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"It was the first time I felt that the sun was such a beautiful thing."

Grom Hellscream leaned on his battle axe, watching the sun rise after the clouds dispersed, and took a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze. Beside him, Thrall also held onto the gunwale, looking at the distant horizon.

"How are they doing, Grom?"

“Very good, very serious. After all, having witnessed the power of the ocean, they know that what they have learned can serve the tribe’s rise to power.”

Thrall nodded, and at that moment, a goblin casually placed a mechanical contraption that looked like a stick behind them.

What is this?

Grom's curiosity was immediately piqued, and he was now extremely interested in the goblins' various actions on the ship.

"Ah, this is my totem. Today it's my turn to wash the deck..."

After saying something that made Grom's eyes widen and Thrall cover his face, the goblin gently tapped the top of what he called a 'totem'.

"Hey buddy, come out here and wash the deck with me!!"

————————————————A few minutes later————————————————————

"...Contract Shaman...you actually managed to create one...."

Thrall found Tannis in the captain's cabin, looking relaxed as she read a book, his tone full of helplessness.

"Of course, goblins excel at bargaining, so this kind of contract shaman is very suitable for them."

Tennys closed the book, her voice tinged with a smile.

"How many goblins have become such shamans?"

"Less than ten, and all of them have signed contracts with the Water Spirit—not every goblin possesses the talent to sense the elemental spirits."

"This is quite surprising. In orc tribes, a shaman often has to undergo a long period of training and rigorous trials to become one, and sensing the elements is not the most difficult step."

As soon as Sal finished speaking, he saw Tannis's subtle look. He touched his face in confusion, wondering what he had said wrong.

"In conclusion, on behalf of Ratchet, I thank you for your contributions to the shamanic path. Now, let us continue..."

Before Tannis could finish speaking, a goblin walked into the cabin.

“Miss Tanis, we’ve pulled up a troll.”

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In the very center of the cabin, there was a straw mat, on which lay a troll with light blue skin, dressed in traditional troll clothing, who looked not very old. His slightly rising and falling chest indicated that he was still alive.

"How did you find this troll...?"

Tannis bent down and carefully examined the troll that had inexplicably appeared next to her fleet. The flickering fragments of memory suggested to her that this troll was no ordinary creature.

"When we found it, the troll was lying on an overturned canoe; the ocean currents must have carried it to our fleet."

The goblin who spotted the troll quickly responded, and Thrall crouched down at that moment, a faint glow emanating from his hands.

With Thrall's help, the troll, who had been adrift in the sea for an unknown amount of time, began to breathe heavily, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

Give him water.

"Yes."

Grom, knowing of the alliance between trolls and orcs, handed Thrall a bottle of water. Thrall took the water and gave it to the troll to drink. The troll opened its eyes and greedily drank the water.

"Where do you come from, troll?"

After drinking a bottle of water and regaining some of his strength, the troll raised his head and met Thrall's gaze.

“I set out from the island where my tribe was exiled, following the instructions of our tribe’s prophet, to find an orc who can save our people.”

"Ok?"

Thrall sat cross-legged next to the troll.

Tell me more.

Vol'jin nodded and recounted the ordeal of his tribe, while Thrall's brow furrowed more and more deeply as the troll described it.

—————————————————A few minutes later————————————————————

"Great Chief, what do you think?"

After arranging for several orcs to take care of the young troll named Vol'jin, Grom, carrying his battle axe, walked alongside Thrall.

“As the leader of the tribe, I shouldn’t get involved in this, but my gut feeling tells me that I will regret it if I do.”

Thrall stopped and looked at Grom.

“We will obey your orders, Chieftain, no matter what. But what if those humans are from the Kingdom of Kul Tiras?”

Grom raised his concerns. As a member of the warlike Warsong clan, Grom was itching to fight after not having done so for over a month, and the prospect of killing humans would surely satisfy him. However, based on the warnings Tannis had mentioned, he felt that the Horde should be more cautious in this matter.

“Those guys couldn’t possibly be from Kul Tiras; they’re at most a bunch of human pirates.”

Tannis's voice reached the ears of the two orc chieftains.

“How come you see?”

"First, Vol'jin's tribe's island isn't on the Kul Tiran fleet's regular shipping lanes. Second, Kul Tiran has no need to establish a supply depot on the Broken Isles. Third, and most importantly—as a maritime kingdom, the Kul Tirans are natural enemies of the murlocs, naga, and sea giants! If they really did land on that island, their first targets would definitely be the murlocs, not the trolls. Finally, according to Vol'jin's account, those guys' equipment... is terrible..."

"So, Miss Tannis, you agree to change the flight path?"

"It's not really a change of course. Woking's islands are right near our route. It's good to go there to replenish our supplies of fresh fruit, usable plants, and meat. Even though these essential nutrients for navigation are added to the compressed rations, eating too much of it isn't a good idea..."

————————————————Dark Spear Island————————————————————

On this island, which the Darkspear tribe has made their temporary home, the surviving Darkspear trolls hide in their last refuge, looking at their leader, the prophet Sen'jin, with eyes that are filled with longing, despair, or numbness.

