Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 292 1. Red Jack of Keel Harbor -- [635]

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In February of the seventh year of the Dark Portal, the decisive battle that took place a month ago defeated the green skins, making the orcs no longer a hidden danger in the eastern continent.

The war on the Burning Plains has come to an end, and the pursuit of the Blasted Lands continues.

Soldiers on the front line have begun to return to their hometown one after another. In recent days in the Tol Barad waters, ships from the Kingdom of Gilneas can often be seen, full of soldiers, sailing to Keel Harbor .

Under such circumstances, the "pirate rumors" in this sea area immediately subsided. Although the Kingdom of Gilneas is not known for its navy, it has a complete naval fleet after all.

At this time of year, there is no pirate team that has the brains to challenge them.

At noon, which was the hottest time of the day, a troop carrier full of soldiers was going around the western cape along its route, and when it was about to enter the inner sea of ​​Gilneas, it accidentally encountered a ship with Kul Tira Merchant Ship with Flag of Sri Lanka.

It seems that this ship came from the Greymane Lighthouse outside the Western Cape, and was going to Keel Harbor for trade.

"Hey, warriors, congratulations on your great victory and your glorious return. Come, let me buy you something to drink."

On the deck of the small merchant ship, a young man dressed as a businessman shouted towards the troop carrier, and even took the initiative to pull the ship over.

This behavior immediately aroused the captain's vigilance. Several Gilneas navy sailors immediately pulled out their muskets and aimed at the approaching merchant ship.

This action also made the ship stop and approach immediately.

"Don't shoot! We're not bad guys!"

The young businessman on the deck waved his hands in fear and shouted loudly:

"We are just businessmen who went to Longbone Harbor, and we want to reward the warriors who have returned from the front line. It is you who fight green skins on the front line so that we can live in peace.

These boxes of wine represent the gratitude of us common people businessmen.

I'm not going, okay.

But you must take the gift! To do otherwise is to look down on us Kul Tirans. "

Of course, he said this in jest. The young businessman sent his own sailors to put a few cases of wine on the small sampan and let them send them to the troop carrier.

"I treat you, warriors, to drink for free. After I finish drinking, I still have some here, but I have to pay for it."

The young businessman in a black coat and tall hat laughed and shouted to the boat more than 20 meters away, which immediately attracted cheers from a group of sailors.

Who doesn't like free stuff.

What's more, these boxes of wine are really good. They are all the famous "Huifan Beer" of Kul Tiras, which is one of the favorite wartime wines of the Kul Tiras navy.

The alcohol content is not high, it does not delay the battle, and the taste is not bad.

Originally, drinking alcohol was prohibited on the battleship during the voyage, but now that it has arrived in the Gilneas waters, it can be regarded as a real return home.

These soldiers had just returned from the battlefield where they had escaped death, so the captain just closed his eyes and let the sailors and wounded soldiers drink to the fullest on the deck.

Once the wine was drunk, there was no end to it, and the wine given by the merchant was quickly divided.

After consulting the captain, the quartermaster on the ship took a small boat to the merchant ship following the battleship and sailed to Keel Harbor, and purchased some drinks to prepare for the victory celebration after returning to the port.

The quartermaster in Gilneas military uniform boarded the ship, and was immediately greeted warmly by the young merchant. He opened the ship's wine cellar and let the quartermaster choose.

They also specially invited a female boat lady known as the "Master of Wine Tasting" to introduce various fine wines to the quartermaster.

The quartermaster was stuffed with several bottles of fine wine as a "personal gift". He was a little embarrassed for a while, and his attitude became milder, and he took the initiative to chat with the young businessman.

"Are you from Kul Tiras?"

The quartermaster looked at the boat lady in the black dress in front of him, turned his head and asked a question.

Captain Bo Laike, who was dressed as a businessman, reached out and pushed his tall hat, and pretended to hold the gold-plated command knife at his waist that was more decorative than practical.

