Black and Archbishop Nelly talked secretly for half an hour, and then the ranger archbishop left the Black Spirit Fleet with Vindicator Sirdan and their spiritual dragons.

The pirates commanded the demon hunters to gather together a group of Draenor scum who had survived the chaos, and allowed them to reluctantly launch the five ships and move towards Ashran, an island off the coast of Hellfire Peninsula, at a very slow speed.

A few hours later, another group of Draenei defenders and elite rangers gathered from the Taharama Temple flew in. These were already most of the guards at the temple.

This also means that the draenei are beginning to fully assist Black in advancing his goals.

“There are still a little few people, but it’s not a big problem.

In the captain's cabin of the "Curse", Black took a map of Ashland found on the ship and said to the garrison leader Sirdan and the demon hunter commander Victim in front of him:

"As long as you obey my command and complete my instructions perfectly, we will be able to occupy Ashland by midnight at the latest and completely eliminate the harassment of the Black Spirit pirates to the coast, so that the civilians of Hellfire Peninsula can safely pass through the Darkness. The door is closed."

"But there are thousands of people on that island!"

The Delaney defense officer looked at Blake who was full of confidence, and he said in a shocked tone:

"We only have less than 200 people here. Can we really win this battle?"

"Quack"

Faced with Sirdan's question, Black didn't even bother to answer him.

The little fishman Benbolba, who was sitting on the command table and playing with an orc-style bone flute, rolled his eyes and ridiculed the draenei in a mocking tone.

This big, heavily armed man looks powerful, but he is less courageous than a fish-man!

"Pirates can't fight a tough battle. It's the same in every world. They just rely on their large number of people to fight against the wind. Once they encounter an unexpected blow, they will collapse quickly.

Their morale, like the intelligence of their soldiers, is basically non-existent."

Black, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, blew out a smoke ring and said to the Draenei garrison in front of him:

"Do you know the reason why you Draenei people are several thousand years ahead of the orcs in technology, but you are still massacred by the orcs?

It is because you lack imagination. You have been in exile for too long and have developed an escape character. You do not believe in the existence of miracles.

But today you just have to obey orders.

Don't think too much, go with your feelings, and there is one point I must emphasize to you Draenei people."

The pirate pointed at the map in front of him, drew a circle on the coast of the island, and said:

"You guys have to do this first. Draenei defenders are famous for being rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

The blessing of the Holy Light makes you not afraid of harm. You must charge as the vanguard, attract attention at the dock and create chaos, creating opportunities for the demon hunters to assassinate the pirate commander from behind.

I also know that you in the Holy Light Church want to be kind and kind, but tonight you have to be ruthless."

Black emphasized:

"No matter who is standing in front of you, no matter male or female, no matter race, ride your thunder elephant and run over them! Don't stop until you kill them through the pier!

If you can't do this, then I won't take you to play in the future.

I mean it.

And no matter what you see after landing, shut your mouth and don't tell anyone what you saw tonight, otherwise I will cut out your tongue!"

Sirdan nodded.

This kind-hearted defender knew the current situation, and in order to protect his people and go to Azeroth, there was a rare indifference in his eyes.

Black didn't need to emphasize this to the demon hunters. This group of Illidan's servants had always been ruthless. It would be more to their liking if the pirates summoned demons on the island.

This will definitely give demon hunters an "enraged" and "warlike" buff.

The pirates asked everyone to prepare. According to the signs on the inferior charts found in the cabin, it might take them an hour to reach Ashland.

He walked out of the captain's cabin and walked around on the deck. When he looked back, he found that several ships following him had yawed seriously.

This made the pirates angry.

This group of Qingqing landlubbers can't even sail the boat well. Maybe they should hang a few people from the eaves pole to deter the tired sailors.

But soon Blake calmed down, and he discovered that it was not entirely the fault of Draenor's scumbag sailors. The main reason was that there were problems with the construction of these ships.

The keel is too light, the bottom of the ship is too flat, and the position of the eaves pole is completely wrong, so that they cannot take all the wind when raising the sail. At first glance, it is a third-rate ship built by amateur pirates like the Black Knights.

Let Daelin evaluate these things, and the Admiral will definitely be very vicious and say that they are only worthy of being used as firewood.

