Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 158 66

   The pier in front of Blake is very large. It is located in a large shallow sea between the Waldun Desert and the Nazmir jungle. It has no reef terrain and is very suitable for merchant ships.

   In the beautiful shallow sea of ​​the natural dock port controlled by the ancestor turtles, under the sunset light tonight, more than a dozen retired warships of the Zandalar fleet, which were somewhat worn out, were parked.

   There are also several very large ships.

   is a large ship like the flagship of the Black Ship of Pirate King Zemran, and its size is twice as large as other battleships.

   Those were Black's messengers, the Honorable Akundazarak and Quartermaster Eudora, "goods" ordered from the Primal Turtle.

   "Captain!"

When seeing Black with evil eyes, Maim and a few orcs were walking along the beach, they were sitting on a pile of boxes, and Eudora, the fox who was talking to the troll beside him, immediately got up and moved towards himself. The captain waved.

   The noble Akundazarak beside it, still wearing the robe of the clergyman, put a mask on his face, so he couldn't see his expression.

   But as Black approached, the second dog-leg also bent down and welcomed his captain.

   "Why did you get so many ships? Didn't you say buy less?"

  Blake, wearing a black pirate hat, said hello to his subordinates, and looked at the bay next to him, he said:

   "But you two are the best brains in my command, so you don't even know what our current needs are. So, these ships are here, do you have an inside story?"

   Facing the captain's question, Eudora and Zaraq looked at each other, and finally the quartermaster flicked his tail and told his own captain bad news.

   she whispered:

   "Captain, this is what these ancestor turtles are doing!

   When we came to buy a boat, they agreed, but they played with it. Said to put all the boats out for us to choose and look at the enthusiasm.

   But after we followed them here, we found out that they were withholding some information. "

"Um?"

  Black blinked, then looked at the noble Akunda, and Zaraq, who was wearing a mask, explained softly:

   "The Ancestral Turtles have bought a lot of old ships from the Zandalari troll fleet over the years, but there is not that much local demand, so they have been slow to sell and cannot be sold.

  Some of the boats have been in their hands for a long time, the hulls are not well maintained, but the price of each boat is the same, the ancestors of the turtles excused that the person who kept the boat information was sick.

   So we had to pick a few of these ships ourselves.

  Whatever you choose.

   They are wicked and want to sell us ships of poor quality. "

   "That's it."

  Black nodded after hearing this. Maim and a few orcs behind him were already looking ugly. This was obviously a profiteer's behavior.

   They looked at the boats docked in the bay. They were all cleaned up by the Ancestral Turtle and looked decent. They must have repaired those boats that were not in good condition before the guests came.

   In this way, it is absolutely impossible to see whether it is good or bad from the outside.

   "This is the ancestor turtle friends, testing our eyesight."

  Blake grinned. Standing on the edge of the dock, he said to Maim beside him:

   "A profiteer is indeed a profiteer, but it's a little bit more than a few warships mixed in a firewood ship that can't fight at all and sold to your goblins."

   "That won't work! Captain."

   Maim was dressed in snake-man armor, with a gleaming halberd on his back, and a desert-style hood for himself to cover his burnt face.

   He said in a deep voice behind Black:

   "We buy boats to cross the sea.

   The sea journey from Zandalar Island back to the Eastern Continent is not too close, and you may encounter South China Sea pirates on the way. Our current Zandalari exiles don't fight sea battles at all.

  Snake people rarely set foot in the deep sea.

   They are not good sailors, and we need to teach them the beasts who are also two knives. The problem is, Captain, as you know, we orcs aren't good sailors either!

   If you buy a bad boat again, there is a high probability that the boat will be destroyed. "

   "Don't be afraid, I'm coming prepared."

  Black glanced at the ships in the harbor, waved his hand, and said to his worried subordinates:

   "Come with me, let's meet the local master and have a good chat with these turtles. As for the boat, let me, who was born in Kul Tiras, handle it."

   He raised his left hand, shook it in front of his subordinates, and said mysteriously and confidently:

   "When I was a child, I learned the 'ship identification technique' with the tidesages of Kul Tiras. I can tell whether it is a good ship or not."

   That sounds outrageous.

   But the few people who followed behind Blake all showed a relaxed expression.

  Especially Maim and the orcs, their ugly faces changed almost immediately. They followed Black all the way from Broken Beach to Zandalar, and they had seen the various magical abilities of their captain.

  Especially after being led by the mighty Hell army and captured the Nagfar, one by one is still hostile to humans.

   But they are already "brain fans" of this special human being, Captain Black.

   Now that Black says he has a way to pick out a good boat, they naturally believe it.

   The captain said that there is a way, then there must be a way.

   A few minutes later, Blake and his men swaggered into the warehouse at the wharf, where several large warehouses were built according to the terrain of the island.

   In the more central position of the island, there is also a small town run by the ancestor turtles.

  Speaking of the original ancestor turtle, this is a quite magical race.

   Their appearance is that of a large tortoise walking upright, carrying a thick black turtle shell with protruding bony spikes, humanoid limbs, strong and strong arms, and long, even touching the ground.

   and claws.

   The legs are very short, but the standing is very stable.

   When he walks, he shakes. After all, with such a heavy guest on his back, the speed must not be too fast.

   But these guys are extremely good at swimming.

   They are true amphibians that can live in water all year round and do not need to float for air.

  The skin of the ancestor turtles is mostly blue, green or brown, and the skin is tough and defensive.

   Their face is the head of a turtle with a short neck. In such a situation, it shouldn't be a problem to call it "turtle.tou", it's just a factual description.

   is not a metaphor, I hope these two words will not be harmonized.

   But the heads of the ancestral turtles are not turtle heads in the general sense. The face is very similar to the head of a fierce snapping turtle. When they open their mouths, they can see the sharp teeth in the mouth of the ancestral turtle.

