Garrosh dragged his tired body out of the captain's cabin. The brown orc boy couldn't remember what happened after he put on that weird mask.

His thoughts were chaotic, and he only remembered that a greasy voice occupied his mind, as if it had expelled his own soul and replaced it...

That was quite a scary experience.

Young Master Ho once suspected that he would not survive and would be sacrificed to the weird evil god by the evil pirates, but it turns out that not every weird thing longs for souls.

He was finally released, and the evil-hearted captain threw him a note and told him to take it to the mechagnomes to get weapons and armor, and also told him to have a good rest and prepare to participate in the attack on Zul'Farrak.

Garrosh didn't know where Zul'Farrak was or what the name meant, but he knew he had finally seized this opportunity.

Although my body was as painful and exhausted as if I had stayed up late for five days and nights in a row, and I wished I could fall asleep right now, my spirit was very exciting.

He can finally become a warrior instead of a deck-wiping coolie!

What a beautiful thing this is.

He must quickly tell his friends this "inside information" that he paid for with his life, so that they can also prepare. The five orc boys and girls from another world must shine on this battlefield and open up their own.

legendary story.

However, the high-spirited Young Master Ho did not think of a problem at all.

The harder he works to prove himself, the more he devotes himself to the cause of the stinking pirates.

Even on the day they first boarded the ship, the five orcs had agreed not to give in, but it turned out that their persistence was meaningless in front of the stinky pirates.

Blake has many ways to make people who disobey him willingly give their loyalty to him.

After absorbing enough "life force" from Garrosh, the mask of divine power belonging to old Bwonsamdi can finally exist on its own without a host.

The stinky pirate in the cabin had just given away his Thal'kiel skull "pendant", and now he had another troll mask hanging crookedly beside him.

"Wow, your men really have their own unique skills."

Bwonsamdi shook his mask in the air and sighed sincerely:

"Although that orc boy is very immature, his vitality is really tenacious and his blood is full of energy. If an ordinary person is sucked away by me like this, he will at least become seriously ill.

But the kid just yawned a few times and let it pass like a normal person.

With such a physique, he will become one of the most terrifying warriors in Azeroth sooner or later, and he is already used by you. Is this the scary thing about the prophet?

Teach me, friend, I also want such an excellent subordinate."

"Don't you have it?"

Black, who was sitting on the captain's chair and took out a blank scroll to record his anima knowledge, glanced at Bwonsamdi's mask and said:

"My good friend and mortal enemy Captain Gaboa named his flagship 'Death'. As a bastard who roamed the world seven thousand years ago, I don't think he chose the name casually.

Moreover, I learned from my sources that Gaboa returned from the cursed skeleton posture to a strong flesh and blood body. This is not something that can be achieved by just using a few magic spells.

After all, you personally unleashed his curse.

So, let’s be honest, is he your servant?”

"Of course...no."

Old Bwonsamdi let out a strange and sharp laugh, and his signature long-sounding laugh had a sarcastic feel, making Black want to pick up a knife and smash this bastard thing.

However, the troll Death now lives under someone else's roof, and does not dare to use full force even if it is a taunt.

After admiring Blake's unhappy look, he explained:

"Really not! The relationship between old Bwonsamdi and Gaboa is just a cooperative relationship. At first you said you would transport the souls of troll heroes to my Hades, but it turned out that you were a bad person.

You go around making trouble and causing trouble, but don't do the right thing. I am also afraid of the enemies you provoke, so I have always wanted to distance myself from you.

But your suggestion is good. Old Bwonsamdi thought about it for several days and felt that I really need some 'professionals' to select those outstanding souls for me to fill my little kingdom.

At this time, Gaboa took the initiative to come to the door.

That bad boy is imitating you, there's no doubt about it.

The best thing is that he learned it well. He signed a contract with me, asking me to help him reshape the content of the death curse. In exchange, he would bring me the souls of those troll heroes.

He is much more dedicated than you. In the past few months, my Hades has been very busy! New souls are sent every half month.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.

Alas, old Bwonsamdi is so unlucky. Every time he encounters good things and doesn't enjoy them, bad things happen one after another, but I'm used to those bad things."

Having said this, Bwonsamdi looked at Black up and down, and he said with a sour taste:

"To be honest, if old Bwonsamdi didn't still have so much dignity, I would really like to kneel down and lick you like old Garni.

That trash guy is really awesome now.

I heard that in addition to its original vocations of 'begging', 'collection' and 'patron saint of the humble', which no one valued, it also received the two vocations of 'promise-keeping' and 'postal delivery'.

That guy has been unlucky and humble for tens of thousands of years. Within two years of meeting you, his luck has been reduced to a mess. Now he is almost out of the level of a weak Loa.

You are such a good friend."

"That is, I am the most generous to my friends, provided you are really willing to be my friend."

Black glanced at Bwonsamdi.

He rubbed his chin and said:

"Looking at your downfall, I began to think that you are a good investment target. This person always has to go through troughs to understand himself better. Only after you understand your shortcomings will you think of lowering your profile and seeking

help.

We can indeed work together, my dear Bwonsamdi.

In fact, I won’t hide it from you, I have been planning a very, very exciting thing related to trolls, I want to..."

The stinky pirate suddenly stopped talking and looked ahead.

His beloved parasaurus jumped out of the air and was about to give the captain a passionate kiss when he suddenly noticed a strange mask floating next to him. He immediately straightened his back and assumed a businesslike posture.

She said to Blake:

"Captain, the troll we captured earlier has awakened. She wants to see you and says she has something important to report, related to Zul'Farrak."

"Look, isn't the leading party coming now?"

Black laughed, leaned on his chair, nodded to the first mate, and said:

"Bring her here."

Sephiel turned around and left very ably. After she disappeared, old Bwonsamdi said coquettishly:

"Oh, what a beautiful love, how romantic, what a ghost, even the undead exude a sour smell. Black Shaw, I admit that I underestimated you.

You have quite a complex taste."

"Shut up if you can't speak."

The stinky pirate put on a serious face and said:

"We have a very innocent relationship. Why do you think it's so despicable when you say such nonsense?"

"How can that not be mean?"

Old Pangsamdi hummed a few times and said:

"I'm not bragging. I had several very romantic relationships back then. Even Shadra was my little lover. It wasn't until I found out that she wanted to kill me one time that I stopped taking this risk.

game.

I don't even have to guess what happened between you and your first mate.

No wonder I felt a very strange thing on your boat. It turned out to be prepared for her. It's okay, my dear Blake Shaw.

You see, I also really need a temporary body now, why not..."

The troll Death said to Black very shamelessly:

"I actually don't recommend putting more things in your body. Besides, I can also be very fiery. Maybe this relationship can make you trust me more?"

I am willing to pay more for our friendship."

"vomit"

The pirate made a vomiting motion to the side and said:

"That's enough, Bwonsamdi. You can abandon Loa's dignity and say this to prove your sincerity! But don't disgust me, please."

"Jie Jie Jie"

Old Bwonsamdi let out a long series of squeaking sounds.

It can be said that he is being mean to hide his inner loneliness and pain, but it is also probably because this guy has a bad personality...

In short, a few minutes later, Seifer walked into the cabin with the severely frostbitten Shanu water fortune teller. The latter had shackles and chains on his frostbitten wrists and whip marks on his neck.

It seems that in the past few days, I have been bullied by the gangsters on the ship.

After seeing Black, the female troll shrank her neck.

After seeing the weird troll mask floating next to Blake, she was so frightened that she fell to her knees and screamed loudly:
To be continued...