"You are so ugly dressed up like this! Your blindfold is so disgusting!"

Three days later, on the stern of the deck, the unshaven Red Blackhand was supporting his still weak brother as he walked out of the cabin to bask in the sun. There was also a tall orc warrior guard beside them.

Chief Red, who was always in a bad mood, saw Black holding the steering wheel and steering the warship, and he sneered and complained mercilessly.

"well enough?"

When Black heard the orc's complaints, he was not provoked at all, because he knew that Red Blackhand could only talk.

Everything is under control, except for some restless factors.

But the restless factors are also under control.

It was just these six days of sailing that made the clothes on his body emit an unpleasant smell, which was sad. But the good news was that the first beard finally grew on his burned cheeks.

This means that his injury is improving.

He pushed the eyepatch on his right eye and glanced at the equipment column in the character card. The eyepatch covering his right eye was indeed not very beautiful in appearance.

But its entries are pretty good.

The classic equipment that belongs to the classic old world version in his memory:

Eye of Red

Excellent quality

Strengthen critical strike. Strengthen protection. Strengthen precision.

The last two entries are nothing more. The main one is the entry that strengthens the critical hit. This is the first time Blake has seen it. This is probably the "critical hit" attribute in the game.

It is obviously a very rare magical attribute in the real world.

And the best part is, after wearing an eyepatch on his right eye, he looks more like a pirate.

All I need now is a pirate hat.

There were also several orcs guarding Black, as well as his newly recruited warlock Tiga Evil Eye. They acted as if they were incompatible with Black's gesture.

They all carry weapons and stay loyally beside the pirates, seemingly ready to show their "bravery" at any time.

These thirty orcs were "carefully selected" by Tiga Evil Eye and belonged to Black's first crew.

They are all orcs from the Stormrage Clan, former acquaintances and subordinates of Evil Eye. These cunning guys actually do not obey Captain Black very much in their hearts.

But compared to the more than 300 black-toothed grinning orcs on the ship who were always staring at their heads, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

Apart from hugging Blake's thigh, unless they were willing to jump into the sea, they had no other way to survive.

Under this predicament, no matter how unwilling they were, these thirty orcs could only obediently become Black's first "die-hard loyalists".

The new pirate captain also knows that establishing majesty and power cannot be accomplished overnight. Fortunately, there is plenty of time left for him.

He was not in a hurry to gather these scum who originally served the Shadow Council, but instead chatted with the orc warlock Evil Eye who was playing with the Breaker Talisman next to him, pretending to be fierce, and claiming to be his "first mate".

"Diga, do you warlocks all have your own magic books?"

Blake glanced at the "Magic Creation" skill in the character card, turned the steering wheel, and asked casually.

"Grimes?"

When Xie Yan heard this question, he immediately blinked his one eye and said in a strange tone:

"That is indeed a necessary magic weapon for a warlock.

But only high-level warlocks have the energy and qualifications to create their own grimoires, which generally record some profound and obscure evil shadow spells.

Or solidify some magic that can be activated only by injecting magic power.

Captain, you can understand it as the handbook of a high-level warlock. I once had my own grimoire, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by the demons in that damn tomb."

"Well, that's really a pity."

Blake shook his head and asked again:

"What materials are needed to make the grimoire?"

The evil eye's gaze became more and more strange. The hunched-over blood-ringed orc warlock thought for a moment and asked softly:

"With all due respect, Captain, you are not a warlock. Even if you know these steps, you still..."

"Whoosh"

A small ball of shadow sparks shone on the fingertips of Blake's left hand wearing combat gloves. He looked back at the evil eyes with a stunned expression, and a smile appeared on his face with the eyepatch.

He said:

"It's just a secret of shadow and evil energy. It has been learned and understood by me. If I ask you anything, you can answer it honestly.

Dear Evil Eye, I don’t really like others guessing my thoughts.”

"Yes, yes, Captain."

The orc warlock quickly lowered his head.

Shock echoed in his heart. Even though warlock spells did not require talent, Evil Eye was still a cunning old man who had infiltrated the high-level warlocks in the Shadow Council.

He has never seen anyone who can become a warlock from scratch within a few days. This is too fast.

Even in the legend, when the young Gul'dan met the Demon King and was granted the power of evil, he was not so fast!

"You lazy bastards! Stand up! Fully hoist the sail and tilt it to the southwest! Haven't you felt the sea breeze has changed? Hurry!"

Blake showed a small hand, shocking the orc warlock. While turning the steering wheel, he yelled at the deck and asked the black-toothed orcs to pull the sail with ropes.

His orders were quickly implemented.

In the past six days, thanks to Black Hand's co-starring and Garona's "secret operations", after seven or eight bastards who provoked Black died inexplicably during the night, his position as captain has become somewhat stable.

He looked at the obedience of the Black-toothed Orc sailors and nodded with satisfaction, but soon noticed a group of Black-toothed Orcs gathered at the edge of the deck, whispering something.

He also glanced in his direction from time to time.

Thanks to his enhanced senses on the sea, Blake could feel the unkind gazes of those black-toothed orcs, which made him tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

He glanced back at the endless sea and began to think in his mind.

A few minutes later, his eyes fell on Maimu Blackhand who was being helped to walk on the deck.

This young man from the Black Hand family was thrown into a group of chasing demons by Gul'dan in the Tomb of Sargeras, and was severely burned by evil energy.

If not for the sudden appearance of the Deep Sea Naga, he would probably have died there.

But this guy's vitality is very strong. He crawled back from the Tomb of Sargeras on his own. In the past few days, Evil Eye has been using soul stones to replenish his vitality.

Blake had seen the "therapy" scene.

The warlock uses the octopus caught from the deep sea to absorb the life force, then pours the life force into the soul stone, and then roughly puts the soul stone into the patient's mouth and lets him chew it, thus replenishing the life force.

The Soul Stone is essentially a magical container. Absorbing souls is only one of its functions. Temporarily storing vitality is also one of its functions.

"Speaking of Maimu Blackhand, you have been treating him. Is he okay?"

Blake asked softly:

"How long will it take for him to recover?"

"Coming soon, Captain."

The orc warlock behind him hunched over and rubbed his hands. He was obviously an orc, but he had a goblin-like temperament and said to the captain in a flattering tone:

"I have been feeding him soul stones since before we set off. Maimu. Blackhand inherited the excellent bloodline of Chief Blackhand. He has strong vitality and strong self-healing ability.

Now that his damaged internal organs have almost healed, only the burns on his body are more troublesome. If he is fed soul stones regardless of the consequences, he will be able to fight in a few days.

But don’t worry, captain, I have a hand in reserve."

Evil Eye used his single eye to look at Maimu's back. He lowered his voice and said to Blake in a warlock's sinister tone:

"He's having an old injury now, if you need to..."

"Well, it seems that you can't eat too much of the 'candy' made by evil spirits."

Blake is now a warlock. He knows how many ways a warlock can use to harm people, so he is not surprised at all that Tiga. Evil Eye secretly does it.

He waved his hand and said to the orc warlock in a gentle tone:

"He is now our friend, and we will continue to 'treat' him with our heart."

"Okay, Captain."

Xie Yan immediately accepted the order and smiled.

Then he saw Blake let go of the steering wheel, turned to him and stretched out his hand and said:

"Do you have any ready-made spells for summoning demons? Give me one. I'll practice it if I don't have any spare time."

"have."

The evil eye warlock, who is always haunted by the shadow of death, will not refuse his captain. When he heard the captain asked for a demon summoning spell, he immediately became energetic.

He opened his animal skin bag and took out a lot of weird-looking spell-casting materials.

Said to his captain:
To be continued...