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"No, no, we don't have enough sailors, we need these guys to help steer the ship... But, killing a few first is acceptable..."

"They might be lying in ambush on us, First Mate."

“I know, so the most important thing right now is to find them….”

Feeling completely at ease, the pirate first mate chatted casually with the other pirates as he found the door to the lower deck.

“A few of you come down with me. Our first step is to drag those cowards out of the cracks. You guys go to the captain’s cabin and look for their nautical charts and cargo lists. You all search the other rooms one by one, don’t miss any suspicious places.”

After assigning the tasks, the pirate first mate casually led his confidants down the stairs. According to the ship's rules, whoever found the most valuable loot first could take the best part as his reward.

Just as the first mate was dreaming of getting rich, owning his own ship, becoming a pirate captain, and reaching the pinnacle of life, the floor beneath his feet suddenly cracked open. In the blink of an eye, he and his men fell to the second basement level. Instantly, a strong, indescribable odor enveloped him.

"enemy......."

The first mate quickly reached for the knife that had fallen beside him, but before he could even reach it, his arm was stomped on the deck by a large foot, which then maliciously twisted it.

"Ah!! Ah!!!!"

The faint cracking sound of bones made the first mate let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"If you don't want to suffer, answer my questions honestly. First, how many of you are there?"

The first mate's broken Common Tongue reached his ears, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the cabin, he looked around. The scene that came into view made him almost think he was dreaming.

"Beastman..."

22. Robbery

While the first mate, who had 'infiltrated' the ship's hold, was being gleefully 'tortured' by the orcs, Grom Hellscream was yawning boredly in the captain's cabin, his battle axe still dripping blood. At his feet lay the gruesome corpses of several pirates—these unfortunate pirates thought they were about to carry out a task as easy as picking something out of a bag, but the captain's cabin door had become their death trap.

"Can't we still seize the ship, Miss Tanya?"

Watching Tannis busy with something on the mechanical assistant, Grom yawned again. The long-awaited battle made him feel refreshed, but the emptiness after the bloodlust still left him feeling exhausted at times.

"Chief Thrall and I haven't finished our preparations yet, let's wait a little longer."

While answering Grom, Tannis controlled several spy robots that had infiltrated the pirate ship to carry out necessary tasks inside, preventing the pirates from making any desperate attempts to sabotage. Thrall sat cross-legged beside her, intently communicating with the elements.

“We can’t hold out any longer, Miss Tanya. Although they’ve brought about 20 men aboard, they still have about 20 men left on their own ship. If they sense something is wrong, they might leave.”

"They cannot leave within a quarter of an hour. The water elemental has bound the bottom of their boat, and the wind elemental has agreed to temporarily cease its activity."

Thrall, who was sitting cross-legged in the captain's cabin, opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips. At this moment, the orcs on the ship had almost killed all the intruders—the first mate, who was still half alive, was dragged out of the captain's cabin through a secret door by an orc.

"nailed it?"

Thrall looked at the orc.

"It's all taken care of. This guy confessed everything so he could die a quick death."

The orc who came up to report shrugged.

"I've got mine sorted out too."

Tannis's voice was like heavenly music, which made Grom, who could no longer contain his fighting spirit, let out a thunderous battle cry. Encouraged by Grom, the orcs' desolate battle cry echoed over the ocean.

Then, Grom, carrying a Warsong Clan banner on his back, strode out of the captain's cabin. On the other two ships that had been bridged, two orcs also emerged carrying clan banners. Grom recognized them; they were the Saurfang brothers, two battle-hardened orc veterans. These powerful orc warriors, weapons in hand, stared mercilessly at the human pirates opposite them, who trembled with fear at their sudden appearance.

"Orcs...orcs? Why are there orcs on the ships from Ratchet?"

"First Mate! That's the First Mate! They... Oh my God! They chopped off the First Mate's head! And Little Jimmy, Big Gold Tooth Bay... Their heads were all ripped off! They're all dead!"

"This is a despicable ambush; we've fallen for it!"

"Run! Run! We can't beat them!"

"Remove the gangplank! Remove the gangplank! Our boat is fast! They can't keep up with us!"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the orcs, a small group of pirates with a bit of sense rushed to the gangplanks and tried to lift them up. But before they could even make a move, Grom's sharp axe fell on their heads—this powerful orc warrior used his strength to complete a perfect gangplank jump without the need for gangplanks.

"call out!!!"

With a shriek as air whistled through the holes in the Bloodhowl Battle Axe, the nearest human pirate was perfectly cleaved in two by Grom, his entrails slid across the deck, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The courageous pirates raised their weapons to fight back, but their strength was a joke in front of Grom. In just two moves, two more mangled corpses were created.

Faced with such a bloody and cruel scene, some of the less courageous human pirates lost their will to fight and ran crying and screaming into the cabin, hoping to survive a little longer.

However, their escape was futile. The orcs pried open the hatches with their weapons, smashed the furniture, and dragged out the pirates hiding inside like chicks from an eagle, hacking them to death on the deck. Their blood pooled into streams, seeping into the deck and slightly staining the wood a dark red.

How could this be...?

Realizing that all was lost, the pirate captain ran out of the cabin the moment the orcs boarded, and ran through a secret door to the armory door, preparing to ignite the gunpowder barrels. He knew he was going to die, but taking a bunch of orcs down with him before he died wouldn't be bad.

But when he desperately pried open the lock on the powder magazine, which was inexplicably welded shut, the pungent smell of water chilled them to the bone. The powder magazine... was flooded?

