On the coast of Suramar, Black was in his captain's cabin, looking at the twisted Sephiel in front of him.

It is unknown at what point in time the troublemaker Chromie has been chased by Chromatus. It is obvious that he lied about the military situation, and the first parasaurus did not change his appearance.

After she obtained a body that was more in line with the strength attributes, she still maintained Onyxia's face, but she made her already generous heart bigger and the shape also changed to look better.

No need to worry about this small change.

Probably because both she and Blake were used to this face, so a sudden change made both of them awkward.

However, compared to the current situation of the twisted Parasaurus, Blake is now thinking about another problem.

A very important question.

He stared at the two broken skulls placed on the desk in front of him. Judging from the embellishment of the skulls and the once perfect but now broken structure, these should be Blake's "collections" placed in his exhibition cabinet.

But they are now broken. Judging from the finger marks remaining on the skull, they must have been crushed violently.

This made the pirates very distressed and uncomfortable.

Each of his collections is found and made by himself. Although it may seem scary and perverted to outsiders, there is no doubt that the stinky pirate is very sentimental about his collection.

Under normal circumstances, the destruction of his beloved things will definitely trigger Blake's rage, and by the way, a wave of rewards will be offered throughout the Endless Sea.

But now the pirate looked at his destroyed collection, and besides feeling depressed, he couldn't get angry at all.

In front of the melancholy pirate, Sephiel, who had always been reliable but now looked embarrassed, lowered his head like a child who had done something bad, played with his fingers and said:

"Well... I'm not used to using the power of the Eternal Dragon. Maybe it's because Dark Chromie's body is too powerful. I don't dare to walk around now.

I originally wanted to help you clean up those collections and wipe them, but I accidentally crushed two of them."

"But you are a time dragon."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and looked at Sephiel. He pointed at the broken skull in front of him and said helplessly:

"You can recover even if you crush them. Why are they like this?"

"Well, I'm trying to recover."

Sephiel's expression became even more embarrassed. She blushed and whispered:

"But the power of the Eternal Dragon was too wild. I accidentally over-restored it and almost made them 'resurrection' in place. I thought about restoring it accurately to the way it was before I entered the captain's room, so I pushed forward.

A moment, then...excessive force again...

In short, after going back and forth like this four or five times, they became like this.

I really didn't mean it, Captain."

"It is indeed not intentional. If it was intentional, it would not be possible to destroy even the magic points inside so completely. I thought some enemy came to the door and specially selected my collection to threaten me."

Blake sighed, tried hard not to look at the miserable skull, shook his head and said:

"There is absolutely no way to recover from this, and we can only throw it into the hands of old Garni. But fortunately, at least it has once again promoted the friendship between me and old Garni, which can be considered a bit of credit.

You should stay alone in the cabin to rest for the next few days. When you get used to the power of the Eternal Tyrant before you come out to work, I will first transfer Little Star to work for a few days."

He glanced at the anxious Sephiel, grinned, and waved to the first parasaurus.

The latter moved to the pirate's side with a cautious expression that said "I can't control my power and will hurt other people", but Blake held her waist indifferently and hugged Sephiel fiercely in his arms.

He put his head on the big round dumpling, closed his eyes and whispered:

"How could I be angry with you? Do you know that Chromie came to me specifically this morning and wanted to talk to me as a friend and future mother-in-law?

It seems that you have a real good friend who dares to risk offending me to support you. It is really an enviable friendship."

"You don't need to pay attention to her."

Sephiel blushed and whispered:

"Chromie has always had such a crazy temperament, a troublemaker similar to Toki. These bronze dragons who transformed themselves into dwarfs have the same crazy temperament as the dwarfs.

Many people hate Chromie, and I heard that some people nicknamed her 'Human Hate, Dragon Hate', but she is really nice to me."

"I'm just discussing the matter and I'm not angry."

The pirate "kindly" concealed the fact that he asked Drake to teach Chromie a lesson. He just didn't want Sephiel to worry.

After the two were so affectionate for a few minutes, Blake glanced at the chart hanging on the wall, stretched his body and said:

"The matter with the black dragon has been resolved. There should be warriors on the Guardian side, and the dwarves have gathered in the Molten Core. It's time to go to the Land of Fire to deal with Ragnaros.

