Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 266 29. The guests of the Hot Sand Port --- add more [930] for the silver lord crow 1131

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Standing on the pier of Booty Bay, looking at the ghost ship going away in the mist, the death goblin let out a long breath.

Finally prevaricated.

Buddy Moore's heart stopped beating long ago, but at this moment, he still felt extremely fortunate. In one day, he used poison and brutal massacres to loot the entire Booty Bay, and Before the arrival of Tyrion, the transformation of three ghost ships was hastily completed, and the blueprint for the future undead navy was outlined for Lord Darkblade.

Although Tyrion has made it clear that the sea legion established by himself will not be handed over to him to rule in the future, the goblin is not disappointed because he has received enough compensation, and as he thought, maybe in the future , he will no longer need to join the Dark Blade's war.

Unlike other death lords, Buddy Moore didn't have much interest in killing and destroying. Whether in life or after death, his obsession never changed, and that was to make money! Earn more money! Become the richest goblin in the world!

And now, Buddy has taken a big step toward his future.

The death goblin watched the high lord disappear on the sea, and he turned his head to look at the dead treasure bay behind him. The goblin reached out and held the command knife at his waist, and a gleam of joy flashed in his gray eyes.

From today, this city belongs to me!

No, it's mine!

Another hoarse voice sounded behind Buddy, and the resurrected rich man Rivegaz's gray eyes almost burst into flames, and he screamed:

Buddy Moore, you dirty private pirate, you can never take my money!

Hey hey hey! My friend Rivergaz.

The goblin turned around, rubbed his hands in a philistine manner, smiled slyly, and said to the original owner of Booty Bay:

This city is ours! Don't forget, you are now the second in command of the Dark Blade Consortium. We are all loyal to the great master. What we need is not quarrels, but cooperation! Cooperation! Do you understand? More ghost ships and more money for both of us at the same time! Lo and behold, I've given you the best gift ever!

You murdered me! You bastard!

The rich man screamed and was about to jump up and fight Buddy, but was quickly trapped in place by the death grip of the goblin death knight. Buddy looked at the angry Revigaz calmly, his gray Rolling his eyes, he whispered:

Idiot! Death is not a punishment or a disaster, it is a blessing! Think about it, you don't need to waste time eating, you don't need to rest, use every minute to make money!

Buddy pointed at the dead city in front of him:

Everyone in this city has accepted this blessing, you don't need to pay them salaries, you don't need to provide them with vacations, think about it, how much cost you will save!

More importantly, no one dares to stop us. The master's army is our most powerful support! As the master gradually conquers the world, our money-making speed will only become faster and faster...My friend, look Is that the future? We'll be the richest goblins.

Stimulated by these words, Revigaz finally calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:

We'll overtake the Bilgewater and Steamwheedle Consortium, we'll crush them underfoot...we'll be the trade princes of the Darkblade Consortium, humiliating Gallywix with untold riches, oh...maybe, maybe you There is some truth to what he said.

The rich man thought for a moment, and he tilted his head to look at Buddy. The latter had a fake smile on his face. Revigaz snorted:

Then what are you waiting for? Let go of me, idiot! Wake up those sleeping guys, those lazy guys have been sleeping all day! You know how much money this will cost me... um, us !

Buddy shrugged, his hand waved, and the rich man was free. The latter rubbed his wrists, stepped forward, and punched Buddy on the cheek, and the goblin death knight's face was smashed to the other side , but the next moment, Rivegas patted him on the shoulder:

This punch is because of the knife you stabbed me... Next, my partners, it's time to join hands to make money!

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Clatter clatter

The scorching sea breeze of the South China Sea pushes the sea water against the coast, bringing together wealth from two continents here, and this golden route of Azeroth will never be idle, and there are countless people relying on it to make a living, pirates, merchants The sea of ​​flowing gold coins attracts countless people to join them, just like the gluttonous mouth of a beast on the bottom of the sea, it will not stop swallowing until it is completely full.

The goblins not only established a commercial port in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom, they also have their own port on the southernmost coastline of the Kalimdor continent. These little guys who chase wealth will never give up even a chance of making money. On the sea, behind the route carved up by the pirates on the South China Sea, there are still figures of several big goblin consortiums standing faintly.

These little guys played a cruel game with their lives in this vast South China Sea, until a certain powerful force swept across here and wiped them out in one fell swoop.

But so far, everyone in this deadly game is feeling very happy.

kuang

A dilapidated small boat leaned against the port on the edge of Steam Sand Port. Several mysterious figures with hoods got off the small boat and quietly blended into the crowd without attracting anyone's attention. The commercial city on the edge of the desert is more prosperous than Booty Bay. There are white sunshade cloths everywhere, made of sand, cool underground houses, candied dates from the depths of the desert, and drinking water as precious as gold.

Merchants used camels to carry goods on their backs and boarded boats back and forth to the sea. Vendors peddled along the street, and fireflies sat lazily chatting at the door, and there were all kinds of snacks. Weird smell, that's the smell of gold coins.

All the way west from Steamwheedle Port, you can reach Gadgetzan, the satellite city of the port, in 30 minutes. Well, the sailors are happy to spend every copper in their pockets there. It is said that the Steamwheedle Consortium in Gadgetzan also provides loans and arena business. It can only be said that these goblins will indeed make money.

You won't turn this place into a dead place, will you?