He stroked his well-repaired short beard, and replied with a smile:

"Yes, we are a trading ship under the command of the "Albatross" of the Boralus Chamber of Commerce, specializing in the wine business, and this trip is from Drustvar.

Didn't they come to Gilneas to try their luck when they heard that the war was over?

Speaking of which, I still hope to meet our Kul Tiras Armada at sea, sell wine to those drunkards, and make a lot of money.

Alas, it's also bad luck, I didn't meet my compatriots all the way. "

"Haha, of course you won't meet."

Taking the opportunity of wine tasting, the quartermaster quietly touched the wrist of Ms. Natalie who was handing him the wine.

This action of licking oil made the archbishop narrow his eyes immediately.

But seeing Bu Laike wink at her, he put on a smile again, and pulled his hand out of the greasy uncle in front of him.

"The Kul Tiras fleet is still chasing and killing the green skins in the cursed land. Your king, Dai Lin, issued a kill order for the green skins. He swore that he would not return until he killed all the green skins there."

"That's it."

Bu Laike blinked and asked again:

"That is to say, at least one or two months, the Kul Tiras fleet will not appear in the endless sea?"

"that's about right.

King Dai Lin is brave and fearless, but the battle damage rate of his soldiers is quite high. After this trip, it is estimated that he will return directly to Kul Tiras to rest for a long time. "

The quartermaster gulped down the wine in his hand, and then pursed his lips to taste the taste in his mouth. After a few seconds, he let out a hearty moan and said:

"This wine is good. I've never had it before. What kind of wine is it?"

"That one is called 'Anchor Stout'."

Bo Laike glanced at the barrel and explained:

"It's a good wine brewed from the top-secret recipe of the Norvington family in Kul Tiras. It's a military wine specially prepared for the marines in the fleet. It took me a lot of effort to get it.

Alas, the sea route in Gilneas is really difficult for you, there are reefs all over the way, and the ship almost capsized when sailing. Is there any trick you can teach me when sailing here? "

"Ha, it looks like you're coming to Gilneas for the first time, right?"

The quartermaster laughed, took another glass of wine, and proudly said to Bu Laike:

"Although we in Gilneas are facing the sea, there is a special kind of reef growing under the sea around the coastline. We call them 'biting reefs'. People who don't understand the sea conditions here will sail recklessly, and nine out of ten will capsize.

Only our Gilneas fleet knows the distribution of each biting reef, which is top secret information. "

"It's no wonder that few Kul Tiran merchants come to Gilneas, and it's no wonder your maritime commerce has never developed. While those reefs protect your coastline, they also prevent your expansion at sea.

Tsk tsk, it's pretty miserable.

Obviously there are such good conditions, but they are limited to develop on land. "

Bu Laike asked with great interest:

"So, do you have a chart of the coastline on this ship?"

"Why are you asking this?"

The drunken quartermaster immediately became vigilant, reaching out to grab the musket at his waist.

But the next moment, the boat lady who was serving him the wine took a step forward, and when she raised her head, what caught the quartermaster's eyes was a pair of beautiful eyes emitting a purple halo.

"Have you any charts?"

Bo Laike pushed his tall hat and asked again.

The bewildered quartermaster shook his body and stammered and replied:

"Yes, but it is stored in the naval fortress of Keel Harbor."

Bu Laike nodded, glanced at the "boat girl" Natalie who was pinching her fingers, and said:

"This guy is handed over to you, dig out all the information about the Gilneas navy in his mind, and after a while, you will act on your own.

I'll see that chart when I leave tomorrow morning.

Finally, get hold of yourself, Natalie, don't let the darkness engulf you, I mean, try not to kill, ok? "

"Shouldn't you assassins do this kind of thing?"

Natalie brushed her long hair and said:

"How can I be a pastor?"

"Doesn't this show that my ship doctor lady is amazing."

Bo Laike laughed, turned and left the cabin wine cellar, and when he opened the door, he saw Kanrethad, a skinny boy in a sailor shirt, waiting for him there.

"What's wrong?"

