Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 165 73. Pirate Dragon

  In the cabin, the ghost Dragon Seifer said to Blake seriously:

   "The time node I manage is only one to six years from the Dark Gate, and the next important time node will be opened in the eight to ten years of the Dark Portal.

   At that time, other bronze dragons will take over.

  You still have two years to develop. When the next time comes, I can also help you to prevaricate other bronze dragons, but it can only take effect once.

   Once this trick is seen by my compatriots, I will be unable to help you and will be wanted by Scales of Quicksand.

   But by then, we won't have to worry anymore. "

  Miss Long had helped Blake intervene in the important event of Gul'dan's death in order to protect herself. She is now tied with Blake.

   After getting along for so long, she seems to have accepted her own destiny and began to examine the existence of pirates in a neutral manner.

   And when necessary, help him with advice.

   For example, now, Sefir is revealing some truth about the flow of time for Black.

   She pursed her lips and said to the pirate:

   "The timeline of Azeroth is not a river flowing back and forth, it is a mesh. The extension of a node has infinite possibilities, but it needs two points to connect to outline the direction.

  You are safe and sound in this node of mine.

   Just get past the next node.

  When the two points are connected into a line because of your influence, the tributary of time that belongs to you will be completely formed. After that, you will not have to worry about the threat from the Bronze Dragon Legion.

  According to my experience, when the scale of quicksand encounters such a situation, it will immediately 'discard' the timeline.

   At that time, there may be curious bronze dragons to "travel" in this line, but they will no longer actively interfere with the direction of the tributary of time that belongs to you. "

"clever."

  Blake snapped his fingers and praised him. He turned around and opened a bottle of Elf Moonlight Wine that he bought from the Ancestral Turtle, and took out two saucy wine glasses decorated with gold leaf and crystals.

   Filled the cups with wine, and pushed one of the cups in front of Sefir.

Say:

   "After the tributary of time that belongs to me is formed, you don't have to worry about being wanted by the scales of quicksand. With the relationship between you and me, you can also safely hide in this tributary of time.

   And I'm pretty sure that after ten years at the Dark Portal, your countrymen won't care about you 'outlier'.

   They will face more threatening challenges.

   By then, you and I are free.

  No no no, I suddenly had a better idea, why wait until the Dark Portal ten years? We have the best chance now! The premise is that we move fast enough to catch up with that important node. "

   The young dragon fell silent again. She glanced at the wine glass in front of her, and then at her illusory ghost body. At this moment, her teeth itch with hatred.

   She said to Blake:

   "Did you do it on purpose? How can I drink now?"

   "I know, this cup is also for me."

  The pirate finished drinking his own glass of wine, then picked up Sefir's glass of wine and drank it all in one go. He wiped his beard stained with wine and said to Miss Long:

   "It's just a sense of ritual."

"Ugh."

  Miss Long sighed. After a few seconds, she looked at Blake and said seriously:

   "I was attacked by Deathwing's void force, and both the past me and the future me collapsed in the timeline. If it wasn't for your help, I might have been completely stripped from the timeline.

   I will literally 'die'.

   I say two years because it has to be so long before I can recover at other time points.

   But now my destiny has been twisted astray.

  I resisted it, hated it, but now I accept it.

  I will try to help you, Blake, you are destined for a career, and you will be an important pillar in this tributary of time.

   But you have to promise me that you can't make world-destroying events like the undead natural disaster and the invasion of the legion.

   Alas, my time node is doomed to be abandoned. But even so, I still hope that the future of Azeroth in this tributary of time can continue. "

   "You can see with your own eyes, and you can participate."

  Black played with the glass and said softly:

   "You don't actually know why the Bronze Dragon is obsessed with guarding a troubled timeline.

I know.

   That is the future that was set when Aman'Thul, the creator of the Pantheon, gave you the power of time, for at the end of this future, the warriors of Azeroth will defeat the fallen titan Sargeras.

  There are countless ways to go in the future.

   But only with such a time line can we accomplish the impossible feat.

The   bronze dragon is not actually guarding the unpredictable future.

   is a future destined for victory.

   But even the Titans are limited by their own abilities.

   They don't understand, after defeating and sealing Sargeras, after victory, life has to go on.

   But the biggest problem is that after the era of the Titans came to an end, the stars were not ushered in an era of peace. "

   Having said this, Blake shook his head and said in a sarcastic tone:

   "The so-called victory is nothing but a stage laid out by the careerists. The seal of Sargeras is not the end, it is just the beginning of a more tragic era.

   Even the Pantheon and the Fallen Titans were played and applauded by the group of people. They were like a group of flies hiding in the dark, drawing strength from tragedy.

   That pale victory full of hypocrisy and deceit, I don't want it! "

  Black cursed a few words as if to vent.

   He filled himself with another glass of wine, raised it, and raised it towards Sefir.

Say:

   "The past should be unchangeable, and the future should be unpredictable. Now you have been stripped from the mission of the bronze dragon. Now, you are free, Sefir.

   You can do whatever you want.

  Our imagination of the future of the world can’t just rely on imagination, we have to do it down-to-earth, settle down, and come with me, Sefir.

   I will expose those stupid tricks to you and the Bronze Dragonflight behind you.

  I need a chance to expose the shameless faces of those people to your eyes, and I am short of manpower right now, and the Nagfar needs a ghost mate.

   Anyway, your bronze dragons won't die, so just experience another life.

