The sun shines high on the sea, and the sea breeze is not noisy.

The ocean that meets your eyes is like a gentle girl, making the surface of the ocean rippled with light, just like a mirror reflected in the sky.

A ship with full sail is rising and falling with the sea water, breaking through the waves, leaving a white water line on the sea.

Just like a traveler's footprints in the desert, it won't take long to be completely erased.

This scene is so refreshing to watch.

Unfortunately, the ship was not so peaceful. The noisy shouts of the orcs echoed. It was a group of black-toothed and grinning orcs who had nowhere to vent their energy and were having a "boxing match" on the deck.

Two naked young orcs beat each other with their fists without any protective gear, and they just fought hard to the flesh.

There was also a large group of orcs cheering and shouting next to them.

The old mage Merry Dongfeng watched this scene with great interest. He seemed to be different from other humans and did not regard these violent orcs as enemies.

Of course, it is also possible that the old mage is too strong.

In his eyes, these orcs were probably as threatening as unarmed children.

"In the past two days, you have been fine-tuning your course. According to the compass instructions, you are now heading south. Aren't you going to Kul Tiras to find support?

According to your human charts, Kul Tiras is in the southeastern waters of the Broken Shore."

On the upper stern of the ship behind the deck, Red Blackhand was holding a chart with an angry look on his face, and angrily shouted to Blake who was holding the steering wheel:

"You have seriously veered off course. Where are you going?"

"Shut up."

The pirate replied impatiently.

The cold and contemptuous tone of his voice made Red want to pick up his sword and stab this guy.

But Black really didn't have time to argue with Red at this time.

He is adjusting the ship's course.

In his previous life, Blake had been on a ship, but he had never sailed a ship as a captain.

At that time, there was no need for outdated gadgets such as steering wheels and sails. The powerful and heavy engine provided power enough to allow the ship to go anywhere.

But it's different now.

He was operating a sail warship of over a thousand tons.

The main power of this thing is wind.

The secondary driving force is ocean currents.

If there were tidesages from Kul Tiras here, he would naturally not have to worry. Those storm wizards could reverse the direction of the ocean currents and, like magic engines, take the ships wherever the captains wanted to go.

The bad news is that this ship does not have high-end "configurations" like the Tide Sage.

The good news is that Prince Drake has been taken by Dai Lin to live on the sea since he was a child. That prince is the best sailor, and the memory he left behind is a treasure.

Master-level navigation skills also allowed Blake to avoid the embarrassment of not knowing how to maneuver a boat.

At the same time, he can now properly adjust the direction of this very old warship by turning the steering wheel, while the "Old Sea Dog" talent in the talent bar is usually useless.

But this meeting brought magical blessings to Blake.

That powerful auxiliary talent allowed him to walk on a flat surface on a boat that was constantly undulating and vibrating on the water. He was not affected by the left and right sway at all, and it was completely impossible to get seasick.

There is no need to look for reference objects on the sea.

Just relying on instinctive feeling, you can calibrate the direction of the ship on the endless sea and roughly perceive the current position of the ship.

In his mind at this time, the entire map of Azeroth unfolded.

It was like the most accurate nautical chart, perfectly matched with Blake's old sea dog talent and master's navigation skills, allowing the ship to move in the direction he intended.

A few minutes later, Blake breathed a sigh of relief, took his hands off the steering wheel, took a step back, and said to Red Blackhand next to him:

"Okay, the direction adjustment is completed, the ocean current that has merged into the maelstrom is sailing in this direction with full sail... Well, let me calculate, after about a day, the course will be adjusted southward.

Driven by ocean currents, it goes further south."

As he spoke, Blake stretched out his finger, licked it in his mouth, lifted it up, and put it into the air in front of him, feeling the wind direction at this time. After a few seconds, he said to Reid:

"We're very lucky.

There should be no change in the direction of the sea breeze in the past few days. When the time comes, tilt all three sails to the northwest to obtain sea breeze propulsion. The speed should be increased to more than 10 knots."

