"Wow"

Under the control of a group of orc sailors, the slightly dilapidated human warship lowered half of its furled sails and drove the ship from the bay into the shallow sea with the help of the wind on the coast.

There were other orcs carrying the collected supplies. In order to save time, they loaded these things on small boats, and then sent them up after the big boats adjusted their position.

Everything seemed in order.

Red Blackhand was wearing armor and directing his boys on the deck to do this and that. He looked very professional, but the busy scene in front of him was simply inferior to Black.

Not to mention the sailors of the Kul Tiran fleet he remembered.

Compared with the merchant sailors in Port Boralus, they cannot be said to be very outstanding.

Orcs are indeed not good at sailing.

The orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are already the most powerful sailors under the tribe. According to Blake's understanding, a considerable number of the orcs in this new clan are from the Shadowmoon Clan.

In the world of Draenor, the Shadowmoon clan, who are good at astrology and psychic magic, are the navigators in the orc civilization.

"You said that the ship that is chasing you is the legendary keel battleship Nagfar in Hades? It is said that it is a soul boat used to transport souls under the command of Queen Hela of Hades?

Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

The old mage's voice rang in the pirate's ears. Black looked away and said to Merry Dongfeng:

"I haven't seen it before, Master. I came to the Broken Islands on that legendary ship."

"Believe me, it is not as majestic as death in the legend. It is okay from the outside, but the internal environment is simply terrible.

If I am lucky enough to capture it, I will definitely take you up there for a tour myself."

"Well, young people are very ambitious."

The old mage chuckled, looking at the sea in the distance with his rotten eyes, and said:

"Playing a chase game with Death on the sea, not only are you not afraid, but you also want to get a trophy worthy of bragging from Death. Should I say that you are brave?

Or should I say you are full of sourceless courage?"

"I'm planning to fall out anyway, and I don't want to sugarcoat the situation."

The pirate pushed up the blindfold on his left eye and said:

"Since you want to betray her, you have to stab her hard so that the arrogant guy knows it hurts! Okay, it's time for us to get on the boat.

You said before that the soul barrier needs to be maintained every day.

With your strength, you can maintain it for at most half a month..."

"Well, that's Hela after all."

The old mage shrugged without concealing the truth and said:

"In the realm of the soul, little Aegwynn and I are far behind her. This magic developed by little Aegwynn will increase the burden on the soul. Half a month is the limit.

It's not that I can't last, it's that your soul can't stand it for much longer.

So I want to ask you, is half a month enough? And I think little Aegwynn has already told you that once you have a problem, I will immediately leave with the Skull of Gul'dan.

I will not and cannot help you fight.

There is a Nasrezim demon inside me, and once it gets out of control, the situation will only get worse. So it may be better for you if I just sit back and watch."

"At sea, you are not required to participate in the battle."

Blake walked towards a small boat next to him and said to the legendary mage behind him:

"I just need to use your power to intimidate these orcs who are not very obedient.

Just like a real pirate captain, leading a group of subordinates with their own evil intentions to win a victory on the sea.

For half a month, the winner takes everything and the loser loses everything.

My real career will start tonight, with a standard pirate-style starting point, and I will step onto the stage that belongs to me in this world."

He picked up the oar and invited the old mage to get on the boat.

He picked up the soul-guiding lantern and hung it on the bow of the boat. Amidst the sound of the little fishman croaking and "piloting" in front of him, Blake pulled up his hood and grinned.

He said:

"I already have a feeling that this will be a journey worth remembering for a lifetime."

---

Half an hour later, the ship full of orcs sailed out of the bay under half sail. Red Blackhand took the helm himself. He already knew about this sea area full of reefs and planned to sail out the way he came.

Blake stood on the bow of the ship, and Garona sat on the box next to it.

The legendary assassin looked at the coast getting further and further away at night, and her eyes finally landed on the Tomb of Sargeras on the other side of the beach. The thing in the dark night looked very gloomy, like a manifestation of darkness.

"We're just going to leave it alone and ignore it?"

She said:

"Are the people in your world so casual when dealing with things that may destroy the world?"

"That thing is out of our control."

The pirate who was taking out a bottle of rum from the magic bag unscrewed the cork and explained:

"Don't think that humans are great just because human civilization beat you orcs to the ground. In this world, human civilization is not the protagonist on the stage.

Someone will clean up this mess.

They may already be on their way here.

It is not a good thing to be targeted by the group of eternal watchers who dedicate everything to their moon god. Even you, Ms. Garona, may not be their opponent in the hunt in the shadow realm.

And I...

How should I put it, I'm not ready to deal with them yet.

Want a drink?

This thing is standard equipment for pirates. From the South China Sea to the North Sea, all pirates like it, and I have to start getting used to it."

"No."

Garona waved her hand and said:

"Alcohol is a taboo for all assassins, but you are in a special situation, so drink freely and use alcohol to numb your fear. It is not a shameful thing."

"You can be so venomous sometimes. Didn't Khadgar tell you that?"

"bass"

A sharp blade flew past, representing Garona's attitude.

She didn't like that Black always mentioned Khadgar in front of her.

Although, she and the human mage did have some weird relationship that was closer than friends.

The pirate's laughter echoed in the gloomy early morning night. Under the dim moonlight, the ship sailed into the sea. In the farewell of the waves, they left this ominous place.

Just like a traveler who has traveled a lot, he has to rush to the next stage of his journey without stopping to rest.

The drunken pirate picked up the Nautilus pendant belonging to Dai Lin that he had picked up at the bottom of the sea before, and looked at it in front of his eyes. The magical image in it was shaking before his eyes.

He faced the wind and hummed a song that should not have appeared at this time, and might never appear again.

The song is hoarse and corresponds to the tide.

"Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea~"

"Listen, he is crying~"

"The sea breeze rises, and the sound of heartbreak~"

"Everything sinks to the bottom of the sea and goes with the wind~"

---

Six hours later, dawn will arrive.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As the swaying sea surface rolled, a low and turbid horn sound sounded beneath the increasingly cold water.

That's the horn of the Naqfar.

The Vrykul clan originating from the North, the half-giants who live in a harsh environment, are indispensable for the accompaniment of this low and desolate bone horn sound when hunting, fighting, and performing sacrifices.

The sea surface in front of me quickly became turbid, as if dark things crawling out of the abyss were polluting the ocean.

There is also fog.

That kind of thick, wet, extremely uncomfortable cold fog rises from the sea and the beach, making the place blurry in just a few seconds.

A group of cold and pale light shines in the mist, like a small lighthouse in the darkness, guiding the things from hell into the world.

As the fog becomes thicker and thicker, the dark things under the sea become clearer and larger.

It's floating rapidly.
To be continued...