   What do you say? "

  Miss Long was silent for a moment. She glanced at the dark and cold cabin around her, and then looked at her ghostly body. After ten seconds, she said:

   "My brethren have tried countless shapes and occupations in managing the timeline, but as far as I know, no bronze dragon has ever chosen to be a pirate.

   Hmm, that sounds interesting.

   Your hat is beautiful, I want one too! I'm going to be a pirate dragon! "

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   Early the next morning, the three old warships under Black's command set sail from the Totaka pier and headed for Zemland Port in Waldun, where the devout serpents should have been waiting for them.

   As for the big ship Alpaca left to the fox people, it is docked in the dock, and the ancestral tortoises will load the prepared materials on the ship.

  Wait for the fox people to come and meet, and then drive the ship to the coast of Nazmir, where it joins with the main fleet, and finally sails to the eastern continent together.

  Yudora returned to Wharton last night, went to Akunda Temple to pick up her clan, and by the way recruited some adventurous foxes to go with her.

   The Water Rat Gang was just established, and it was just the time when manpower was needed.

  There are three boats running side by side on the sea, with full sails, and the sea breeze is very strong, making the boats very fast and stable. These three ships were all identified by Black using the "treasure appraising technique".

   are all excellent quality warships.

   is not necessarily more powerful than ordinary warships, but it must be stronger and more durable.

   is headed by the "Black Teeth", as you can tell from the name, it is a battleship belonging to the Orcs of the Black Teeth clan.

  Red Blackhand would be quite proud. He pretended to wear a black triangle hat, grabbed the steering wheel on the stern, and gave orders to the orcs from time to time.

   Watching those sailors busy, the Blackhand Chief would also let out a hearty laugh.

   He finally didn't need to endure Black's ridicule for his sailing skills, he was also a captain now, and the ship was the property of the Blacktooth Laughing clan.

   Of course it's nominally owned by Black's undead fleet.

   "The troll's ship is so weird!"

  Blackhand glanced at the thick mast erected on the deck. The shape of these troll warships was not much different from that of human warships, but they only had one mast on board, and there was a rower cabin for acceleration.

  In addition to using the sea breeze and ocean currents, it also has the function of human acceleration.

   This kind of ship manipulation is definitely different from the battleship he was familiar with before, but it doesn't matter too much, just learn it.

   "Teach these trolls well!"

  Red grabbed the rudder and shouted to his orcs:

   "Before returning to Zemland Port, I want these idiots to at least learn to crawl the boat net! Teach them with fists! Disobedient **** hang directly from the mast!"

   The same scolding echoed on the other two ships.

   The second ship "Black Hand" is controlled by Maim Black Hand. He is also a mixed army of a group of orc sailors and exile trolls. He is also scolding the orcs for hurrying to train this group of exiles.

  The third ship is called "Mysterious Mistress", this ship is prepared for the devout serpent people, and is currently commanded by the orc warlock Diga Evil Eye.

  Blake has less than 600 people under his command, and they are now scattered on three ships, each of which has a serious shortage of personnel quotas. In addition to the troll exiles, each of them is almost ignorant of sailing.

   So the captain did not give them too many requirements.

   Relying on this group of landlubbers, it is a great luck to be able to drive the three ships back to Zemland Port smoothly.

   "They need training, these **** don't have enough training."

In the sea water under the three ships, Blake stood on the deck of the Nagfar, and observed the sea through the water film above the deck. Seeing that the three ships could not even travel in a straight line, the pirate's face changed. very badly.

   "At their level, let alone against the regular navy, they may not be able to fight against civilian merchant ships. The Zandalari trolls don't need artillery, and the ancestral turtles can't buy enough naval guns.

  My God.

   I only have such a group of landlubbers under my command, and I will be laughed at by my peers to death. "

  Blake folded his arms and looked desperate.

   "I think it's not bad."

  Behind him, Sefir in ghost form also looked up to the sea. She wore a worn sailor's triangle hat on her head and said to her captain:

   "At least they can get the boat up and back from Zandalar to the eastern mainland, but it's a long sea journey, enough for this group of landlubbers to grow into qualified sailors.

   Of course, if you want to form a fighting force quickly, you should probably recruit some pirates. Why don't you drop by and try your luck in the Freetown of Kul Tiras? "

   "It's only been seven years since the Dark Portal, my Miss Long."

  Black looked back at Sefir, he said in a low voice:

"Freetown, the holy land of pirates, is still just a small desolate fishing village. After Daelin's death, the pirates dared to approach Kul Tiras, and it will take at least twenty-five years before that ghost place will prosper. , become a real pirate mecca.

   However, your idea reminded me.

   We can try our luck in another place.

   Tol Ballard.

  The big island outside the Palatine Gulf used to be a military stronghold of the Alliance, but it has been destroyed by the Horde. It used to be the military port of Kul Tiras.

   Maybe we can find some usable people there, just right, it's very close to Vashj'ir.

   can also easily complete the commissions of our ancestor turtle friends. "

   "You can also go to Torgoda!"

  Seifer tilted his head and thought for a while, followed the example of Blake, snapped his fingers, and said to his captain:

   "Your Kul Tiras navy is a black prison for criminals. There must be a lot of villains waiting for you to recruit."

   "That place, list it as a candidate."

  Black shrugged, pointed to the three ships on the sea, and said:

   "Just relying on this group of landlubbers, you still want to break the defense of the Kul Tiras Navy? Even with the blessing of cursed gold coins, it is completely impossible.

   I know how powerful my hometown is.

  It's better not to provoke my old man until he is full of wings, I don't want the Nagfar to be his trophy. "

   (end of this chapter)