Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1014 110. Without me, the world would be a lot more boring, right?

The controller of    Gadgetzan is the Hot Sand Consortium.

   This is a goblin consortium rooted in Kalimdor Continent, and its main activities are in the Tanaris desert and the Glittering Plain. Among the goblins large and small, the hot sand business is not the largest.

   Actually it doesn't even make it into the top three.

   But the hot sand consortium is characterized by neutrality.

   This consortium started late and was weak, so they rarely participated in the disagreements and business wars of the goblin consortium. They guard their hot sand port and make money at the Speedway in the Glitter Plains.

   Occasionally made a cameo appearance in the commercial activities of transporting supplies to the great desert of Silithus.

  Because of the special status of the hot sand port on the South China Sea shipping route, the hot sand consortium made a lot of money, but the profit cannot be compared with Booty Bay, which monopolized the starting point and the end point of the South China Sea trade route.

   It is not worth mentioning compared to the venture capital companies that are keen on risky investment, and the rusty water chaebols rooted in Kezan Island, the origin of goblin civilization.

   To sum up, the hot sand consortium has great potential.

   But it is still a small force and can only get a piece of the pie on the golden route.

   However, the trade prince of this consortium, His Excellency Hot Sand, is one of the few goblin merchants who makes Black feel like a spring breeze.

   This kind of good first impression probably came from the fact that Your Excellency Hot Sand generously gave Black a windfall when they first met.

   Well, don't get me wrong, it's not the ones that Black and his gang "earn" on their own merits.

  In the most luxurious desert hut in Gadgetzan, as soon as the pirates walked in, they saw several boxes stacked together, one of which was filled with yellow and orange gold coins.

   That beautiful light captured Blake's indifferent heart at once, allowing him to regain the warmth of his heart in this materialistic magical world.

   Any stinky woman, Sefir, and Xalatas, just stand aside.

   This is your baby.

   "I'm so sorry."

   Black admired the light of wealth, but he did not reach for it.

   The main reason is that his status is different now, and besides, he has just received a rich expedition reward from the treasure house of the chieftain in Zul'Farrak, temporarily satisfying his greed and desire for wealth.

   He looked at Hot Sand, a big businessman sitting on a gorgeous chair, wearing a goblin-style luxurious coat and high hat, and holding a trade prince's scepter in his hand, and said to this goblin-looking goblin:

   "After all, I came to hear the news, not to rob my dear new friend, so Your Excellency Resha can dismiss the two second-rate assassins beside him.

  I'm worried that they are too nervous to hold the dagger in their hands and hurt you instead. "

   These words made Hot Sand embarrassed.

The owner of the    Goblin Consortium waved his hand, and two human assassins emerged from the sneak.

   This man and woman had a strong imprint of Ravenholdt's habits, and they bowed to Black with vigilance and awe.

   Of course, great pirates don't need their respect.

   But they have to respect!

  Otherwise, the elusive mad believers behind the surviving Master Assassin, the uncrowned ones in the shadows in the name of Creed, would be happy to ask them to "learn from each other".

   Those lunatics who have done several great things simply regard Blake Shaw as the "God" in their hearts, and it is still the kind that cannot be blasphemed.

   Not only do not allow oneself to blaspheme, but also allow outsiders to blaspheme.

   Now when the Uncrowned Trial starts every two months, the assassins of other factions are in a panic, for fear that these guys who have no "cred" will become the target of fanatical new assassins.

   But heck!

  Who knows what that **** creed means?

   Ask a hundred people and get a hundred different answers. There is no way to guess, and there is no way to pretend.

   Alas, this line is getting more and more convoluted.

  I think when the Duke of Ravenholdt was there, he could call himself an assassin with a knife in his hand, but now that the Uncrowned is in power, he has to take an exam to be an assassin.

   What the hell.

   "Tell me, Lord Hotsand, the news about the Bloodsail Pirates"

  Black sat on the chair behind him and said to the goblin rich man in front of him:

   "I suddenly remembered that my old friend, Rivigaz, the rich man in Booty Bay, gave me a bounty, and he desperately hoped that I could fight for him and fight against the bloodsail pirates.

   While it may not be useful now, a bounty is a bounty, and I had to complete it to prove how much I valued the friendship of an old friend. "

   "Well, this is really touching, friendship is clearly marked, and I have always wanted such a friend with a clear distinction between public and private."

