Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1083 179. About the trivial matter of becoming a god

   "Is the weapon maker I gave you still working?"

In the cabin of the Reaper, Black and Gaboa were chatting. The pirate twisted his helmet and noticed that Gaboa had two uniquely shaped dwarf handguns on his waist, obviously modified by engineering, and asked casually. .

   This question made Gaboya look sore.

   A gloomy light flashed in the snake-like eyes of the troll pirate king, he put down the wine glass made from the skull of a foxman in his hand, and said in a complaining tone:

   "That guy named Bondo Block is really smart and good at making weapons, and it's thanks to him that my fleet gets better cannons and mines than the goblins sell.

   But his problems are bigger than his strengths.

   That guy is a **** and lunatic, even a guy like me thinks he is crazy, his bad character can be imagined. In the past two months, at least a dozen of my capable subordinates have been killed by him and turned into disgusting monsters that are half-human and half-machine.

   That guy is still shouting all day long to kill Mechagon and retake his territory, and he turned the island I assigned him to experiment into a disgusting garbage dump.

   also filled it with bombs, claiming that it was his private domain.

  You tell me the truth, my friend Blake, you're actually throwing me a trouble by sending Bondo into my fleet, right? "

"how could be?"

  The pirate leaned on the chair and said in a surprised tone:

   "Bondo Block has some emotional issues, but he's a true engineering genius, something that pirates like us can't ask for.

  I gave him to you because you needed it. I believe that a guy as capable as you can't even deal with a crazy dwarf, right?

   Don't you still have a mechanical gnome's artillery in your cabin?

   He is already serving you. "

   "Well, that's true."

  Gaboa, with his smooth jaw and delicate fangs, said:

   "Although that mechanical gnome is difficult, it turns out that the technology he advocates will eventually fall under the ancient voodoo.

   But I can control him. The captains under my command are not willing to deal with that lunatic, but he is also the military supply logistics officer who curses the pirates.

   This is really a headache.

  Speaking of which, my friend, why wear a helmet in the cabin? Is the air here bad for me? No, to greet you, I deliberately used seven kinds of voodoo to clear this place aside last night.

   If you don’t believe me, take off your helmet and smell it. There is still the fragrance of your hometown in my cabin. "

   "Don't worry about my little habits."

  Black looked at the various "voodoo invasion" warning messages that had been reminding him on the character card in front of him. He kept the purification field of the Luna armor within a yard of his side, and waved his hand solemnly and said:

   "I like to wear helmets, and I also wear helmets when I fish. The whole undead pirate knows my quirks, what? Does this offend you?"

   "No offense."

   Gaboa grinned.

   This smile made the troll pirate in front of him look more and more like a poisonous snake coiled up and spitting out snake letters.

   He spread his hands and said sincerely:

   "Just not being able to see your handsome face makes me a little disappointed, as if you still don't trust me even though you are on my boat."

   "I give you the Stormcaller Crown."

   Black sighed and said:

   "That is the supreme treasure that countless people want to get. I think that gift has proved my heart. I took time out of my busy schedule to witness the promotion of the cursed pirate, but you still said that I don't trust you.

   This makes me sad.

   We have been through so many things together.

  I once gave you my greatest treasure with confidence. It was such a pleasure to work together when we murdered the Amani trolls in Dalaran. I was the first to inform you of the news of the establishment of the Tide Cult.

   I have done so much for you.

   If you were a woman, my dear Gaboa, you should now commit yourself. "

   Gaboa's face was weird as he said this series of words.

   After a few seconds, he sighed, raised the foxman skull wine glass again, raised his legs, showing a helpless gesture that I was not pretending, and said in a more relaxed tone:

"Okay, you won, I'm not your opponent when it comes to lip service, I was almost convinced by your vile remarks, I admit that you are the most deceiving pirate in this endless sea. "

   "Don't be discouraged."

  Blake laughed, patted the table and said:

   "You've made rapid progress, and you can catch up with me after a few thousand years of practice. It's not a good thing to deceive, let's change the subject and be more honest with each other.

  I think the bloodsail pirates are a hassle, what do you think? "

   "It's not my trouble."

  Gaboa rolled his eyes, drank the strangely colored wine in his glass, opened his mouth, and let out a groan of comfortable green gas.

He says:

   "Daelin's sailors are desperate to hunt down the Bloodsail pirates to restore their reputation, and I have promised to provide them with all but help.

