Spellcasting Gods

Alternatively, after robbing a large sum of money, you can jump into the sea to escape and then find a place where no one knows you to live out the rest of your life in comfort.

When Zhang Cheng was the last to pass through the portal, he could hardly recognize what Booty Bay had originally looked like, because it was a complete mess.

Although many goblins tried to escape, the narrow passages originally designed for defense now became a huge obstacle.

Coupled with their greedy nature, they didn't forget to take all their valuables even when they were fleeing, resulting in the road being blocked by too much luggage before a dozen or so people had even escaped...

In addition, some people chose to jump into the sea to swim, but many others sank and drowned because they had too many gold coins tied to their bodies.

Anyway, the scene looked like the first "Goblin's Most Difficult Ways to Die" competition was being held.

Looking at this group of self-inflicted troublemakers, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head with a smile and sigh, "They'd rather die than give up their wealth? I really don't know whether to praise their persistence or mock them for valuing money over their lives. Oh well, it doesn't matter either way, as long as we can conquer this city."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A warship docked at the pier suddenly raised its sails, turned around, and aimed its cannons at the rampaging cannibals.

next second...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

At least twelve large-caliber broadside guns fired a salvo!

Six or seven ogres who couldn't dodge in time were instantly smashed into mincemeat by the bullets; the gore and cruelty of the scene were beyond imagination.

Just as the Blackwater pirates on the ship were preparing for another round of firing, Old Phil's fleet finally bypassed the beach south of Stranglethorn Vale and sailed into the bay at an extremely high speed, completely blocking the U-shaped harbor. At the same time, he ordered an attack on the warship that was trying to resist.

Chapter 0604 The End of the Rich Man's Life

"No!!!!!!!!! My city! My fleet! My bank!"

Watching helplessly as his only still-functioning ship was sunk by the Bloodsail Pirates, "Rivegas the Rich" finally broke down, covering his face and letting out a hysterical roar.

It's important to know that ocean-going ships are absolute luxury items in Azeroth, especially warships equipped with large-caliber cannons. Even the entire Alliance doesn't have many of them, and each one is worth tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

For goblins who are obsessed with money, this was like having a piece of their heart ripped out.

In addition, the adventurers who rushed into the bank and were trying to blow up the vault dealt Rivigaz a fatal blow.

"Boss! I don't think we should be worrying about property damage right now! We should be retreating like this!" A tall, burly minotaur standing nearby reminded him urgently.

He was none other than Kara Cape, another key figure among the Blackwater pirates and their fleet commander.

Although it may seem unbelievable to outsiders that a minotaur could become a high-ranking pirate, he actually personally formulated and executed almost all of the Blackwater Pirates' plans. Therefore, he was exceptional in both intelligence and martial prowess, unlike his kind and honest counterparts in Thunder.

“No! I won’t leave! I can’t abandon my city and the bank’s vault! Kara! Kill them for me! Kill all the invaders! I’ll hang their bodies on the mast one by one to dry!” Rivergas grabbed the other’s clothes and shook him desperately.

Unfortunately, with his limited strength, he couldn't even budge a tall, strong minotaur, let alone an ordinary human sailor.

Kara Cape glanced at the large, fat men rampaging below, shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "Sorry, boss, I can't do it. You should know how ogres are afraid, especially so many of them. Even Stormwind in the north would have a hard time dealing with this situation, let alone us. We have to retreat, get out of here before we're completely surrounded, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang came from downstairs.

A two-headed cannibalistic mage casually threw out a huge fireball, blasting a large hole in the entrance of the inn. Immediately afterward, three or four ordinary ogres who had not taken the evolution potion rushed in, smashing things indiscriminately, and some even grabbed food from the table and stuffed it into their mouths.

Faced with such overwhelming power, not only the diminutive goblins, but even the orcs who considered themselves brave scattered and fled.

"Fantastic! Let's party! Marco loves to party! Move aside, this is my wine!"

The two-headed cannibalistic sorcerer burst into the low-ceilinged tavern with a maniacal laugh, snatched a half-bucket of rum from his companion, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

"Idiot! Don't drink too much! Alcohol will affect my control over magical energy!" another head shouted after smashing a goblin pirate who hadn't managed to escape into a pulp.

"Don't worry! Our bodies aren't that fragile!"

"Shut up! Don't forget your master's orders! If you don't want to die!"

……

Amidst the constant arguing between the two heads, more than twenty ogres broke through the Blackwater Pirates' defenses at lightning speed and charged straight towards the tallest building in Booty Bay.