  Hot Sand laughed, revealing the goblin's signature treacherous smile. Seeing that Blake went straight to the subject, he was not polite and said:

   "Not long ago, the bloodsail pirates who were completely defeated in the western wilderness came to Kalimdor. They split into three groups and went to different areas.

  I'm guessing they're going to be stationed in Kalimdor.

  According to my information, Farreville, the great merchant who defected from Kul Tiras, personally commanded his formidable Devil Shark, and took a group of fallen sea sages to hide in the Echo Isles.

   They intend to use it as their new base.

   It's far from my power, I'm not worried for the time being, the Duke of Farreville."

   "He's not a duke anymore."

  Blake suddenly interrupted the description of Hot Sand, and he said seriously:

   "When he defected, he didn't deserve the name Dai Lin jokingly gave him. He was just a pirate. Like me, he fought for treasure in the endless sea, and he might be buried at the bottom of the sea one day."

   "Well, yes, I was negligent, thanks for the reminder."

  Hot Sand nodded seriously.

   The rich man organized the language and continued:

"Farrewell's son took a few ships to Azshara further north, no one knows what he was doing there, but there are rumors that the ambitious guy was planning to use Azshara as a temporary base. , plundering our island of Kezan.

   There is the territory of the Rusty Water chaebol, and it has nothing to do with me.

   The third group of bloodsail pirates is a force that has given me a headache recently. They are commanded by Farreville's daughter, Jesse Farreville, and are stationed in the bay south of Tanaris. "

   "Where is Sunset Cape?"

  Blake didn't need a map, so he accurately stated the berth of the Bloodsail Pirates. The rich man Resha nodded and pushed his luxuriously decorated tall hat.

   He said sadly:

   "It's right there, near the beach at the ends of the earth. It's said that Jesse was there to dig up the treasure left by some great pirate of the last century and help her father make a comeback.

   But I think that the ambition of that ambitious and cruel and crazy woman is not just for the illusory treasure.

   She is likely to set up a permanent base at Sunset Cape to maintain the influence of the Bloodsail Pirates on the golden route. That place. Very close to the Caverns of Time.

   There was a bronze dragon before, so no one dared to make an idea of ​​that natural harbor, but now that the bronze dragon is gone, the Bloodsail Pirates seized it one step ahead of us.

  If we don't get it back quickly, the business of Hotsand Port is bound to be direly affected. Within the range that a group of pirates can loot at will, no maritime merchant dares to park and trade here.

   So, I share this news with you, Lord Seawolf, and I want you to take immediate action, as you did with the head-scratching Zul'Falakri.

   A neat and tidy raid to bring down those pirates! "

   Having said this, the rich man Risa rubbed his hands together and said:

   "I know this job is hard, so I'm willing to pay anything. But I also know that big pirates at your level are not so keen on chasing money. What you need is influence.

   So, I would like to ask you, are you interested in participating in the management of Gadgetzan?

  You may not know yet, this city is a shareholding system, and I stand in the lead, but some outstanding employees under my command can also get shares, and I am willing to give you fifteen copies privately.”

   "No, I'm not interested in a desert city, this is not the place for pirates."

   Black shook his head and said:

"You can talk to my friend Bwonsamdi about it, Zul'Farrak is now under his control, and the troll Reaper is also a wonderful person, if you can impress him, you don't even need to pay a penny. get his friendship.

   I'm really interested in Hot Sand Harbor! "

   These words made the rich man Risa's face tense immediately, and the greed of this pirate made him amazed.

   But the hot sand port is the lifeblood of the hot sand consortium, and he will not give up that port so easily.

   "Your expression proves that you have misunderstood my words, my new friend, let me explain my thoughts to you."

  Black snapped his fingers, and a mass of shadow magic gathered in front of him to form the general form of Kalimdor Continent.

  The pirate pointed to the location of Hot Sand Harbor, and then pointed to the location of Sunset Cape on the southern coastline of the Great Desert of Tanaris.

He says:

   "The Bloodsail Pirates will definitely be killed, you don't have to worry about that, I'll kill them all if you don't pay, but after Sunset Cape it's mine.

   The Undead Fleet needs a home port in Kalimdor, and this is the perfect place.

  I can send a fleet under my command to stay here to protect the safety of the hot sand port. I know that the hot sand consortium has to pay a commercial tax to Kul Tiras every year. "

   Black groped his chin and said:

   "You don't have to pay this year, just give it to me."

"This"

   Hot sand is hesitant.

   The matter of paying the money is the same for everyone, but the problem is that Black's words reveal an unknown meaning, the undead fleet is about to officially enter the South China Sea route.

