Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 164 72. I just made it clear, I want to use you

  The shell game of the undead pirates and the prototurtles came to an end at midnight.

   The results speak for themselves.

  The pirates lost badly.

  Some of the more grumpy orcs lost, well, that's you, Red Blackhand.

   He knew he was a black hand, so he was so good at gambling.

   He even lost the generous reward he just got from the Zemran treasure to those ancestral tortoises who looked simple and honest, but were actually treacherous.

   Only smart people like Eudora and Razak won some trophies from the ancestor turtle.

   But in general, the pirates almost lost their pants.

   However, the crazy pharmacist Ranka is an exception. He played the turtle shell game with twenty ancestral tortoises most of the night and won twenty in a row.

   In the warehouse of the Golden Teeth Gang, I won a lot of good things.

   Many prototurtles suspect that the mad troll is cheating, but they can't show any proof.

   Actually, Raenka did cheat, with four invisible troll ghosts around him to help him.

   Playing the same turtle shell game as Lianliankan is like opening the perspective of God.

  Unfortunately, his victory could not hide the overall loss of the pirates, so in the second half of the night, all the pirates were drunk on the pier of the ancestor turtle.

   Fortunately, because of the "strategic agreement" that Black and Totaka just reached, these drinks are all free.

  No money, open to drink!

  Black also has no intention of restraining these **** under his command.

   Governing a group of pirates is very different from commanding an army. The latter requires discipline to restrain combat power, while the former requires freedom to ensure greed and desire.

  As a good captain, you must know how to meet the needs of your subordinates, in exchange for support and following, and establish majesty. Fear is a sword in Black's hand, a double-edged sword.

   While aiming at the enemy, you should also aim the other side at your own.

   and pirates can't talk about loyalty, it's a rare commodity in this industry.

   And while his men rejoiced, Blake was alone on his ship.

  The Nagfar quietly dives under the sea water, like a giant beast in the water, silently suspended in the darkness, isolating all noise, and making it quiet inside.

  Black's cleanup of the Nagfar has not yet been completed, and the ship is littered with all sorts of stuff left behind by those frivolous ghost pirates.

   Some are still dangerous, take your time with them.

   But he packed himself a captain's room, and it was quite chic. Although the cabin still smelled of decay, there were some decorations robbed from the snake man in the cabin.

   There is a carpet made of alpaca wool by the fox people, a long table inlaid with gems and pearls, and a luxurious and noble gold chair.

   These two things were found in Zemlan's treasure, and at least he got a decent "office place" for the Captain.

  Inside the cabin, there is a gorgeous king-sized bed in the style of Zandalari nobility.

   That's where Blake rests.

   "Hey, that's the story, the experiences after your slumber are exciting, and it's a pity you missed them completely."

The captain    took off the chain from his neck, and took off several skulls that were decorated on it. He also felt that the decorations were a bit too brutal, so he decided to transform them.

   "Are you, have you developed a hobby similar to cannibals?"

  Sefir was suspended in front of Black in a state of soul. On the Nagfar, the place where death gathered, she could temporarily get rid of the Soul Coin and walk back and forth in a free state.

   but only within the confines of the Nagfar.

  Miss Long looked at the chain with at least four skulls in Black's hand with curious eyes, and she said:

   "When did you start collecting heads as loot?"

   "You don't understand, brutality is also a power, especially for pirates."

  Blake shrugged, took several skulls from the chains, leaned back on his luxurious golden chair, played with one of the skulls, and said to Sefir:

   "And those skulls have special meanings, like this one. It's from the undead mate of the Zandalari Pirate King, a **** with a crazy mind and a passion for rebellion.

  I need it to do one thing for me right now, but I guess it won't be obedient. "

   As he spoke, Blake reached out and tapped the skull hard, saying:

"Gaboa! You have been silent since Zemran died. Are you planning some rebellion against me? Before Zemran died, he told me that he buried his most valuable treasure in a mysterious place.

   He said, you know the place.

  Will you take me there? "

   The undead chief mate's skull did not answer, acting like an ordinary, somewhat weathered troll skull.

   Seeing it pretending to be dead, Blake pouted.

   He took out a tattered treasure map he had drawn from his suitcase that had been replaced with the Ancestral Turtle's backpack, opened it in front of the skull, and shook it.

   He snorted and said:

   "The treasure is buried in a place called Skelton Island. You can see that it is clearly marked on the treasure map. The island is in a reef off Zandalar.

   I don't need you, I can find it as well.

  Poor Gaboa, I'm giving you a chance to serve me. If you don't answer, I'll throw you to those ancestral tortoises. They like to collect all kinds of quirky things.

  I think a troll skull that has existed for seven thousand years will surely arouse their curiosity.

   I can easily sell you a good price. "

   "I will not serve you! I will not serve anyone!"

   Hearing Blake’s words, the troll’s skull, which had been pretending to be dumb, suddenly moved its jaws and made a noise. Its eye sockets shone with vicious soul fire, and shouted:

   "You disgusting, vile, shameless, greedy bilge rat! You killed Zemran, and you made a mess of my seven-thousand-year-planned mutiny!

