29. The guests of the hot sand port---the crow 1131, the leader of the silver alliance [9/30]
"Fur..."
Standing on the dock of Booty Bay, watching the ghost ship disappear in the mist, the Death Goblin let out a long breath.
"Finally, I got through it."
Buddy Moore's heart had stopped beating for a long time, but at this moment, he still felt extremely lucky. In one day, he used poison and brutal massacre to loot the entire Booty Bay, and
Before Tyrion arrived, the transformation of three ghost ships was hastily completed, which outlined the blueprint for the future undead navy for Lord Darkblade.
Although Tyrion has made it clear that this maritime legion founded by him will not be handed over to him to rule in the future, the goblin is not disappointed because he has received enough compensation, and as he thought, maybe in the future
, he will no longer need to join the Dark Blade's war.
Unlike other death lords, Buddy Moore is not very interested in killing and destruction. Whether in life or after death, his obsession has never changed, and that is to make money! Make more money! Become a
The richest goblin in the world!
Now, Buddy has taken a big step towards his future.
The death goblin watched the great lord disappear on the sea. He turned his head and looked at the dead treasure bay behind him. The goblin reached out and grasped the command knife at his waist. A trace of joy flashed in his gray eyes.
"From today on, this city belongs to me!"
"No, this is mine!"
Another hoarse voice sounded behind Buddy, and the gray eyes of the resurrected tycoon Levi Gaz almost burst out of fire, and he screamed:
"Buddy Moore, you dirty private pirate, don't even think about taking my money!"
"Hey hey hey! My friend Levigaz."
The goblin turned around, rubbed his hands like a philistine, smiled cunningly, and said to the original owner of Booty Bay:
"This city is ours! Don't forget, you are now the second-in-command of the Dark Blade Consortium. We are all loyal to the great master. What we need is not to quarrel, but to cooperate! Cooperate! Do you understand? Build more for the master.
More ghost ships and more money for both of us at the same time! You see, I’ve given you the best “gift” ever!”
"You murdered me! You bastard!"
The rich man screamed and was about to rush forward to fight with Buddy, but he was quickly trapped in place by the goblin death knight with the death grip. Buddy looked at the angry Levigaz with surprise, his gray
He rolled his eyes and whispered:
"Idiot! Death is not a punishment or a disaster, it is a blessing! Think about it, you no longer need to waste time eating, no need to rest, use every minute to make money!"
Buddy pointed at the dead city in front of him:
"Everyone in this city has accepted this blessing. You don't need to pay them anymore, you don't need to provide them with vacations. Think about how much cost you will save because of this!"
"More importantly, no one dares to stop us. The master's army is our most powerful support! As the master gradually conquers the world, the speed at which we make money will only become faster and faster... My friend, you see
Are we in that future? We will become the richest goblins."
Stimulated by these words, Rivergaz finally calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:
"We will surpass the Bilgewater Consortium and the Hotsand Consortium, we will trample them under our feet... We will become the Trade Prince of the Dark Blade Consortium, humiliating Gallywix with infinite wealth, oh... maybe, maybe you
There is some truth in what he said.”
The rich man thought for a moment. He tilted his head and looked at Buddy, who had a hypocritical smile on his face. Rivergaz snorted:
"Then what are you waiting for? Let me go, idiot! Wake up those "sleeping" guys, those lazy guys have been sleeping all day! Do you know how much this will cost me...well, how much money will it cost us?
!”
Buddy shrugged and waved his hand, and the rich man was freed. The latter rubbed his wrist, stepped forward, and punched Buddy on the cheek. The goblin death knight's face was smashed to the other side.
, but the next moment, Rivergaz patted him on the shoulder:
"This punch is because of the knife you stabbed me with... Next, it's time for my partners to join forces to make money!"
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"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
The scorching sea breeze of the South China Sea drives the sea water to beat against the coast, bringing together the wealth from the two continents here. This golden route in Azeroth will never be idle. There are still countless people who rely on it to make a living, including pirates, merchants, etc.
The sea flowing with gold coins attracts countless people to join it, just like the gluttonous mouth of an undersea beast. It will not stop swallowing until it is completely full.
The goblins have not only established a commercial port in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom, they also have their own port on the southernmost coastline of the Kalimdor continent. These little guys who pursue wealth will never give up even a glimmer of the possibility of making money. In fact,
Above, behind the shipping lanes carved up by pirates in the South China Sea, there are still faint figures of several large goblin consortiums.
These little men, in this vast South China Sea, play a cruel game with their lives, until some powerful force sweeps across this place and eradicates them in one fell swoop.
But so far, everyone in this deadly game feels very happy.
"哐"
An old dinghy docked at the edge of Hot Sand Harbor. Several hooded mysterious figures stepped out of the dinghy and quietly blended into the crowd without attracting anyone's attention. This building
The commercial city on the edge of the desert is more prosperous than Booty Bay. There are white sunshade gauze everywhere, made of sand, cool underground houses, candied dates from the depths of the desert, and drinking water as precious as gold.
Merchants used camels to carry goods on their backs and boarded ships going back and forth to the sea, vendors hawked along the streets, fireflies sat lazily at the door chatting, and there were all kinds of snacks. The whole city was blown by the hot desert wind, creating a swell.
Weird smell, that's the smell of gold coins.
All the way west from Steamwheedle Port, it takes 30 minutes to reach the satellite city of Gadgetzan, which is also a goblin city. There are the best taverns, casinos and all the places to enjoy in southern Kalimdor. After crossing the sea
, the sailors are happy to spend every copper in their pockets there. It is said that Gadgetzan's Hotsand Consortium also provides loans and arena business. It can only be said that these goblins will indeed make money.