Hearing the desperate screams coming from below, Kara Cape finally couldn't help but speak up again, reminding everyone, "Boss! Let's get out of here! Otherwise, we won't be able to leave!"

"No! No! No! I will never give up my city and my possessions! Even if I die, I will die lying on gold coins!"

Rivigaz's old habit of risking his life for his fortune clearly resurfaced, his eyes blazing with flames powerful enough to ignite the entire Booty Bay.

Don't mistake this for mere posturing; they genuinely intend to take action.

Because beneath this building lies a cache of tens of tons of high explosives, originally intended for muskets and cannons; a single blast could blow half the city to smithereens.

After all, the main structure of Booty Bay is not made of sturdy bricks and stones, but rather a large amount of wood and scrapped ships pieced together, and it simply cannot withstand any damage.

Kara Cape was undoubtedly well aware of this as well, and instinctively shuddered, quickly dissuading him: "No! Don't do anything foolish! As long as this city still exists, we'll have a chance to take it back in the future. But if you blow it up, we'll really have nothing left."

Of course, what he feared wasn't what Booty Bay would become, but rather that he would be fried into minced beef on the spot.

Although pirates are usually a group of adventurous outlaws, that doesn't mean they're willing to throw their lives away so easily, especially for a minotaur who has left his tribe.

Just as Carla Cape was about to rush up to "Big Richman" Rivigaz and snatch the dangerous button from his hand, the tightly closed door was suddenly smashed open with a loud bang.

A gigantic, one-eyed ogre burst onto the "open-air balcony" atop the city's highest point, roaring with a ferocious laugh: "Hahaha! Green-skinned dwarf! And the calf in the white shirt! Mogmurok was the first to spot the target! My master will reward me!"

"Master? Damn it! Tell me who your master is? Why did he join forces with the Bloodsail Pirates to attack my city!"

Completely in a frenzied state, Rivigaz disregarded the terrifying power disparity between himself and his enemy, and immediately jumped up, grabbing tightly at the thick fur on the chest of the enormous creature in front of him, looking like a small dog barking at a giant beast.

"Heh heh! You want to see your master? Don't be impatient! He's coming soon! Now! Kneel down! Welcome the arrival of your great master! And you, little calf. If you dare try to run away, I guarantee you'll be blasted down by a fireball the moment you jump." Mogmurok grinned and threatened viciously.

If he hadn't been given a death order to capture two key figures of the Blackwater Pirates alive, he would have torn them to shreds the moment he stormed in.

"Damn it! I should have run earlier!" Kara Cape noticed a two-headed cannibalistic mage waiting for her below and decided to stay put.

Perhaps in many people's minds, minotaurs are often seen as brave and fearless warriors who can face even the most powerful enemies without fear. However, he, who has been a pirate for several years, is clearly not one of them.

To be precise, he was a complete oddball, a minotaur who preferred using his brain to using his fists; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to climb to the position of "first mate" and fleet commander of the Blackwater pirates.

Meanwhile, the adventurers who tried to blow up the vault to steal the valuables were defeated head-on by more than thirty cannibals. Some were killed on the spot, while many more chose to jump into the sea to escape.

From the start to the end of the battle, in just over half an hour, Treasure Bay completely lost its ability to resist, like a naked maiden, fully exposed to the invaders and at their mercy...

Chapter 0605 Risking Life Rather Than Wealth

An hour later, inside the vault of the Treasure Bay Bank, Zhang Cheng stood atop a huge pile of gold coins, smiling as he said to the half-dazed old Phil, "Well, my dear friend, this wealth hasn't disappointed you, has it?"

“Of course! Of course it didn’t disappoint me! To be precise! This harvest has made me ecstatic! You really want me to take two-thirds?” Old Phil licked his lips, an incredulous expression on his face.

If before entering the vault of this branch of the Hot Sands Consortium, his understanding of the Blackwater Pirates, who were supported by the goblin consortium, was merely that they were "extremely wealthy," then now he was utterly shocked.

Even if the Bloodsail Pirates sold everything they owned, it would be impossible for them to acquire such a massive amount of gold coins, piled up like small mountains.

Moreover, he couldn't understand why the Blackwater Pirates, with so much money, didn't build more warships to completely drive their competitors out of the Stranglethorn Vale waters.

“That’s right! As per our previous agreement, two-thirds of this place belongs to you, and you can take it all whenever you want. As for the ships captured in the bay, you can also take half of them.” Zhang Cheng casually grabbed a handful of gold coins and threw them to another human adjutant who had followed him in.

"Thank you for your generosity!"

The latter took it and immediately took off his hat happily, then, imitating the noble etiquette of the Kul Tiras coastal kingdom, bowed deeply.