"You go and get a share of the treasure on the ship."

Black said to the little fishman following behind:

"Pack the most valuable ones and pile the rest in the cabin. When the draenei go to Azeroth, ask them to take these back and give them to the Jade Lotus Gang.

It happened to be the first batch of goods when the black market opened."

"Quack"

The chief treasure hunter of the undead pirates, Mr. Little Murloc, rubbed his murloc claws, gave Black a pirate military salute, and quickly rushed to the cabin to start his new career in the new world.

Blake also followed him into the cabin. He pushed open the door of the cabin where Rexxa was and saw the orc hunter feeding his insect lord.

"Hunter" Ayamis has changed so much since the last time the pirates saw him in Pandaria.

Its size expanded again, and the horny armor on its body "evolved" into a thinner but tougher mantid carapace.

Under the two pairs of sickle blades on the chest, predatory sickle-shaped insect limbs similar to those of the mantid grew, and the originally plump abdomen became fatter.

Even a little swollen.

This means that the flying insect lord is ready to lay eggs.

"My Mantid servants passed through the Dark Portal an hour ago. They will fly directly to Ashran to join us. This time, four heroes and hundreds of elite warriors are coming. They will be responsible for Ayamis

Food search and defense during spawning."

Blake reached out and touched the more contentious and majestic Qiraji lord in front of him. The latter hissed in fear. Ayamis felt the sleeping Xal'atath in Blake's soul.

It obediently bowed its head to its god of darkness.

"The supplies on Ashland Island are not enough for the swarm to thrive."

Lexa whispered:

"At most, the first batch of flying insects will be hatched and the insect nest will be transferred. Where do you plan to go next?"

"Gorgrond!"

Black hit the Qiraji Flying Lord's strong head, making a clear sound, and he replied:

"I promised to help you find your father, but I can't break my promise. Moreover, Gorgrond is quite rich in products, and the wild terrain there is very suitable for a large insect nest.

I also want to see which one is more powerful, the large-scale Qiraji or the demons."

"There is a high probability that the winner will be the devil."

Rexxar shook his head, and the upright Orc Batman said:

"Although the Qiraji swarm has obtained the advantageous genes of the mantid, their level of evolution makes them far from the demons in terms of quality, and even if they compare in quantity, they may not be able to compare.

Unless you move all the lords of the entire Qiraji Empire here, it will be difficult for them to fight the demons on their own.

Just because I know them well, I know their strengths and weaknesses."

"It doesn't matter. They still have time to evolve slowly. The ancient genes of the Yaqir Empire are not yet complete. The combination of Qiraji and Mantid only regained the incomplete power."

The pirate was not disappointed. He struck the flying insect on the head with a gentle tone and said:

"They still have the most important piece of power that they have not yet recovered. Naturally, the dark glory of the Aqir Empire will not come to them, but it doesn't matter.

Fighting against demons in the world of Draenor will allow the swarm to accumulate valuable experience, and Ayamis will share this experience with other swarm lords.

Mentor Lilesa is planning an operation that will bring the swarm to its integrity.

Perhaps, when the demons come to Azeroth, they will face the real Aqir swarm.

Those are the fallen descendants created by the ancient gods themselves, a race born for the sake of war, but maybe I shouldn't have too much hope for them."

Blake curled his lips and said disgustedly:

"A civilization that can be defeated by trolls, no matter how strong it is, probably won't be much stronger."

"Hey, little master, you are wrong to say that."

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"When the troll empire and the Aqir swarm clashed, the Aqir swarm did not have an ancient god commanding them. You have to know that the swarm without the guidance of the ancient god is like the undead pirates without you.

Same.

It's rubbish that breaks into pieces easily.

But this time, the Aqir swarm commanded by me will definitely bring a big surprise to the demons.

Let's get this done quickly, and then go to Gorgrond. My dear 'mother' suffered the pain of losing her daughter, and she is still holding on there.

I really want to see how those black dragons I abandoned live in this world."

"Well, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that our dear Black Dragon Queen, Her Majesty Sinestra, is still fighting bravely against the demons in Draenor."

The pirate showed a smirk and said seriously:
To be continued...