   A revenge drama is about to be staged on the east coast of Kalimdor. I have already booked the front row of the audience. I can't wait to kneel and flatter the victor after the **** battle and show my loyalty.

  You know, I'm a little pirate king, playing as a child in the most remote sea area in the world.

  Kul Tiras, the Bloodsail Pirates, and the Two-faced Lord of the Undead Fleet are all big men I can't afford to offend. "

"boom"

   The Defiler Fragment was shoved into Gaboa's desk, and Blake said in a gloomy tone:

   "Are you deliberately angering me? Even my nickname can be wrong. I think you really deserve a beating."

   "Right, that's it!"

  Blake's reaction made Gaboa grin. He patted the table and said:

   "The communication between villains like us should be more candid! Don't beat around the bush, tell the truth, what purpose did you set foot on my boat with?

   What do you want me to do for you?

   What can I get?

  I know that you gave me the opportunity to unlock the seal of the wall of the sky, and you dug a big hole for me, but considering that this matter is good for me, I jumped in with my nose.

   But I choose to be used by you, does not mean that I like to be used by you.

   You are a pirate and so am I.

  You have your sea area, and I also have my little business.

  I'm not the dogs you call around!

  Between the mode of getting along between us, I think it is necessary for us to exchange secrets with each other. Sharing secrets is the basis of cooperation.

What do you think? "

"well said!"

The stinky pirate praised, took out a map from his luggage, spread it out in front of Gaboa, his fingers went all the way up from the direction of the hot sand port, crossed more than half of Kalimdor, and stopped at the coast of Azshara .

He says:

   "I want to re-plan the South China Sea trade route, and I want to extend the end of the golden route to the Storm Islands off the coast of Azshara. The major forces in the South China Sea have become established, and you, the 'rising star', will not take advantage.

   But this new route is unmanageable. I don’t want to work hard to finish the conspiracy but make wedding dresses for the goblins. Interested in changing places to be Pirate King? Gaboa.

  You are trapped in the waters of Zandalar and cannot move forward. There are Daelin in front and goblins in the back. The golden fleet of Zandalar also regards you as a serious concern. The loa will not help this evil fellow who has come back from the dead.

   Once the admiral teamed up with King Rastakhan, you were all done in an instant.

   That place is a place to die! "

  Blake's fingers rubbed back and forth on the map, and he said in a seductive tone:

   "This savage land that has never been properly managed by elves is your home, my Pirate King of Kalimdor."

"and many more!"

   Gaboa's finger rests on a blank area further north on the map, where he imaginably draws a line extending Black's description of the Kalimdor route to the North Sea.

   raised his head again, looked at Blake with an odd look, and said:

   "You want to open up the route between the South China Sea and the North Sea? Do you want to use the mature trading system of the goblins to help you increase the commercial income of the barren North Sea under your control?

  You want me to give up my foundation in Zandalar and come here to be your watchdog at the risk of being attacked by the goblin chaebol? "

   "Why do you always speak so badly?"

   Black snorted and said:

   "What's a watchdog? We're working together, aren't we?

   When you walk in this sea area, you can get assistance from the North Sea more easily. The North Sea Fleet under my command will provide you with everything you need.

  I give you a chance to monopolize the North Sea trade of Kalimdor.

   As long as you can grasp it, as long as my plan is completed, within five years, you will have a terrible voice in the endless sea that is no weaker than that of the goblin chaebol.

   Let the goblins guard the South China Sea and rot, you and I will have a bright future.

  When you are in Kalimdor and I am in the Eastern Continent, we will share the rule of the North Sea. When you and I join forces to defeat Kul Tiras, most of the endless sea will be ours in an instant!

  How perfect.

   I heard that the goblins are secretly gathering those small forces that are not in the sea recently. Obviously, the goblins also realize that money is not enough.

   They don't want to be fish on the cutting board.

   happened to encounter the rebellion of the Church of the Storms, the rule of Kul Tiras was already in jeopardy, and the South China Sea will soon enter a chaotic era of fighting each other to reorder the trade order amid the rise of pirates supported by goblins.

   Do you want to keep rolling with those crazy goblins, praying that you can get some scraps in the fight?

   Or relocate before the storm arrives?

   Or I'm asking a bit simpler. "

  The smelly pirate put his hand on the map, his eyes under the helmet stared at Gaboa with a tangled face, he said:

   "I send my friendship to you and wait for your reply with anticipation. Do you want to meet my expectations? Or do you want me to be disappointed?"