  This proves that the ancestral tortoises look naive, but they are not actually soft eggs who are bullied.

   They have enough power to protect themselves.

   You can even easily compete with the deep sea Naga in the water.

   These deep-sea merchants will also wear some protective gear. Each turtle man has various bags on his body, which are filled with good things they have collected from various places.

  The ancestor turtles are all collectors.

   This is very similar to the fox people.

   But compared to the foxmen who only lived in the Great Desert of Wharton, the ancestral tortoises had a very large range of activities.

   In addition to hating the cold and not going to the North Sea, there are traces of the ancestors of the turtles in the remaining large seas of Azeroth. The most powerful thing about this race is that they are "God favored".

   The proto-tortoises called themselves "Tortoran".

   As you can tell from the name, they are the descendants of Tortola, the demigod of the wilderness, "the Wise", and they also have a good relationship with the turtle Loa, the **** Toga, and often travel across the ocean to make pilgrimages to Zandalar.

   is actually telling a story to Toga.

   That turtle Loa likes to listen to stories, and has a problem with these ancestor turtles.

   "Ah, look what I saw! A living human! And mixed with orcs! Omg!"

   When Blake was about to sit on the small sampan of the Ancestral Turtle and go to pick a boat, an exaggerated low voice sounded from the back of the warehouse, making Blake's movements stop, and turned his head to look at the person who came.

   That guy, in human language!

  The articulation is clear and the wording is reasonable.

   You can even hear the accent of Drustvar, the borderland of the Kul Tiras kingdom.

   This is Zandalar!

   In a land thousands of miles away from human civilization, Blake felt a lot of emotion when he suddenly heard his hometown dialect.

   "This is the first time I've seen humans on Zandalari troll territory."

  The Ancestral Turtle who staggered over, looked at Black with his own eyes, and said slowly:

   "It's more surprising to see trolls than in your human territory. Anyway, trolls are everywhere in the world, so it's not unusual at all.

   So who are you? Weather-beaten man, what did you come to our docks for? What legends can I hear from you? "

   In the face of this opening remark, Blake didn't care much.

   He looked at the ancestral tortoise with a strange felt hat and an exaggerated suitcase full of scrolls on the tortoise shell behind him, as if he was carrying a hill, with gems embellished on his breastplate and belt.

  The brown-green-skinned turtle man was also staring at him, his head turning from time to time, looking quite nimble.

   After a few seconds, the pirate also said in an exaggerated tone:

   "The Holy Light is above, look what I found? A scroll sage that is rare even among the ancestor turtles! What's your name? Sage old Nora? Or collector Kojo?"

  “?”

   Now it's the ancestor turtle's turn to be surprised.

   The Scroll Sage gave Black a strange look, and he said slowly:

   "How did you know those two guys?"

   "They are my friends."

   Black grinned.

   Then I heard the ancestor turtle with a scroll on his back say in a faint tone:

   "I'm Kojo, people do call me the Collector, but I don't remember seeing you."

   "Didn't you meet now? Friends."

   The pirate who made a fuss wave waved his hand indifferently. He stood on the sampan with his arms on his hips, pointed to a dozen ships parked in the harbor, and said:

   "My name is Blake, a pirate captain. I came here to buy a boat. I paid you a higher price than the market price, but you ancestor turtles insisted on playing tricks with me.

   Probably felt that I desperately needed a boat, so I planned to take advantage of the fire and make a fortune.

And me.

  I am a person who is not willing to suffer losses, so I am going to give you a small 'lesson'. "

"This"

   Collector Kou Qiao followed Black's finger and glanced at the boat over there, a helpless expression appeared on the turtle's face, and he said:

   "My compatriot Totaka always likes to play this kind of trick, it's really against the rules of fair trade, but he's the owner of this dock and shelter.

   I'm just a visitor from Kul Tiras, so I can't help you.

   But if you'd like to tell me some good stories, I can help you tell Totaka."

   "No need."

  Black shook his hand and said:

   "I know that there is also power between your ancestor turtles. This is a matter between me and that Totaka. You are a scroll sage who collects stories everywhere, so don't get involved.

   Just wait here and watch the show.

  Perhaps you can also witness an interesting little story from me today. I have already thought of the name. It is called 'the mighty pirate, the witty profiteer, the turtle man'. "

  The pirate captain laughed and directed Maim and Zarak to paddle and send him to the nearest battleship.

   Under the curious gaze of Kojo, the book sage of the Ancestral Turtle, Black stretched out his hand and touched the side of the ship. He looked at the mount column on the second page of the character card.

   A paragraph of text floats quickly above:

  Name: The third-class retired warship of the Golden Fleet. [Normal quality]

  Status: Damaged. [Cracked keel. Inferior hull. Inferior mast]

   special effects: none

   "This one won't work!"

  Black retracted his fingers and said loudly to the men behind him and the nearby ancestral tortoises:

   "The keel is cracked, the ship's side and mast are temporarily put on by black-hearted merchants, and he knows how to tidy up the deck and decorate it to bully those who don't know how to do it.

   But in my eyes, such a ship deserves to be split for firewood!

  The next one. "

"Hahaha"

   In the proud and wild laughter of the orcs, they escorted their captain to the side of the second ship, and Blake stretched out his hand again and touched the side of the second ship:

  Gold Fleet Third-Class Retired Battleship. Desert Wind [Excellent Quality]

  Status: Slightly damaged.【Inferior sail】

   "Yo, this is a good one, but the sails need to be replaced."

  Black withdrew his fingers, gestured to the quartermaster, and said:

   "Eudora, take note, this ship is our alternative."

   "Go and see the next one!"

   (end of this chapter)