Things will get busy next.

But before that, we have to go to Booty Bay first.

I heard from Mrs. Guo Ya that the Dark Gold Sect has placed its headquarters there. Our old Ansu has also been very close to them recently. I wonder if he still remembers his agreement to be cannon fodder for us?

"

"It will!"

Sephiel held Black's neck, pecked the pirate on the cheek, and said seriously:

"I've seen the way old Anzu talks about his beloved Rukhma. The look in his eyes that he loves someone so deeply that he is willing to do everything for him cannot deceive anyone.

Although you always laugh at old Ansu for being a bitch, for women like us, having a man like Ansu by our side really feels safe.

From this point of view, Rukhma is also a very lucky lady."

"Well, Rukhma died weakly. He spent the second half of his life in loneliness. He still called his lover's name when he died. He had no peace after death and was mistakenly resurrected by his unfilial descendants. After that, he lived in confusion.

It’s been so long.”

Blake whispered:

“Is this considered ‘lucky’ in the eyes of you women?

Well, the way men and women view love is indeed different. My dear first mate, when you talk about this at this time, do you hope that I can stay with you forever like old Ansu?

If I say I will, will you be moved to give me a kiss?"

"If you want a kiss, just ask."

Sephiel laughed and took the initiative to give him a sweet kiss. The couple just hugged each other. Blake's hand began to go down along Sephire's waist, and the first parasaurus responded generously and enthusiastically.

The only problem is that it's a bit "too enthusiastic".

"Kacha"

When Sephiel unbuttoned his clothes, tightened his arms and tried to bury the pirate's head in his tall chest, a crisp sound rang out from Blake's neck and spine.

Then the smelly pirates' cries of pain and Sephiel's screams sounded in the captain's cabin.

"Don't move! Don't touch... the spine, it's broken... Hurry! Call Natalie over, hurry up, or it will heal into a dislocation after a while, and I will have to break the spine again...

Ah, it hurts so much...

No!

Don't use time magic, you can't control it now...

Ah, uncontrolled power can indeed hurt the people you love most, right? Also, when you reshaped your body, did you modify your figure?

I remember it wasn’t this big before..."

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In the early morning of the next day, the Nagfar quietly floated up from the dock on the Treasure Coast shrouded in darkness. This action should theoretically alert the goblins to the lighthouse erected on the dock.

However, since the pirate ship was floated on the private dock of Wharton Trading Company, it did not attract any inspections by the annoying goblins.

This means that pirates do not need to pay a port fee for their ghost ships, it also means that a few fewer people among the greedy goblins will die today, and it also means that the owner of this place, the rich man Levigaz, can pay a few less low fees.

to almost no pension.

So in general, it would be better for everyone if Blake kept a low profile.

As the ghost ship docked in the night, the ghost pirates quickly placed the ship's planks on the trestle in front of them. Blake got off the ship with brisk steps, rubbing his neck and spine.

Although the black-robed ship doctor repeatedly confirmed that he had returned to normal, he always felt that there was something wrong with the bones there.

But it's not a big deal.

After all, as a genuine ancient god, Black actually has his own "look of an ancient god".

Of course, this thing is still "gestating" now. A guy with such a style as a pirate will definitely not allow his other side to grow carelessly and casually.

His appearance as an ancient god must be as stunning as his human form, handsome and powerful.

As for how to do this, Blake doesn't have a definite idea yet, but he thinks he can get inspiration from things he liked in the past.

A black symbiote monster would be perfect, right?

Thinking like this, Blake saw the black evil alpaca caravan that the foxes had customized for him parked on the pier in front of him, and the "Trade Prince" Eudora who had been waiting for a long time with a jack-o'-lantern beside the car. His face

A smile appeared on his face again.

"Hi, my rich man."

Blake waved to Eudora and said:

"It is said that Wharton Trading Company's net income increased by thirty points last week? How did you do it? Teach me, a poor pirate, your secrets to getting rich. I will pay for it, I promise."
To be continued...