Chromie, wearing a black hood, sat on the shoulder of the tauren Karen Cape, looking warily at Tyrion behind her. She asked in a low voice:

You wouldn't do that, would you?

It depends on my mood.

Tyrion reached out and pulled his hood down, and said softly:

A plague can easily destroy this place, and I don't even need to do it myself, but don't worry, my friend, I don't have so much free time to trouble these merchants before the business is done.

The death knight glanced across the bustling streets around, looked at the noisy crowd, he shook his head:

They're not the soldiers I need, they're worthless.

very good.

Chromie nodded. She grabbed Karen's horns. After the old sea dog was pulled up, he became a low-level knight, and Tyrion thought he had potential, so he came to Karim from the eastern continent this time. If there are too many, I brought this tauren, of course, it is mainly used to drive ships, pilot and act as a mount for Chromie.

After all, the appearance of a gnome in Steamwheedle is somewhat eye-catching. It is well known that the two smartest races in Azeroth, gnomes and goblins, do not actually have a good relationship.

Come with me, Kairoz is waiting for us.

Sefiel, who was dressed in a white and cool robe, was indeed eye-catching, but unfortunately, the two accompanying men were already dead, and their beauty could no longer attract them.

Under the leadership of Sefiel, Tyrion and Chromie soon came to a tavern in the dark alley of Steamwheedle Port. The business of this tavern was very poor. The wine is all inferior products mixed with water. Of course, they didn't come to drink.

At the edge of the dim tavern hall, a high elf wearing a golden robe was sitting there. His appearance was no different from that of a high elf. Sweeping across the door of the tavern with those yellow snake eyes, it was obvious that that was the person Tyrion wanted to meet.

Mr. Kairoz, here he comes.

Sefiel stood at the wine table with a hint of respect, but Chromie and Tyrion sat unceremoniously opposite Kairoz, and the eyes of the three collided in an instant, Sefiel even I could feel sparks flying between those eyes.

Crodom, I knew that this kind of thing can always have something to do with you.

The powerful Guardian of Time moved his fingers, glanced at Chromie sitting opposite, and said softly:

You are always restless, you are the most restless one.

It's probably because I have a boy's name.

Chromie played with the wooden wine glass in his hand, and there was a bit of anger in the shrill words: Isn't this the name you old guys gave me? Maybe you were drunk the day you named it .”

This merciless sarcasm made Kairoz a little embarrassed, he quickly skipped the topic, and he moved his eyes away from the bronze dragon thorn head, and put it on Tyrion, the death knight sat quietly in his seat On the table, drinking poor-quality rum with a blank face.

Kairoz watched Tyrion, and after a moment he spoke:

You were a mistake! A mistake that should have been cleared up long ago!

I'm sorry, Mr. Kairoz, it was my mistake, I ignored...

Sefiel, who was standing aside, hurriedly admitted his mistake in a low voice, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tyrion. The death knight raised his head, looked calmly at the time guardian in front of him, and spoke in a low and hollow voice. explain:

Don't ask him, Sefiel, you are not his dog, you need the leftovers under his feet to live.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at the Time Guardian in front of him. He poured the last sip of wine into his mouth and said:

What do you think you are? Putting on the airs of a boss in front of me? Even Deathwing failed to scare me, and the price it scares me is: I threw it into the Twisting Nether, so, you think you Can you scare me? Make me kneel in front of you and beg for mercy?

boom

The wooden cup in the death knight's hand was corroded by the death energy into sawdust all over the floor. He looked at Kairoz and whispered:

Do you know that 3 days ago, I just drained all the blood from a Dragon King's body, maybe you also want to try that taste, Chromie is not the first rebel who passed through the end of time, you just That's right... am I right? Kairoz, you pretentious guy, have also sneaked a look at that future!

Kairoz didn't respond, he wasn't angry because of Tyrion's provocation, nor was he annoyed by being exposed, he just quietly looked at the death knight in front of him, and after a while, he said again:

So what? I've seen a hopeless future, but that doesn't mean I want to join you in deceiving the King of Time. I'm loyal to the Bronze Dragon Legion, and I won't do that.

Hearing this, Chromie stood up abruptly from the chair, put her hands on the table, and stared at Kairoz without fear:

Then what are you asking us to do here? Are you going to denounce us?

I'm just here to tell you that no deception can be concealed from the Lord of Time. The timeline is a net, and the Lord of Time is beyond this net. Sooner or later he will notice this abnormal node. You are just doing It's useless, that's all.

Kairoz stood up, threw a gold coin on the table, straightened his robe, and seemed to be planning to leave.

I can pretend I didn't see what you did in the past, but don't cross the line again, it's for your own good.

A golden door flashed behind Kairoz, he turned around, as if pushing open the door, beyond that door, shining endless starlight, and the moment he stepped into the door, Terry Ang picked up another cup and said in a deep voice:

It's impossible to deceive Nozdormu. Even if you can deceive it for a while, you can't deceive the truth forever. Fortunately, we have no intention of deceiving it at all. What we have to do is another thing.

Um?

Kairoz turned his head, and there was a playful light in his indifferent eyes: So, tell me, what are you going to do?

boom

The golden disc was thrown on the table and spun rapidly. Kairoz's eyes widened at this moment, while the death knight raised his head and drank the inferior wine while stretching out his fingers, Pressed on the rotating golden disc.

Well, the plan is simple... let's solve it!