After all, he is an orc from a "well-born" family and a chief, so he must have the proper style.

"The only advantage this ship has is that it's fast."

Blake blew out a smoke ring, like a sailing instructor, and said to Red Blackhand in front of him:

"It can run up to 10 knots with the wind. If there are ocean currents, the maximum speed can exceed 12 knots. According to my personal experience, the maximum speed of the Nagfar underwater is only about 9 knots.

But the advantage of that keel battleship is that it does not need sea breeze and only needs to consider ocean current factors.

If we're just chasing and escaping, it's only a matter of time before it catches up with us. That's a very simple mathematical problem, but your orc brain can't handle it.

In fact, if you stop wasting my time with excuses like now, we can enter the predetermined sea area before it catches up.

That is not the territory of Hades, and even the elite Kvaldir under Hela do not dare to act arrogantly."

"So where is the place beyond the shroud of hell?"

Reid tightened the steering wheel in his hand and continued to ask:

"You dragged me and my clan to fight with you. I have the right to know where the battlefield is!"

"You orcs are really..."

Blake's brows furrowed.

But after a few seconds, he took a deep breath, pointed to the endless sea in the south, and said:

"The default battlefield is on Zandalar Island.

It doesn't matter whether you have heard of this name or not. It is a large island. The final battle will be fought on land. You landlubbers will not be asked to fight a naval battle that you cannot control at all.

So put your heart back in your belly and sail your boat!"

After scolding Red a few more words, Blake stepped on the steps, walked down the deck, and threw the empty wine bottle into the sea water below the side of the ship, causing a few splashes to appear.

"You seem unhappy with the ship?"

A few minutes later, the voice of the legendary mage Merry Winterwind sounded in Blake's ears, and the demilich mage said:

"I don't know much about ships, but from my point of view, this ship is very good. It is strong enough to carry us through the wind and waves.

It is a silent warrior, even if it falls into the hands of orcs, it still performs the duties of a warrior."

"I didn't say it was bad, Master."

Black turned back to the demilich and said:

"This is already the best warship that the orcs can find. I heard that it was captured by them in the fleet of the Kingdom of Stormwind. If the pursuit mission was not too urgent this time, Orgrim would not give this ship to

Black Hand Brothers.

It's just not as good as the other ships I've been on.

It doesn't give me enough security."

"But you made a mistake. You shouldn't compare your present with your past."

The old mage bent over, leaning on his pine staff, and said in a hoarse tone:

"It's like this ship, and the one you went to.

Since the founding of Kul Tiras, their maritime power has always been the best among human nations. Even in the era of Aegwynn the Younger, no kingdom could challenge Kul Tiras on the sea.

I still remember that one year, I heard a joke from Terenas II’s grandfather. The kings commented that the fleet of Kul Tiras did not exist to fight the mortal realm.

The only enemy of the Kul Tiran fleet is the sea itself.

Well, maybe now we should add the red dragon.

Your uneasiness does not stem from this ship, but from the fact that you are not sure of victory in this adventure of yours, or let me put it another way."

The old mage narrowed his eyes and said to Black:

"You feel that you lack strength, and being weak makes you uneasy."

"Mortals like me will always praise the wisdom of mages. But I haven't communicated with many mages in the past, and I really lack confidence in their wisdom.

However, Master, your wisdom really impresses me."

Blake flexed his fingers, took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at Merry Dongfeng.

He said:

"As you said, I really don't have confidence in my own strength.
Chapter completed!