"It seems that it takes some time to digest the news."

Blake let out a sigh of relief at the side of the Nagfal ship, he said:

"I won't bother you, the orphan who found your loved ones, and enjoy the mixed moments in your heart.

But remember that whenever you can always trust your friend Black Shaw, in the future, when you need help the most, don't forget that you have an omniscient but inefficient 'prophet' friend."

The pirate blinked and waved goodbye to Garona, he said:

“Ravenhoud may find you soon. You can not join them, but you can contact me by borrowing their message channels, and finally, don’t forget.

You owe me one person to ask for it, and you always have to pay back the favors. When I call you, don’t say you have to be busy with something."

"Goodbye, Black."

Garona, with a complicated expression, wanted to say goodbye to Black seriously, but the farewell news given to her by the pirate was too "exciting".

It made her mind messy and she no longer had the mood to think about anything else.

Then he stood up on the side of the boat, jumped off the docking boat next to him with brisk steps, picked up the oars, waved his hand at Black, and disappeared into the shadow of the sea under the night and in the shadow of the sea.

The pirate watched her disappear, hummed the song "The Daughter of the Sea" and staggered back into the cabin. He wanted to have a sleep.

Don't feel sad about parting.

There will always be a day of goodbye among friends.

And in the captain's room, a guy was already waiting for him.

Red Black Hand.

"Swish"

On the table in front of Red, Black threw out the completely crystallized Gul'dan heart, sat on his luxurious chair, and picked up the dwarf pipe at his hand.

He said while filling the tobacco in it:

"From tomorrow, the Black-toothed Clan has no relationship with the Immortal Pirates. I don't interfere with how you should develop after you return to the tribe.

But I can give you some small advice.

Do you want to listen?"

"Of course, Captain."

Red chuckled and put Gul'dan's heart into his bag carefully. He wiped the elf gold coins hanging on his strapless chest, showed a green-faced and fanged smile, and said to Black:

"My clan needs the help of your dark wisdom. Please be sure to give me some more advice."

"If you want more, you think beautifully."

Black snorted, picked up a map of the Eastern Continent he drew from his hand, spread it out on the table, pointed to a place, and said to Red:

"The decisive battle between the alliance and the tribe will definitely be carried out here, and the defeat of the tribe is inevitable. By the way, have you and your orcs feel weak recently?"

"Hmm? Weak?"

Red clenched his fist as the size of a sea bowl in confusion, and waved it, he said:

"I didn't feel it.

But after you say that, since you left Zandala Island, you feel drowsy every day, always feeling very tired and your heart is still empty."

“That’s there.”

The pirate glanced at Red and said:

"The demons of the Burning Legion have removed the power of the evil blood you drank. The weakness of the entire tribe is close to you. This thing is called "magicemia", like a plague.

It will lead to alliances and defeat you.

So you have to be prepared.

here!

I was optimistic that this location is within Black Rock Mountain, a dungeon controlled by the Black Iron Dwarves. They hollowed out the entire Black Rock Mountain and built a huge city.

If the alliance cannot conquer here, your clan can develop here in the future.

Remember to contain more orcs when the tribe is defeated, and then you can happily build your so-called "orthodox tribe".

Have a good relationship with the Black Iron Dwarves. Although those dwarves are evil, their forging skills are not worse than their bronze bearded brothers. You have the wealth you deserve, so it is no problem to buy excellent arms.

By the way, I helped my fleet to build a batch of good arms, especially muskets and artillery. I didn't want to buy them with goblins. I don't trust the things sold by ** merchants.

Only weapons produced by dwarves can reassure me.”

"But there is no estuary for the burning plain."

Red glanced at the map and said:

"How should I hand over the goods to you?"

"here!"

Black pointed to the direction of the eastern continent and said:

"The barren land, there is a hidden harbor here, controlled by goblins, called the Romanized Light Town.

I will leave a team of fox people there to do business, and they are your joiners.

I will provide you with the investment you need in the early stage of Black Rock Mountain development. After you gain a foothold, you will cut off all your contacts with us, but I will not give you money in vain.

You want to house some capable scum there. As the reserve 'talent pool' of the Immortal Fleet, I need enough cannon fodder, the more the better."

"Um."

Red nodded, he put the map in his arms and said to Black:

"Captain, then I will hand over my brother to you. Please be sure to take good care of him. If my journey is unfortunate and fails, the Black Hand family will at least have bloodlines alive."

"Compared to your brother, you should worry about yourself."

Black spitted out a smoke ring, and the old god said to Red:

"I guess that at most one or two years, there will be a 'collaborator' who will come to you to talk to you about the ownership of the so-called 'King of Black Stone'. At that time, contact me immediately.

In addition, I don't have a good solution to the magical disease.

But I will provide you with an idea, you can try it out, the demon has removed your evil power, and you can change the power to fill your body.

It just so happened that the Black Iron Dwarf believed in a very extreme and explosive force, which was very suitable for you orcs.

But don't get too deep.

Okay, you can leave, I won’t send you tomorrow. After getting ashore, keep a low profile and take the goblin’s boat to meet with your chief.”

"Okay, Captain."

Red stood up and smashed his fist in his chest, giving Black an orc etiquette, he said:

"So goodbye, Captain."

After saying that, he strode away.

After Red left, Black still couldn't fall asleep immediately because there were still important things that were not arranged.

"First mate."

Black called out.

Pirate Longsefire immediately emerged behind Black, and she acted as if she was listening to instructions.

"After I leave, you will set sail to Kurtiras."

Black said to his first mate:

"The Nagfal is temporarily controlled by you, but the ship spirit will choose its own course, and the Knights Kridorn will guide you into the Drushwa Sea.

It may take you ten days in the past, and my albatross should have begun to act.

If you transport those fine psychic oaks to the cabin of the Nagfal, it will take the initiative to replace the decaying hull, and I don’t know how long this process will take.

But after you finish, you will immediately return to the eastern continent to meet with me.

By the way, I can help my albatross and eradicate the instability in that dark mountain. I think you should know what I mean."

"Know."

Sefiel patted his chest and said:

"Aren't it just those poisonous witches who hide their heads and tails and cannot be on the table? A group of miscellaneous people are very simple to deal with. Perhaps there will be another group of crew members on the Nagfal.

Captain, please rest assured.

Is there anything else to remind you?”

Black thought about it and told Sefiel:

"Don't get close to the Storson Valley, where there is darkness that bronze dragons like you don't know. You should know that as long as the high-level powers related to the void are probably not bound by the rules of time.

So, don't mess with them.

If you encounter the tide sages of the Storm Church, you can hide if you can. At this stage, it is not suitable to have too much contact with them. Be careful when you are active in the Drushwa Mountains.
To be continued...