"Don't waste your energy. I've already soaked all the gunpowder with my spy robot. If you surrender now, you might at least get a proper burial."

Tennys's voice suddenly entered his ears.

"who are you?"

The captain instinctively reached for his scimitar, then remembered that it had been left in the captain's cabin.

“Me? I am Tanis, the adopted daughter of Baron Gazlowe of Ratchet. Because you plot against us, we have no choice but to retaliate. I believe you know the rules of the sea better than I do.”

"You witch! You have betrayed humanity! You have colluded with the orcs!"

"If what I, a member of the Gadgetzan Consortium, do is considered 'treason,' then what about you guys who, to save your lives, abandoned the Kul Tiras flag, chose to become pirates, and even robbed your own people—your first mate confessed everything just to make his death easier."

"!!!"

Before the captain could say anything, Grom's Bloodhowl, which had been tracking him, cleaved his skull open, and the captain died without a sound.

"The last one."

——————————————————Several tens of minutes later——————————————————

Under Thrall's arrangement, some of the orcs who had learned navigation skills moved into the three newly acquired ships in an orderly manner and began to clean the ships. Several goblins also moved in and guided these orcs on how to better control them.

"Chief, I think you should take a look at this."

Just as Thrall was busy using water elementals to wash away the bloody smell from the ship, an orc responsible for counting the spoils of war walked up to Thrall with something in his hand.

"Um....."

Sal took the object, which had the shape of a skull but was inlaid with various precious gems and finely textured patterns made of precious metals. Clearly, this was something that shouldn't be on a pirate ship.

"It looks like this belongs to a troll. Perhaps we should ask that member of the Darkspear tribe if he knows anything about it?"

23. The Captured Orcs

After Vol'jin confirmed that the ornately decorated object was indeed the property of the Darkspear tribe, more Darkspear trinkets were unearthed from various corners of the pirate ship. This made Vol'jin quite depressed. Did the fact that humans were beginning to transport their spoils outwards mean that the tribesmen on the island had been completely suppressed?

“These three ships are faster than cargo ships. We can organize an elite force to conduct a beach landing first and support the Dark Spear Trolls. Humans will never expect that we will launch a surprise attack on them in their own ships.”

Grom wiped away the blood from Gorehowl while offering his thoughts.

"How far is it from here to your hometown, Wojnarowski?"

Thrall, who thought Grom's suggestion was good, turned to look at Vol'jin.

“I’ve been to this area before when I was fishing. If the wind is favorable, you can see the outline of the islands in a canoe in half a day at most.”

Wojnarowski considered it for a moment and gave an answer.

"Then these three ships will be faster. I will pray for the help of the wind and the current so that we can arrive sooner. Grom! Go and select elite warriors! Brothers Saurfang! Each of you will be the captain of one ship and teach our men how to operate them as quickly as possible! Miss Tanis, please lead the fleet with us so that we can be there to meet you if anything happens."

"no problem."

Tanis nodded and took out a small gadget, handing it to Sal.

"If anything unexpected happens, press this button and I will be notified immediately."

"I see."

Thrall took the thing Tannis handed him, carefully put it away, and then turned and led Vol'jin into the captain's cabin of the ship.

——————————————Night falls—————————————————————

Looking at the scene projected by the mechanical assistant—Thrall, Vol'jin, an unknown old troll, and the Saurfang brothers locked in an iron cage and hanging there, with a large group of murlocs jumping around below—Tannis expressionlessly activated its combat module and began checking her individual heavy weaponry.

'I actually failed against the murlocs... But I didn't realize how terrifying the potential of the murloc race is; failing against them is a common occurrence...'

With that thought in mind, Tannis made two strokes in the air with her fingers, and her motorcycle bounced onto the deck and transformed into a surf boat. After doing all this, she took out her control glasses, put them on her head, and then turned to Hall to give him instructions.

“You guys keep an eye on the boat, I’m going to rescue our clients—and remember to add an emergency rescue fee to their bill.”

After saying this, Tennys straddled the surfboard, steered it into the sea, and left a white trail in the moonlight as it sped away into the distance.

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

Grom Hellscream gripped his battle axe tightly, hiding in a grove of trees, spying on the distant murloc camp under the cover of night.

Several times, he wanted to charge out and kill all the murlocs he could, until he was exhausted and died on the battlefield, ending it all. However, he understood that if he did that, he would only be shirking his responsibility, without any honor whatsoever.

"Patience... patience..."

Grom took a deep breath, suppressing his regret for not noticing the approaching murloc spellcaster army, and his rage at wanting to rush out and wreak havoc. Tormented by these two emotions, Grom felt his sanity slowly slipping away.

"Mr. Grom."

Just as Grom was about to give himself a blow to temporarily relieve the pain that was troubling him, Tennys' voice reached his ears.

“Miss Tanis, what’s wrong…”

Grom looked in the direction of the sound but saw no one. Just as he was wondering if this was some kind of murloc sorcery, he felt a hand on his waist.

"Don't move, I'm scanning your body data to generate a temporary disguise for you."

Despite not knowing what a temporary disguise was, Grom chose to believe Tennys.

So, a few seconds later, when Grom looked at his hand, he was surprised to find that he could actually see the scenery across the way through it.

"I've already established the most basic disguises on you: color, smell, and body temperature. However, the arcane interference aspect will take a while to set up, so you'll need to wear this as well."

Before Grom could reply, a pair of glasses was slapped onto his face, and instantly, Grom realized that the world he was seeing was different.

"These spots of light and light paths?"