After seeing the golden king of the trolls agreeing to his conditions so straightforwardly, Black immediately realized something very bad.

Damn it!

I'm going to be short of myself!

Looking at King Rastakhan's calm expression with a hint of joy in front of him, it was obvious that Black's request did not meet the psychological price he had set when he came here on this trip.

And the increasingly friendly and appreciative look in his eyes made Black certain that the King of Gold had made a fortune in this transaction.

I became a fool who turned a business worth 100 yuan into 20 yuan...

Of course, it is not ruled out that King Rastakhan is very likely to be a very well-organized commander. He has realized that it is very cost-effective to exchange a sum of money that is almost moldy in the vault for the friendship of the great pirate Black Shaw.

thing.

Anyway, now the Zandalari Trolls have completed their sworn mission. After the threat of G'huun is eliminated, the lightly armed Golden Dynasty can integrate into the South China Sea trade very smoothly by virtue of Zandalari Island's special "location advantage".

As long as the trolls' golden fleet maintains its current power, as long as the South China Sea trade route remains open, and as long as this route remains profitable, these trolls who occupy a favorable location will not have any financial pressure at all.

Isn't it just money?

Take it, take it!

After realizing this, the stinky pirate immediately regretted and beat his chest.

Although he had made a huge fortune from the Golden Dynasty this time, which could be regarded as a windfall, Black, who was full of oil, was still heartbroken as he watched King Rastakhan leave in the Royal Loa.

Damn it.

Could have made more.

Alas, my own layout is still too small.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting it. It is a one-and-done deal, and I can't catch up and ask the King of Gold for another sum of money.

Even for shameless pirates, this behavior is too rude.

With a bad feeling that they had made money but were still disappointed, Black and his accomplices were teleported back to the deck of the Nagfar. They were going to Vol'ton to end the final dispute on Zandalari Island.

Old Ghani did not come with him.

The trash god has chosen a wonderful lair for himself in the newly reborn jungles of Nazmir.

It also asked Black for a few days' leave, and summoned several of its big scavengers to Zandalar Island, saying that it wanted to seize the time to decorate its "new home" and create a god's garbage dump to entertain itself.

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Hey, there are so many idiots picking up trash!

With this complaint, the pirates wandered around the Nagfar for several times, and even went to the cabin to see the body of the great parasaurus.

Onyxia's body slept in the darkness, but there was still no trace of Sephiel's return.

This somewhat worried Blake.

It's been several days, but no news has been sent back. Did Sephiel encounter any trouble in the past timeline? But logically speaking, if there is really trouble, the unique ability of the bronze dragon should be able to

Send yourself a warning.

The only explanation for the current calm situation is that Sephiel needs to hide to prevent her from rashly returning to Black and causing unexpected trouble to the stinky pirates.

Such as luring that damn bronze dragon stowaway Toki over.

Reminiscent of Sephiel's character of not wanting to cause trouble to others, the pirate decided to stand still and wait for the next step of contact from the first auxiliary dragon after repeated reflections.

He suppressed his worries and went to the lower cabin.

The Titan equipment that was moved out of Odile are stored here. These items are now the most valuable cargo on this ghost ship.

Mechagon's mechanical gnomes specially dispatched a team of engineers to guard these databases containing sacred knowledge day and night, and at the same time tried to "steal" some of the knowledge inside without destroying the Titan database.

Prince Erazmin is personally responsible for this job.

And Black's return brought great news to these mechanical gnomes who were scratching their heads in anxiety because they were unable to break into the Titan database.

After getting the permission of the Holy Mother of Purity, they no longer have to sneakily try to crack the permissions of the Titan database.

As soon as the news was announced, the mechanical gnomes in the cabin immediately cheered.

They no longer have to be secretive hackers, they can now openly request access rights, and for the mechagnomes who value knowledge above all else, there is nothing better than this.

"I said, the progress of that ship..."

Seeing a group of mechanical dwarves shouting excitedly, Blake snorted, puffed out a smoke ring from his pipe, and looked at Prince Erazmin beside him.

He just started, and His Highness the Prince already knew what Black was going to ask.

The mechanical gnome patted his chest and promised:

"Your spaceship is already undergoing its final navigation tests. I swear on the honor of Mechagon, my captain, that when you need your ship, it will not be late again.

