"Here are the lowest level Imp Seal, the Void Walker's summoning rune, the Hound Ruby for the Hell Hound, and the Concentric Tree Core for summoning the Succubus.

These are relatively weak demons. Captain, if you want to challenge your dark skills, I also have a blood pact scroll here for summoning demon guards.

And if the captain still feels that these challenges are not enough, I also have the Hellfire Core and the most dangerous Doom Guard Magic Cage.

But these two things are more dangerous."

The one-eyed warlock looked at Blake and said in a gentle tone that would not irritate the captain:

"Perhaps Captain, you can start with low-level demons. I'm not doubting your strength, Captain, I'm just being cautious..."

"Okay, this is not when you are in the Shadow Council. Saying so many flattery words will not make me feel happy."

Blake glanced at the pile of things in the warlock's hand, hesitated for a moment on the hellfire core that exuded a dark green light, and finally picked up a small black demon seal.

This thing should be made of some kind of animal bone, with twisted magic patterns engraved on it.

It was a devilish language written in a specific way. To the uninitiated, it would look like a child's graffiti.

"The syntax of this devil's sentence is good, and the curved details are also perfect. It seems that you really have real talent. I have found a talent."

Blake stroked the magic seal and praised it.

The Evil Eye Warlock let out a low and proud laugh. Although the Shadow Council is a gathering place for scumbags, Gul'dan doesn't recruit just anyone.

Being able to work as a high-level warlock among them without dying from the backstabbing and conspiracy of his companions proves that Xie Yan is definitely not an idiot.

"Hey, helmsman of Black Teeth, come here. You will be at the helm next. Keep this course and don't change it."

Blake played with the little devil seal, shouted to the black-toothed helmsman who was resting below the deck, and then led his "guards" into the cabin with great swagger.

The black-toothed helmsman watched Blake leave, and spat to the side with disdain. Then he quickly grabbed the rope and jumped onto the stern, took over the steering wheel in a decent manner, and steered the ship forward.

And Blake, at the moment he jumped into the cabin, looked back at the black-toothed helmsman standing in front of the steering wheel.

A fleeting smile appeared on his face.

As someone who has served in the Kul Tiran fleet for several years, he knows very well how a ship's system should operate, and has been taught many times by Dai Lin's words and deeds how to maintain the dignity of a captain on board.

A ship is a small army, and commanding it is no easier than managing an army.

The Blacktooth's obedience is temporary.

Dissatisfaction has begun to ferment among these violent orcs.

Right now, they are just afraid of Garona who is hiding in the dark, and Red is trying his best to comfort her, but maybe in a few days, their patience with Blake, a human being commanded by his arrogance, will reach its limit.

There might even be a rebellion.

After all, there are too many grievances between orcs and humans.

"It's time for these idiots to realize what kind of guy is chasing them behind them. The pressure of death will unite this scattered ship.

You should also realize that only by following me can you have a chance of survival.

Pirates are so united.

Give the disgruntled crew a more dangerous enemy than the hated captain.

Dai Lin has told me stories like this since I was a child. He wanted me to realize the cunning and ruthlessness of pirates, but I also learned the dark wisdom of those stinky pirates."

Blake played with the magic seal in his hand and thought:

"The best thing is that I don't necessarily need so many orcs to set foot on the land of Zandalar with me to find Bwonsamdi. In the words of the warlocks...

Only the strong can reach the end.

I hope you are strong enough.

I hope you can be stronger than death."

PS:
Chapter completed!