Wo'jin raised his head, looked at the excited Temple, and said calmly:
"I want to clarify two things. First, the people who came to see you with the tokens before were just my subordinates. Second, I am not your captain, this one is."
Vol'jin pointed at Thrall who was admiring the giant bear specimen: "He is the real financial backer of the South Sea pirates."
Thrall took off his cloak and revealed his true face, looking at everyone present with a smile.
An orc with sharp fangs and a ferocious face, Temple looked unfamiliar and was at a loss.
When Goblin Craig followed the trade magnate, he once saw Thrall from a distance in Orgrimmar. He hurriedly saluted and said, "Craig has met Thrall, the great savior."
When Temple heard that it was the thundering savior Thrall, tears filled his eyes, his eyes were red, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground:
"Foreman Temple of the South China Sea met Captain Sal. Our captain turned out to be Sal, the savior. I was so excited."
Sal looked at Temple's face and asked with a smile: "Temple, do you have any ideals?"
"ideal?"
Temple's expression moved slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help trembling, and his face looked painful.
The life of a pirate is precarious, and blood is shed on the tip of a knife.
Most pirates live in a state of intoxication, day after day.
Every time he woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache, Temple occasionally couldn't help but ask himself whether he could live like this.
But he had no choice.
Ever since he killed the Stormwind noble who killed his sister, left Theramore alone, and later became a pirate in the South Sea, his peaceful and comfortable life has long since left him.
"I have a lofty ideal and need help from some knowledgeable people."
Sal licked his lips and said:
"In order to save Azeroth and for the peace of this world, I will build a great kingdom in Tanaris and Uldum, end the killings and disputes among the various races here, and let everyone live in peace.
Temple, are you willing to help me?"
Temple looked flattered: "What virtues and abilities do I have? It is an honor for me to be favored by the great savior Thrall, but can I do it?"
Sal comforted:
"It depends on people. As long as everyone puts in their efforts, our ideal can succeed. Tanaris and Uldum have great potential. There are smart goblins and Tol'vir people with a long history. The bronze dragon is mine."
Friends, if we can all unite, we will become the third force that competes with the Alliance and the Horde."
Thrall waved his hand and said: "And you, Temple who followed me first, will definitely become a great general and my right-hand man."
Temple looked frightened and said excitedly:
"Great savior Thrall, I am willing to serve you, even if it costs my life, I will never hesitate."
Thrall helped Temple up with satisfaction: "Your words are enough. Don't worry, as long as I say a word, the goblins in Gadgetzan will never call, but will provide us with supplies."
After that, Thrall looked at Goblin Craig again:
"Craig, I am very optimistic about you. Are you willing to be my other arm?"
Craig Neharu clenched his fists, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were wandering around, not knowing what he was thinking, and he took out a pink gauze glove from his arms.
"I'm sorry, great savior Sal, since Mrs. Goya committed suicide by jumping into the sea, my heart has died and I have no expectations for the future. I just want to dance on the tip of the knife, kill or be killed, hoping that one day I can
Die at sea and be with Madame Goya forever."
Temple looked at the gauze gloves in Craig's hands with disdain:
"Craig, I didn't expect that you are still an infatuated person. Is this glove your token? Why haven't I seen you wearing it before?"
Sal seemed to be touched and said with emotion:
"It's so sincere. I didn't expect that there would be such an infatuated person like you among the pirates. It reminded me of the great love I had with Agna. Craig, you moved me. I need talents like you in my team.
"
Temple was unconvinced, blushed, and said loudly:
"Thall, the great savior, don't be deceived by him. Craig is a cunning goblin who deceived Mrs. Goya with his sweet words and threw her into the sea to drown. I have every reason to suspect that he is a Gadgetzan sect."
Here comes the spy."
Craig held the Bo gauze glove tightly, pressed it firmly on his chest, and glared at Temple:
"Shut up, you can slander me as a traitor in Gadgetzan, but you shouldn't doubt my relationship with Mrs. Goya. Barbarians like you don't understand what love is."
Temple sneered: "Craig, I have already mastered the evidence, proving that you are a spy in Gadgetzan. Mrs. Goya is just a victim, deliberately sacrificed to win our trust. Great savior Thrall, please give me a little
Time, I’ll go get the evidence right now.”
Craig was furious: "I have a clear conscience. You bring the evidence and I will confront you."
Sal's face darkened, and he was very dissatisfied with Temple:
"What I want to see is peace, not quarrels. The pirate's nature should be let go. Well, Temple, I will give you a chance. This is the first and last time."
Temple left angrily, and Craig laughed heartily. He used his story with Mrs. Goya to cleverly win Sal's favor.
The reputation of the great savior resounds throughout Azeroth. Although he has now retired and no longer serves as the warchief, he is still a great hero in the hearts of the people.
With such a great backer who responds to everything, prosperity and wealth are just around the corner. Like all goblins, Craig also wants to become a famous trade prince.
Sal seemed to be very optimistic about Craig and said many words of concern. After all, Craig had seen the world and answered fluently. Sal couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
I sat and waited, but Temple didn't come.
A young man with a gloomy face walked into the room and looked at Sal with an unhappy face:
"I just saw Temple leaving the harbor in a small boat."
Craig's eyes darkened slightly: "He must have been unable to produce evidence and ran away in shame."
Sal pondered for a while, waved his hand and said:
"Everyone has his own ambitions. I will never force you. Craig, I appoint you as the foreman to lead all the pirates in the South China Sea."
Craig was overjoyed and suppressed his inner joy:
"Great savior Thrall, I will do my best, even if it costs my life."
Sal nodded and ordered:
"Without further ado, Craig, please summon all the pirates immediately and rush to the Caverns of Time with me."
The pirates' lair in the South China Sea was getting further and further away. Temple let out a long sigh of relief, and the ship moved forward in the fog not far from the shore.
The vegetation here is lush, covered with thick fog, and there are countless reefs. The visibility is extremely poor. Even the dragons cannot see very far. Only a few pirates are familiar with the route.
"The bronze dragon, the goblins of Gadgetzan, the Tol'vir of Uldum, the ancient Titan ruins, what exactly does Thrall want?" Temple muttered secretly.
Craig, who led the South Sea pirates to the Cave of Time, was also thinking about the same problem. He had long thrown the gauze gloves aside, covered in dust and mud.