"Volkin is back, he's brought them back..."

Suddenly, while feigning sleep, Senjin uttered a sentence out of the blue. Then, he opened his eyes and slammed the head of his staff heavily into the ground.

"Warriors of the Dark Spear tribe, arm yourselves! We... are about to fight for our destiny!"

21. Pirate Ship (Please subscribe 0v0)

After deciding to rescue the Darkspear tribe, Tannis's fleet weighed anchor one by one, slightly adjusting its course as it sailed towards the edge of the Broken Isles.

Of course, Tanys also happily dragged Thrall along, communicating with Vol'jin in broken trollish language, trying to find out how much the Darkspear tribe possessed. Although Vol'jin was still somewhat wary of Tanys, he didn't mind telling her how much the Darkspear tribe still had...

Well, aside from some weapons and food, the precious sacrificial implements, various ornaments, and other commemorative items they brought from Stranglethorn Vale have all been looted by humans. Without reinforcements, the Darkspear tribe will be wiped out in less than a week.

So, Tanis, who had thought she could make a fortune from the Darkspear tribe, became very conflicted after leaving Vol'jin's room.

She knew very well that the trolls' sacrificial offerings were all intricately connected to the Loa gods. If she acted rashly without sufficient strength, she could easily bring trouble upon herself. What was worse, since most Loa gods were not friendly, the calamities that befell them were varied and bizarre. It could be a harmless joke like never being able to catch a fish in your entire life, or it could be a nightmare where you and your descendants would be plagued by diseases and live a miserable life.

Just as Tannis was pondering how to make a fortune from the Darkspear tribe, a piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the cabin.

"what happened?"

Tennys quickly put her hand to her ear and connected with Hall.

“An unidentified vessel has appeared, and it appears to be heading towards us, Miss Tanis.”

"Quantity, ship type, bearing, speed, flag."

"Number three, two-masted sailing ships, small-caliber cannons at the bow, unsure if they have broadside runs, bearing southeast, speed 15 knots, suspected of being capable of further acceleration, no flags, should the lads be prepared?"

"First, use common flag signals to identify ourselves to them."

Tanis frowned and thought for a moment before giving the order. Hall, upon receiving the order, quickly arranged for men to be mounted on the mast and wave bright flags.

However....

"They raised the pirate flag and accelerated. Furthermore, it has been confirmed that one ship has four broadside cannons."

"Pirate forces?"

"Red background with a white skull, I've never seen that before, Miss Tennys. Should we retaliate?"

"Pirates?"

Thrall walked up behind Tannis.

"Yes, I'm arranging for people to take them to the bottom of the sea along with their ship."

Despite her ships being a bunch of seemingly defenseless cargo ships, Tannis wasn't worried about losing the battle. In fact, a major reason why the Ratchet fleet was still being treated like easy prey by pirates was that all the pirates who attacked the Ratchet fleet were now fish food at the bottom of the sea...

Seeing Tannis's expression that said, "I've done this many times," Sal hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"They want the cargo, does that mean if we don't resist, they won't open fire and destroy your ship, but will instead choose to board and take control?"

"Hmm, with a ship this big, their pirate ship can't hold all the loot. Therefore, if they want to collect the loot, they'll have to board the ship and take control of the captain... wait a minute..."

Tannis's expression became subtle upon realizing what Thrall was trying to do, while Thrall, knowing that Tannis understood his meaning, rubbed his hands awkwardly.

“This kind of thing would put my men in danger, and considering the price of the ship, Warchief Thrall… I think you don’t have enough funds on hand.”

Thrall looked embarrassed. As a chieftain, he knew that if he could get a few ships now and let the orcs in the tribe who had learned a little bit of navigation skills practice, he could gain a bunch of sailors after crossing the Endless Sea. However, even a hero can be stumped by a penny!

“Write an IOU. The annual interest rate is 4%. Only the principal will be charged for the first three years. After three years, interest will start to accrue.”

Tanis's words made Sal's eyes light up.

——————————————————A few minutes later————————————————————

Hahahaha!!

With a gruff laugh, a pirate in a white t-shirt and carrying a scimitar smugly boarded Tennys's cargo ship via a gangplank. Several more gangplanks were set up beside him, and other pirates filed out of their ships.

"Nobody's here, everyone's hiding?"

Another pirate, whose clothes weren't very nice, looked around but didn't see any sailors.

"They're hiding, those cowards..."

The first pirate to board the ship—who was also the first mate and assault captain—grinned as he picked up a bucket from the deck and showed the others the rags inside that were still damp.

"Clearly, this unfortunate fleet veered off course due to the storm. Although they escaped sinking because of their large size and cargo, they lost some crew members and sails. Therefore, they had no chance to resist us, or rather, they were not entitled to resist..."

"Look at the flags, is this the Ratchet fleet?"

"That's right, those green dwarfs will soon be enjoying the most fun sport on our seas—walking on a diving board! Maybe we should kill a couple to attract some sharks first?"