For example, the four skull lamps hanging on the front and rear of the car, the four alpacas pulling the car are all colored black, and they are also wearing fierce ghost masks, and the undead pirates placed on the roof of the car.

evil flag.

Well, this special treatment made Blake very satisfied.

There is nothing wrong with this car except that it is too high-end and can easily be planted with bombs on the road or have psychotic gunmen ready to deliver "fun" at any time.

But speaking of it, the foxes didn't prepare a cool convertible for him, which already made the pirates very grateful to them for sparing his life.

As the four masked alpacas started bleating, in the swaying caravan, Blake blew out a smoke ring and looked at the desert night scene outside the window. He said to Eudora and Warwick in front of him:

"I met with King Rastakhan in Nazmir, and he told me that after the shadow of G'huun dissipates, the Zandalar trolls will truly rule the island.

The foxmen and snakemen will become part of the troll empire. The Golden King promises to give your people the same national status as the Zandalari trolls, and will give you two the power to join the court council.

He paid me a lot of money...

Damn it!

I could have asked for more."

When talking about this incident, the pirate became very sad.

He held his chin in a melancholy manner, tilting his face upward at a 45-degree angle, and said to his two subordinates:

"Anyway, he asked me to withdraw the undead pirate forces from Zandalar, and I agreed. So the question now is, should you follow me, or stay in your hometown.

I have tried my best to help you get the best treatment, and there is a lot to be done if you stay here.

According to my estimation, in the next few years, the Zandalari trolls may continue to spread their influence to all parts of the world, and they are ambitious to rebuild the troll empire.

If you choose to stay, you can gain enough fame and wealth from the rise of the Zandalari Dynasty.

You are all excellent commanders and commanders under my command. I also know that it is hard to leave your homeland, and the fox people and snake people are the native civilization of Zandalar Island. It is unrealistic for you all to leave with me, so I

The choice is up to you."

"No need to say it, Captain!"

Eudora shrugged.

With a look of regret on her face, she took off the queen's hat from her head and looked at it carefully before her eyes. She said:

"What a pity. I quite like this hat, but rather than being called the Queen of Foxmen, I prefer to rob and do business around the world..."

The little fox man blinked and said:

"After all, there would be no me without you, Captain. I will definitely follow you to the ends of the earth... maybe because I am a born pirate?"

"It's so funny. You have been a pirate for more than two years and have killed no more than ten people with your own hands. How can you still have the nerve to say that you are a born pirate? Do you know that many people outside are talking about you, a cunning little fox?

The captain is the "favorite" of the Undead Fleet.

The navy of Kul Tiras will deliberately miss you every time they place a bounty on you."

Blake laughed and patted the table and said:

"You are the worst pirate captain ever, my dear Eudora.

But I also have to admit that you are the best pirate merchant. Well, I finally don’t have to tell my mother to clean up the room in her mansion specially reserved for you."

After saying that, the pirate looked at the snake-man prophet again.

Warwick hissed and spat out the snake message. He held his luxurious gem scepter and stared at Blake with his daunting snake eyes. It did not answer immediately, but after a few seconds of silence, it said:

"I can't answer you now, Captain, not because I'm interested in recruiting Zandalari trolls, but because I'm a devout man.

I gave everything to the Mysterious Mistress.

I have to see with my own eyes the last vestiges of my god before I can make the decision to stay or leave. But I think it doesn't matter whether the devout snake-man stays in Wo'dun or not.

For we have a new home in Tol Barad, and my people will always follow your cause, Captain."

This answer was watertight, and Blake was quite satisfied.

After half an hour of progress, Black's "captain-only" desert caravan finally arrived at the Temple of Setaris, which had just been captured by the mantid.

But as soon as everyone entered the temple, they received news like a bolt from the blue.

"Prophet! The relics left by our gods... are tainted!"

A wounded devout snake warrior rushed to Warwick in a horrified tone and screamed at the wide-eyed snake prophet:

"The arrogant unbelievers united with the dirty blood trolls to pollute the egg! We can even hear the cry of the mysterious mistress, damn it! They all deserve to die!"

"What did you say?"

Snake Prophet Warwick's expression changed drastically.

It pushed away the warrior in front of it, regardless of its old body, and rushed as fast as possible to the depths of the temple, which was guarded by mantids and devout snake-men.

Blake, who was following behind, had a calm expression on his face, as if he had anticipated all this.

In the deepest part of this temple that the snake people hollowed out a mountain, in the center of a huge ancient snake nest, on an altar carved from white bones, Blake saw the legendary snake egg.

The snake prophet was looking at the shiny black snake eggs and weeping bitterly. They hurriedly and slowly arrived but were still a step late.

Just looking at the weird and evil blood-red light bred inside the snake egg, you can tell that the remnants left by this mysterious mistress have been completely contaminated, and the snake people have lost their most precious inheritance today.

This desperate and sad scene made the stinky pirate grin a strange smile.
Chapter completed!