You don’t need to rely on Gaboa’s miserable wooden spaceship to fly around next time, you will have your own flying fortress!”

"Very good, this answer makes me very satisfied."

Blake nodded and said:

"I knew it was right to leave this job to you. Although it is much later than I expected, I still look forward to its arrival. As the old saying goes, it is never too late for a good meal.

Go now.

Copy all the Titan knowledge from the Pantheon and make a backup in Mechagon.

I will go and see it when I have time."

After finishing his instructions, the stinky pirate hid in his captain's cabin and slept.

Of course, this is what he said in name.

The real situation is that he locked himself in the captain's cabin and did not allow anyone to disturb him. He did not light a lamp and just sat in the dark captain's cabin alone on the captain's chair with a piece of paper writing and drawing.

It seems like he is planning something.

Judging from the way he frowned at times and looked expectant and anxious at other times, you knew that Blake was definitely thinking about something very important.

Maybe it's a huge conspiracy to destroy the world or something like that.

Such dangerous and worrying thoughts continued until the evening of that day, and came to an end when the Naqfar surfaced on the gravel dock on the northwest coast of the Wharton Desert.

This wharf was originally controlled by the unfaithful Snakemen. It was the most important "port to the sea" for the Snakeman Empire. In the past period, ships from several goblin plutocrats often docked here.

Those goblin merchants who are greedy for money are the only forces in the entire South China Sea willing to trade with the Snake Man Empire. They transport various materials to the Snake Man and then purchase a large number of slaves and gems that the Snake Man are good at making from the Snake Man slave owners.

accessories.

For a time, when the trade between goblins and snakemen was close, the snakemen even allowed the goblins to mine crude oil in their territory.

The cooperation between the two parties can be regarded as a typical representative of a nest of snakes and rats.

However, two months ago, the goblins' cunning and cunning in a large-scale arms trade completely angered the Faithless Emperor Kotech.

The conscientious goblins found a batch of third-hand artillery and firewood boats from the Orc war period and renovated them. They also made a batch of added gutter oil and passed it off as military oil and sold it to the snake people at a high price.

This isn't the first time the goblins have done this.

But unexpectedly, this trade was tipped off by the evil-minded Ancestral Turtle merchant. After Emperor Kotech discovered that he had been the scapegoat of the goblins, the sinister Snake Emperor became furious.

It captured all the goblins in the Snake Empire at once, exposed seven caravan leaders to death in the sun, and demoted all the remaining goblins into slaves.

At this point, the cooperation between snakes and goblins collapsed.

Several goblin plutocrats in the South China Sea jointly listed the unfaithful snake people as "undesirables" and imposed a "trade embargo" on the snake people empire, which directly caused this gravel dock to change from a prosperous place to a deserted state.

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When Blake set foot on the gravel docks, it had been taken over by foxes and pious serpents.

Queen Eudora, wearing a peculiar furry coyote crown, and Snake Prophet Warwick are here to welcome Blake. Looking from the pier to the hinterland of the Snake Empire, you can also see the snake canyon over there at night.

The smoke of burning gunpowder is rising.

That was when the Troll Guards took advantage of the darkness to sneak attack on the town of the Faithless Snakemen. With the blessing of the divine power of Loa, those elite Troll warriors' combat power was simply unparalleled on Zandalari Island.

"Our vanguard is attacking the Temple of Setaris, Captain."

Eudora, riding on her "Royal Coyote", reported to Blake with excitement:

"Ms. Xalatath's Mantid Guards are responsible for the vanguard. Those bugmen are so powerful, and the snakemen under Kothek's command are no match for them.

We have prepared the caravan for you, you follow us to the temple, and when we get there, the battle will basically be over."

"Well, I have no doubt about this result."

Blake shrugged his shoulders and said a little unmotivated:

"If the mantid heroes under Xal'atath fail to capture a poor serpent-man temple for their dark lord, the mean ancient lord will probably bring annihilation to them.

But before I go to the temple, I have something to talk to you two about.

Come with me, let’s get in the car and talk.”

The pirate pointed at the desert caravan that the foxes had specially prepared for him.

Probably in order to highlight the evil and outstanding character of the captain, the local fox people made many strange decorations for this car.
To be continued...