  This means he is going to fight Daelin formally.

   At this time, mature merchants cannot place bets in advance.

   "I know your concerns."

   Black laughed and said:

   "The Northern Sea Route controlled by me can open an island to the hot sand consortium and exempt you from the business tax for three years. Believe me, the rich man, the North Sea just hasn't been developed, and the resources there are no worse than the South China Sea.

   And I also intend to establish a permanent city on the barren red earth peninsula in the middle of Kalimdor, farther north of Thorntooth City controlled by Booty Coast, to be ruled by my friends.

   By the way, build another port there.

this means"

   "This means Booty Coast no longer has a monopoly on the end of the South China Sea Route!"

   No need for Black to explain, Hot Sand screamed with sparkling eyes:

   "This means that Azshara Peninsula's crystal minerals and Ashenvale's forest resources will find cheaper outlets! This means that the South China Sea Route will officially extend to the border of the Kaldorei kingdom.

   We can do business directly with the elves by sea instead of going through the stingy **** in Everlook

   Booty Bay will lose an important commercial fulcrum, the South China Sea route will be more prosperous, the Rusty Water chaebol will be forced to join the competition in the South China Sea, and the Hot Sand Consortium will not lose anything!

  Just do it!

   This is a genius idea!

  The only question is, Booty Bay will not sit back and watch this happen, Lord Seawolf, can your friend stand up to the mercenaries of the shameless Rivigaz?

   He will definitely use nasty means other than business, we goblins are like this, we can abandon all rules for money.

   That would be a terrible attack. "

   "If my old friend Rivigaz's mercenaries can defeat the combined army of tauren and orcs, then I will."

   Black smiled and said:

   "But I guess he can't.

   Unless he can persuade the seven human nations to fight a war across the sea. However, I have inside information, and I can guarantee that in the next five years at least, human civilization will not have the motivation to start another meaningless war. "

"very good."

  Hot Sand got excited, he jumped out of his chair, turned around a few times, and finally made up his mind and said to Black:

   "Then, one-fifth of the income of the hot sand port belongs to you, but the annual business tax cannot be collected."

   "Business tax is collected, this is the rule."

   Black shook his head and said:

   "Why don't I promote the powerful alliance between the Hot Sand Consortium and Sandfury Trolls? Use this as the last bargaining chip to convince you? Also, a war is about to break out in Desolace.

   The bloodhoof tauren wins, and the centaur will suffer the most terrifying defeat ever. "

  The pirate glanced at the goblin merchant and said:

   "Interested in the slave trade? I mean, send poor homeless centaurs to places that need them and make them shine?

  If you don't have enough boats, I can lend you first.

   You see, the world is in chaos, my friend Hot Sand, wars will break out in many places, and cannon fodder is always not enough. You are not doing evil business, let alone making unscrupulous money.

  You are doing your part to quell the war in this world, while finding a new job for the displaced centaur brute who are starving to death.

  The barbarians love looting and war, and the civilized gentlemen also need mercenaries to help them fight. We are not evil slave traders, we are just loyal servants who satisfy the desires of both parties and serve the interests of both parties.

   What a noble reason this is.

  I was convinced by myself, how about you? "

   "My God, there is a pirate saint sitting in front of me!"

   The rich man Resha exclaimed exaggeratedly.

   He stretched out his hand and said to Black:

   "Today is really my lucky day.

   I feel more fortunate than my mom giving birth to me in the pub toilet in Kezan, may the money bless my poor mom, may the money kill my **** dad.

   Finally, may money bless me and my loyal friends.

  Hot sand consortium will try our best to serve you. "

   The big one and the small one clasped their hands together. The rich man took another look at the money box stacked at the door. He said:

   "These things are so in the way, I've been trying to clean them up, wondering if my new friend can do this for me? Take these shiny gadgets away.

  I'm going to call my commercial staff and get busy. "

   "Of course, I'm all for my new friend."

  Blake laughed even happier.

   At the same time, in the southern bay of the great desert of Tanaris, in a natural harbor where a rudimentary dock has just been built, the drunken female pirate Jesse Farrewell is praying to her god.

   But the whispers of the gods today are unusually silent.

just like.

   The gods named Corruptors have abandoned them as well.

This.

   The petite, red-haired female pirate frowned, looking at the silent Corruptor shrine in front of her, and then at the calm sea. Is this a warning of some kind of uneasy situation to come?

   (end of this chapter)