This was the easiest battle he had ever fought since becoming a pirate, and also the one from which he gained the most.

Especially this vault, which is made entirely of metal, is filled with a golden glow. Even the least greedy person would feel their mouth dry and their heart racing.

However, this cannot be blamed on the Bloodsail Pirates being too "rustic" or lacking in imagination.

In fact, you could never imagine how rich these green-skinned dwarves were until they successfully plundered a city belonging to the goblins.

They plunder wealth as fast as a vacuum cleaner, completing their initial capital accumulation and entering the stage of capital expansion in just a few decades.

If the Stormwind Kingdom, mired in financial crisis, had torn off its mask of hypocrisy and sent an army to plunder Booty Bay, the southernmost point of Stranglethorn Vale, the tragedy of Edwin VanCleef and the Queen's deaths would not have occurred, and the entire Westfall would not have deteriorated to the point where it needed to form its own militia to protect itself.

Unfortunately, the adult world is always dark and cruel. The more one insists on kindness and upholds justice, the more tragic the outcome, or even the more one is misunderstood.

Illidan, who once longed to destroy a powerful enemy for the world of Azeroth—the Burning Legion—was like that; Prince Arthas, who hoped to gain great power to save his people from the plague, was like that; and Varian Wrynn, who sincerely wanted to be a good king, was also like that.

As for the goblins who took advantage of the war to make a fortune, they made a huge amount of money due to the several major battles.

Hot Sands Consortium, Rust Water Consortium, Venture Capital Firm...

These goblin forces, shining brightly in Azeroth, are rising at an extremely rapid pace. Currently, the only thing limiting their expansion is their powerful military force.

In any case, Azeroth is a magical world where strength reigns supreme. Without a strong military deterrent, no matter how much money you earn, it will be stolen by your enemies.

To make up for its last weakness, the Rustwater Consortium is rapidly aligning itself with the tribes, who lack financial acumen, and will soon fully integrate into them, becoming a behemoth that controls the economic lifeline of the entire tribe.

Venture capital firms, on the other hand, choose to hire experienced mercenaries and adventurers at high salaries to protect their businesses from invasion.

The last Hot Sands Consortium, under the guise of "neutrality," secretly trades various weapons and scarce resources in the shadows. Even if the other party is a wanted illegal organization like the Phidia Brotherhood, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy what you want.

It's fair to say that these green-skinned dwarves have no concept of good or evil. They would probably welcome the Lich King with open arms and offer some conveniences as long as it doesn't affect their ability to make money.

Just as Zhang Cheng was stroking his chin, pondering how to deal with the mess at Changbao Bay, Mogmurok staggered in, dragging two prisoners, and said in a gruff voice, "Master! The prisoners you requested, I'm bringing them..."

"No!!!! Don't touch my gold coins! You damned Bloodsail Pirates! That's my property!"

Before the ogre could finish speaking, Rivigaz let out a piercing scream.

He acted like a madman, pouncing on a sailor responsible for carrying supplies, scratching and biting him, his eyes bloodshot.

"Damn it! Let go! Or I'll kill you!" The young sailor angrily drew his scimitar and threatened loudly, staring at his bleeding wrist.

"Mogmurok! Pull him away!" Zhang Cheng ordered, half-laughing and half-crying.

He finally understood that, from the perspective of greed alone, all goblins were pretty much the same.

"As you wish!"

Without a word, the ogre approached and forcibly pried open Rivigaz's blood-stained mouth, ripped it off the young man's wrist, and threw it to the ground.

boom!

Whoosh!

As the mountain of gold coins collapsed, the "tycoon" immediately began to wail, shouting angrily, "Ah!!!!! No! You damned bastards can't do this to me! All this money is what I painstakingly saved! Kill me! Kill me now!"

"Uh... this guy is the mastermind behind Blackwater?" Old Phil's lips twitched slightly.

In his mind, he always thought that someone who could fight the Bloodsail Pirates to a standstill must be a powerful and ruthless figure.

But now it seems that's not the case at all; instead, he seems like a complete miser.

Zhang Cheng chuckled and shrugged. "Don't worry about it! That's just how goblins are! In fact, if you steal more than ten gold coins from any goblin, I guarantee they'll cry like a rich man. For goblins, money is time and life, and it's more important than time and life."

"Hahahaha! Alright! I was just thinking about whether to kill the Blackwater Pirates' leader to eliminate any threat, but now I've changed my mind. Perhaps letting him watch his gold being stolen bit by bit is the cruelest torture." Old Phil laughed and stroked his thick beard.