  You also stole the treasure that should belong to me!

   Treasures on Treasure Island should be mine! "

   "They can be yours, but my ship can't carry all the treasures right now."

  Black said in a calm tone to the troll skeleton in front of him:

   "After we left, I was still worried about the safety of those treasures on Treasure Island. I needed a stingy, crazy, and emotionless treasure guardian.

   I think you are a good fit.

  You will not serve me anyway, so leaving you in the treasure pile that you have longed for for seven thousand years, and letting you guard those treasures for me, may be a perfect ending for you.

   What do you say? "

   "Are you really willing to give me those treasures?"

  Gaboa's skull fell silent immediately, and the fire of the soul in its eye sockets shone suspiciously, saying:

   "Aren't you afraid I'll give them to someone else?"

   "The eternal curse that Zemran gave you has dissipated. I am immersed in the arrogance of mutiny and can't extricate First Mate Gaboa, you should know that you should have dissipated with that curse.

   I used Bwonsamdi's mojo to keep you. "

  Black reached out his hand and stroked Gaboa's cratered skull, and said:

   "I didn't leave you here for fun, you've longed for those treasures for seven thousand years, and that longing has kept you here forever, and of course I'll grant your wish.

   But you also have to fulfill my wishes.

   Bring me back what Zemran buried on Skelton Island, and I'll appoint you my Treasure Guard.

   You can stay with those treasures forever.

   Until you are tired, until you long for everlasting silence. "

"it is good!"

  Gaboa's skull shouted, and with the release of Black's power, the heavily weathered skull jumped on the table and fell to the ground, like a strange magical growth.

   In just a few seconds, a tattered skeleton was reshaped by the power of the curse.

  Gaboa used his skeleton fingers to hold his skull, and he broke it up and down. With a click, the skull was reset, and it moved its head flexibly.

   Unceremoniously grabbed the half bottle of wine in front of Blake, raised his head and poured it into his skull mouth.

  The wine was flowing across the broken body, spilling everywhere.

   "I need a ship, and some crew! I'm not the first mate, the mutiny against Zemran has been successful! I'm the captain now! Captain Gaboa tsk tsk.

   I love this name. "

  The undead's skeleton face opened its upper and lower jaws, accompanied by the beating of the fire of the soul, and opened a strange and cold smile. It looked at the cabin where it was, and rubbed its smooth chin with its fingers.

it says:

   "Also, I think your boat is a good fit for me."

   "No, you can't steer my wild ship, Gaboa, trust me, don't provoke him with such stupid things, he's not very good-tempered."

  Black pointed to the outside of the cabin and said:

   "There are still several broken ships in the Ancestral Turtle. I have bought one for you. As for your crew, you can find it yourself, and I will give you this."

  The pirate threw out a handful of cursed gold coins, and a dozen of them were scattered on the table. He said to Gaboa:

   "Enough for you to form a small gang. This is your start-up capital, Captain Gaboa. It is my investment for you. What kind of development your small gang will develop in the future depends on your ability.

  I will not interfere.

   But you have to remember, the treasures of Treasure Island, you have to protect me. If I come here next time, even if I lose a gold coin, I will punish you severely! "

   "Your treasure? No! It's mine!"

  Gaboa grabbed the gold coin fiercely and rudely gave Blake the middle finger, the paranoid skeleton shouted:

   "Whoever touches my treasure, I'll cut off his head and kick it as a ball! Zemlan is dead! I'm the real Zandalari Pirate King!"

   "Yes, just keep this idea, this ambition is very good."

  Blake clapped his hands like applause, and said to Gaboa:

   "Okay, Captain Gaboa, it's time for you to go. It's okay, don't talk about our relationship, and finally, I wish you all the best in your looting career.

   In addition, this is not the era you were 7,000 years ago, so don’t limit your eyes to Zandalar.

   Go further south, and in a few months, as the Kul Tiras fleet retreats from the war on the Eastern Continent, the South China Sea Route will be lively.

  You can enjoy a lot of looting fun there, and at the same time loot a lot of valuable loot.

   Stack them on Treasure Island.

   Let me see what you are really capable of! "

   "Don't order me, idiot! Curse pirates have no masters!"

   Gaboa cursed, shook his bare skeleton legs, and strode out of Nagfar's cabin. Watching it go, Sefir looked back at Blake and said:

   "This is a crazy soul, don't you worry about it betrayed?"

   "Its curse is maintained by me as a node. If I die, it will die too."

  Black looked at Sefir with a strange look and said:

   "Did you sleep too long and get confused?

   I just don't want to do it myself to get something and let it deliver it to me. It's just a matter of creating a little trouble in the South China Sea for the Kul Tiras fleet and the goblin chaebol.

  Besides, it is not my subordinate, why should I worry about its mutiny?

   Well, don't talk about it.

   While there is still some time, let’s talk about our affairs. "

   (end of this chapter)