clues to the legendary Ogre Empire's supreme treasure.

That is one of the highest treasures in the world of Draenor, and it is a target that must be obtained by the Black Knights!

"you go!"

The black knight's eyes twitched as he watched the last ship in his fleet yaw more and more, and watched the ship start to spin in circles more and more outrageously. He really couldn't stand it anymore.

He grabbed the coquettish succubus mate who was serving beside him by the neck, threw her into the sky, and roared:

"Go tell those bastards! If you can't get the ship back within fifteen minutes, I will snap their necks myself! Feed their souls to the damn hellhounds!"

waste!

They are all trash! Even if you give me twenty old seals, ten! I would rather trade all of their lives for ten old seals from Azeroth!

Lord Sargeras, how could there be such a stupid creature in this world!

Is it necessary for such a stupid world to exist?

Kobolds are much more useful than them!"

Amid the curse-filled curses of the Black Knight, the succubus first mate did not dare to refute, and could only flap its wings and fly towards the deviating ship at the rear of the fleet.

Because of the damn stupid movement of that ship, the entire fleet had to slow down and wait for them.

This made the Black Knight increasingly angry.

But a few minutes later, Felton suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The power cursed by Lord Sargeras suddenly surged in his body, as if a special perception was activated, causing the angry black knight to calm down in an instant, and looked towards the coast of the Hellfire Peninsula not far away with bright eyes.

.

There was something there that attracted him, like a vicious dog smelling a bone.

Although this metaphor is weird, it is indeed very appropriate because Felton himself cannot control this perception and impulse.

"The power of my curse is beating in that place! There is a huge treasure in that place!"

The Black Knight looked forward greedily, and even took a deep breath. On the sulfur-smelling sea, he seemed to smell the most wonderful aroma.

Holding the ferocious magic steel sledgehammer in his hand, he called the second mate on his ship over.

He was a Draenei traitor who had fallen emblems tattooed all over his body. He was a "smart man" who had lost his faith and turned to the Burning Legion. The fallen emblems now painted all over his body were a "proof of identity".

This means that this cunning draenei will soon be infused with the fel energy of the Legion, transforming him from a miserable draenei into a glorious eredar demon.

Becoming one of the fallen servants serving the Deceiver and the Defiler, it is even possible to return to the long-lost homeland of Argus.

“There, what place is there!”

Felton yelled at his second officer angrily:

"Is there any buried treasure there?"

"Well,"

The Draenei looked in the direction pointed by the black knight. He thought for a while and said:

"There was indeed a town where the Draenei lived there, but the treasures... As far as I know, there are no treasures there. Of course, it does not rule out that when we were avoiding the massacre of the orcs under the leadership of the weak Velen, some of the tribesmen took the precious treasures.

Dongxz is there."

“Then go and see!“

Felton was impatient.

The temptation from the big treasure made his eyes shine with the dark light of the sea. Under his care, a group of evil orc sailors hurriedly put the boat on the water, and found two big and round ogres to row the boat.

Carrying Felton, his second officer, and a group of violent Fel Orc Destroyers, he headed for the coast.
To be continued...