The captain who was in a good mood asked, the skinny boy raised his head and said with some anxiety:

"That, Captain, I can't use the magic you taught me."

"I have taught you a lot, which one specifically?"

Bu Laike asked again, and Kanrethad made a peeping motion and said:

"It's the 'Eye of Keir Rogge'."

"this?"

The pirate snapped his fingers, and a green eyeball emerged from the shadows, hanging on Laike's shoulder, turning flexibly to help him share the surrounding scenery.

The pupil of the eyeball is still zooming, just like a magic camera.

"Yes, this is it."

Kanrethad scratched his head and said:

"I can't summon magic eyeballs anyway. I have already understood the principle and memorized the spells."

"nonsense."

Bu Laike raised his finger, knocked on the little pirate's forehead, pointed to the eyeball beside him, and said:

"This thing is not a demon. It cannot summon an entity from the twisting void. You have to find a carrier for it in the material world. Either use your eyes or use it"

"I understand."

The skinny boy immediately raised his head, looked into the wine cellar again, touched the dagger at his waist, and said:

"Is that person still useful to you?"

"have."

Bu Laike glanced at Kanrethad who was eager to try, and said softly:

"When you arrive at Dragon Bone Harbor, you can go to the city to find a local ruffian. If you want a higher quality, and want a good eyeball that can be used for a long time, then go to those sewer spellcasters who will not be noticed even if they die.

We are warlocks.

We can be evil and vicious, but we must have brains! Do you think what you want to do now is something that a person with a brain can do? "

"I was wrong, Captain."

Kanrethad immediately lowered his head and obediently admitted his mistake.

"Go, wipe the deck."

The pirate waved his hand, hugged his little murloc pet, and walked to the side of the ship, chatting with the quartermaster's attendant.

——

In the evening, Keel Harbor.

In the commercial district of this not-so-big naval port, there is a 'Red Jack' bar that just opened a few days ago, but the business is booming. A young man with red hair in bartender clothes is shaking his hands professionally. shaker in.

At the bar in front of him, there were several Gilneas officers who had come out to have fun.

They were already slightly drunk, chatting with each other about the battlefield, bragging from time to time, saying that they were driving Wushuang in the green leather pile and so on.

The bartender who made the bartender smiled and interjected a few words from time to time.

But his ears were pricked up, remembering all the conversations of several low-level officers in his heart.

"Ding"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and Bo Laike, who was wearing a merchant's clothes, and Kanrethad, who was wearing a servant's clothes, strolled into the bar. As soon as the skinny boy came in, he saw a scene of smoke.

On weekdays, these navies are not allowed to use open flames on the ship. If they are addicted to cigarettes, they can only use chewing tobacco. Now that they get off the ship, they must have a good smoke.

The tavern also provided the best dwarven tobacco, and the resulting tavern was so thick with smoke that it was almost impossible to see anyone.

Kanrethad coughed a few times with difficulty, but was glared at by Laike.

The little warlock reluctantly threw the "endless breath" magic spell to himself. After not breathing through his nostrils, he finally felt better. He followed Laike all the way to the bar.

"clang"

A few gold coins were thrown on the bar, and Bo Laike slapped the table and shouted:

"In order to celebrate the alliance's victory over the Greenskins, I'm treating guests for today's round! Everyone open up and drink."

"Yo"

The atmosphere in the bar immediately became more lively. Amidst the increasingly noisy voices, Bo Laike glanced at the bartender Jack, who winked at the master assassin and pouted again.

Bu Laike understood immediately, took the wine he ordered, clinked glasses with a few drunken alcoholics, and walked quietly to the second floor amidst the bustle.

Kanrethad followed closely behind, reaching above the second floor, and Bu Laike opened the door of the first room casually.

I saw Moros wearing a butler's uniform, standing up from the sofa gracefully, and beside the masked butler was an "old friend" I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Mr. Orridon"

Bu Laike opened his arms towards his old friend, and in a warm embrace, he said:

"It's time for me to call you 'Major' instead. How is my old friend, General Braike Moore?"

(end of this chapter)