"Speak slower!"

Reid Blackhand is a standard orc. Apart from muscles and killing people, there is really not much room for wisdom in his mind.

Although he learned the art of navigation in an unusual way, his level was obviously not as good as his younger brother Maimu. Black talked a lot about this, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.

While controlling the steering wheel, he asked Blake:

"You haven't told me yet where you, the navigator, are going to lead us?"

"All you need to know is head south."

The pirate glanced at the chart on the table next to him, showed disdain, rolled up the thing, and threw it aside.

explain:

"You got this chart from Stormwind City, right? It's the version from ten years ago. It won't help you in any way on this route. There's no need to look at it."

"You are such a madman!"

Red grabbed the steering wheel and cursed:

"You told me not to believe in the charts, but in you? This ship carries my entire clan! You said all the way to the south? Are you going to the South China Sea? There is nothing on this route!"

"No, just because it's not marked on the chart doesn't mean there's nothing there."

Blake folded his arms and leaned against the box next to him, feeling the sea breeze blowing against his face.

He will be a little tired now. Merry Dongfeng had previously imposed a legendary soul barrier on him, which made him feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back.

And just half a day ago, the soul barrier was touched several times.

It means that Habulon has discovered his betrayal, and the soul-drawer may now take the Nagfar and travel under the sea at extremely high speeds to find trouble for him.

Blake picked up a bottle of wine and poured some into his mouth.

It’s not that I really like the feeling of drinking.

It’s just that there is not much fresh water available on this vast sea, and it has to be supplied to more than 300 orcs. On the sea roads in this era, sailors like to drink. In fact, more people use wine instead of fresh water to quench their thirst.

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He wiped his mouth and looked at Reid who looked unhappy.

The pirate rolled his eyes, took out the dwarf pipe again, and was about to light it when he remembered the Kul Tiras naval regulations.

Under non-combat conditions, open fires are strictly prohibited on board ships.

But he only hesitated for a few seconds before lighting the fire in the pipe. He was no longer Derek Proudmoore, he was now a pirate.

Screw naval regulations!

"We are not going to the South China Sea, we just need to enter the edge of the South China Sea. Don't think about fighting. You'd better pray that we don't encounter fighting along the way."

Blake smoked tobacco, using this enjoyment to suppress the fatigue in his soul, and spoke to Red.

"Why?"

Although Blackhand was forced to cooperate with Black.

But as an orc, he just didn't like humans, so he sneered:

"Are you afraid that when you encounter a human warship, you will be exposed as an alliance hero, mixed with us green-skinned orcs, and your reputation will be tarnished?"

"Is all the thunder elephant shit in your head?"

Blake's counterattack was even more spicy.

He used a vulgar curse that could only be found in the world of Draenor, causing the young Blackhand Chief to glare again.

Blake's tone became more and more impatient. He pointed to the deck under his feet and said to the black hand in front of him:

"This is a standard fourth-class sailing battleship with a total length of 50 meters, two gun decks, a displacement of 1,200 tons, a crew of 370, and 50 guns. It does not carry the Tide Sage...

This thing can barely be regarded as a capital ship in other kingdom fleets, but in the Kul Tiras fleet configuration, it is a low-end ship that has almost been eliminated.

In the eyes of Admiral Dai Lin, it is only worthy of being the flagship of the civilian fleet.

I said I didn't want to fight, not because I was afraid.

But if we really encounter any of Dai Lin's main warships at sea... Just a broken ship like yours, when they launch a bombardment, there is no chance to escape!"

Pirates speak with data and facts.

A series of rebuttals made the anger in Black Hand's eyes even more intense.

But he had seen how the Kul Tiras fleet easily destroyed the Orc fleet, so he couldn't come up with a strong counterattack other than a national curse.

But in this situation, cursing someone casually can only show his ignorance and weakness.
To be continued...