   "How could I."

  The troll pirate was about to say something to deal with the scene, but saw Black pulled out a Valarjar commander emblem and shook it before his eyes.

   He said softly:

   "Don't say useless nonsense, the communication between villains should be more candid! You just need to answer me, yes, or no!"

  The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly froze.

  Gaboa held the handle of the knife bitterly, and he felt as if he had returned to the moment when he was strongly oppressed by Black in the pier of the Ancestral Turtle.

   The feeling of powerlessness came over him, making him feel a kind of shame!

  I am obviously no longer the desolate skeleton that had nothing at the time, I have a fleet, I have strength, I can.

   "Don't go too far! Blake Shaw!"

  Gaboya pulled out half of the waist knife, and in the streamer of the cold blade, he gritted his teeth and said:

   "You are on my boat, and I am the master here. You may think you are fearless, but I am well prepared for this meeting!"

   "Oh, it seems you still don't understand."

  Black shook his head and tossed the emblem in his hand up and down.

   Over Gaboa's fleet, a ray of rainbow light is already looming, and the mummified pirates of the Reaper are restless, and the power of voodoo makes them feel the destruction coming.

  The smelly pirate stared at Gaboa.

He says:

   "You still don't want to accept the fate of being subservient to others. Your boring dignity is urging you to do terrible things.

   But we are pirates.

   We should know when to bow our heads, we should have a flexible moral bottom line, and slashing with swords is what warriors do. Intensifying conflicts and fighting to the death is always our last option.

   You're an incompetent pirate.

   No wonder Zemran drove you out of the fleet 7,000 years ago."

"and many more!"

   One second before Black was about to open the Rainbow Bridge, Gaboa suddenly raised his hand, the anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a bad snake-like smile.

   He coughed and dropped the knife in his hand on the ground.

   looked up to Black and said:

   "You're right, I've paid so much for shameful dignity, it's time for me to choose a smarter attitude towards life. Of course I can work with you, I'd love to.

   Let’s play the ‘trading game’.

  I can help you fulfill your boring desire to control the sea, but you also have to give me something that will satisfy me and be driven by you willingly. "

  Gaboa opened his own drawer, took out a tattered book, and placed it in front of Blake with a slap, splashing all over the sky with dust.

   He stared at Blake and said:

   "Zemran kicked me out of the Cursed Fleet not just because I rebelled against him, but because I knew his secret, the secret you know too.

  He wants to be a god!

  What an arrogant idea, a stinky pirate who is so low as to roll in the mud, how dare he covet the realm of the gods.

   I thought he was crazy.

   It wasn't until the moment I returned from death seven thousand years later that I realized I was the coward.

  Look, I, who used to be mediocre, now have arrogant ideals. As the rebuilder of the cursed fleet, I naturally want to inherit everything in Zemran.

   includes things he didn't finish.

  I'll help you control the sea, Blake.

   After I become a god! "

  Gaboa thought that his request would make Black retreat, but what caught him off guard was that Black snapped his fingers and wiped his sweat without thinking.

   The smelly pirate stretched his voice and said:

   "I thought you were asking for something that was difficult to do, but I didn't expect that? You wanted to be a god, you said it earlier, and we almost came to an embarrassing situation where we had to die.

   Become a god, right?

Simple.

   Help me complete the extension of Kalimdor's route first, and I will help you on the road to becoming a god. "

"you you you you you"

  Gaboa stared at the mad smelly pirate in front of him. He suspected that Black had fallen into some kind of madness. He raised his finger at him and screamed:

   "You know what nonsense you're talking about? We're talking about God!"

   "Of course we're talking about gods, are we still talking about bad fairy tales?"

  Blake rolled his eyes, moved his neck to take off the Luna War Helmet, tossed his long blond hair, and said to Gaboa in front of him:

   "I can't get you to ascend to the stars, side by side with the sun and the moon, but it would be easy to achieve the position of Loa, and I was already prepared.

   You shouldn't believe it just by looking at you.

  It's okay, lack of imagination is your biggest weakness, give me two months, I'll let you experience the feeling of an Ascended Loa. Pirate **** of the sea of ​​trolls and voodoo, this priesthood sounds majestic. "

  The pirate raised his finger and tapped on the map at hand.

   He said to Gaboa:

   "Two months, do you understand what I mean?"

   (end of this chapter)