"You won't turn this place into a dead place, will you?"
Chromie, who was wearing a black hood, sat on the shoulders of the tauren Karen Cape, looking warily at Tyrion behind her. She asked in a low voice:
"You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"It depends on my mood."
Tyrion stretched out his hand to pull his hood down and said softly:
"A plague can easily destroy this place. I don't even need to do it myself, but don't worry, my friend, I don't have that much free time to trouble these merchants before the business is done."
The death knight's eyes swept across the busy streets around him, looking at the noisy crowd, he shook his head:
"They are not the soldiers I need. They have no value."
"very good."
Chromie nodded, and she grabbed Karen's horns. After the old sea dog was pulled up, he indeed became a lower-level knight, and Tyrion thought he had some potential, so this time he came to Kalim from the Eastern Continent. Therefore, he took this tauren with him. Of course, it was mainly used to drive ships, pilot and serve as Chromie's "mount".
After all, the appearance of a dwarf in Steamwheedle Port is somewhat eye-catching. As we all know, the relationship between the two smartest races in Azeroth, gnomes and goblins, is actually not good.
"Follow me, Kairoz is waiting for us."
Wearing a white, cool robe, Sephiel is indeed eye-catching, but unfortunately, the two men accompanying him are already dead, and the beauty of her appearance can no longer attract them.
Under the leadership of Sephiel, Tyrion and Chromie soon arrived at a tavern in the dark alley of Hotsand Port. The business of this tavern was very poor. According to Tyrion's observation, it was probably because of the The wine was all inferior quality mixed with water. Of course, they were not here to drink.
At the edge of the dim tavern hall, a high elf wearing a golden robe was sitting there. His appearance was no different from that of a high elf. His whole body exuded an aura that no strangers should enter. His face was indifferent, and he would occasionally Scanning the door of the tavern with those yellow snake eyes, it was obvious that that was the person Tyrion wanted to see.
"Mr. Kairoz, he's here."
Sephiel stood at the wine table with a hint of respect, but Chromie and Tyrion unceremoniously sat across from Kairoz. The three people's eyes immediately collided with each other, and Sephiel even You can feel the sparks flying between those eyes.
"Crodom, I knew that this kind of thing would always have something to do with you."
The powerful guardian of time flexed his fingers, glanced at Chromie sitting opposite, and said softly:
"You are always restless, you are the most restless one."
"That's probably because I have a boy's name."
Chromie played with the wooden wine glass in his hand, and there was a hint of anger in his sharp words: "Isn't this the name you old guys gave me? Maybe you were drunk on the day you named it. .”
This merciless irony made Kairoz a little embarrassed. He quickly ignored the topic. He moved his eyes away from the bronze dragon thorn head and placed it on Tyrion. The death knight sat quietly in his seat. , drinking low-quality rum with an expressionless face.
Kairoz observed Tyrion, and after a moment, he spoke:
"You were a mistake! A mistake that should have been eliminated a long time ago!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kailuozi, this was my mistake, I ignored..."
Sephiel, who was standing aside, hurriedly admitted his mistake in a low voice, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tyrion. The death knight raised his head and looked calmly at the guardian of time in front of him. He spoke in a low and hollow voice. explain:
"Don't beg him, Sephiel, you are not his dog, you need the scraps at his feet to survive."
Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at the time guardian in front of him. He poured the last sip of wine into his mouth and said:
"Who do you think you are? Putting on the airs of a boss in front of me? Deathwing failed to scare me, and the price it paid for scaring me was: I threw it into the Twisting Nether. So, do you think you
Can you scare me? Make me kneel in front of you and beg for mercy?"
"Bang"
The wooden cup in the death knight's hand was corroded by the energy of death and turned into sawdust all over the floor. He looked at Kairoz and whispered:
"Do you know that 3 days ago, I just drained all the blood from a dragon king? Maybe you also want to try that taste. Chromie is not the first rebel to cross the end of time. You are the only one."
Yes...what I said is correct, right? Kairoz, you pretentious fellow has also secretly seen that future!"
Kairoz did not respond. He was not angry because of Tyrion's provocation, nor was he regretful because his inner thoughts were revealed. He just looked at the death knight in front of him quietly. After a moment, he said again:
"So what? I've seen the hopeless future, but that doesn't mean I want to join you in deceiving the Lord of Time. I'm loyal to the Bronze Dragon Legion, and I won't do that."
Hearing this, Chromie suddenly stood up from her chair. She put her hands on the table and stared at Kairoz without fear:
"Then why did you bring us here? Do you want to report us?"
"I'm just here to tell you that no deception can be hidden from the Lord of Time. The timeline is a network. The Lord of Time is beyond this network. Sooner or later, he will notice that this is no longer normal. You are just doing it.
It’s useless effort, that’s all.”
Kairoz stood up, threw a gold coin on the table, straightened his robe, and seemed to be planning to leave.
"I can pretend I didn't see what you did in the past, but don't cross the line again. This is for your own good."
A golden door shone behind Kairoz. He turned around, as if pushing open the door. Outside that door, endless starlight shone. And the moment he stepped into the door, Terry
Ang picked up another cup and said in a deep voice:
"It's impossible to deceive Nozdormu. Even if you can deceive it for a while, you can't deceive the truth forever. But fortunately, we have no intention of deceiving it at all. What we have to do is another thing."
"Um?"
Kairoz turned his head, his cold eyes dancing with a playful light: "Then, tell me, what are you going to do?"
"Bang"
The golden disc was thrown on the table, spinning rapidly. Kairoz's eyes widened at this moment, and the death knight raised his head, drank the inferior wine in one gulp, and stretched out his finger,
