Five thousand South Sea pirates were noisy all the way. Under the leadership of Thrall and Vol'jin, they rushed to the Cave of Time. Everyone was happy from the bottom of their hearts.
Only a few idealistic people who advocated violence or aspired to become the Pirate King quietly chose to leave.
Along the way, Thrall was kind and friendly, chatting and laughing with Craig. Wojin beside him was even more approachable and gentle, and the three of them almost became the boss.
Only the young man from the Cave of Time remained gloomy and silent, as if everyone owed him money.
After arriving at the Cave of Time, under Thrall's order, the pirates took off their armor, put down their weapons, and followed the spiral cave into the depths of the Cave of Time.
Thrall kindly introduced the Bronze Dragon and the Cave of Time to Craig and other pirate leaders:
"Bronze dragons are the friendliest among the five giant dragons. They usually watch the birth, old age, illness and death of mortals with indifference, but when you ask for help, they will do their best to help."
In the Cave of Time, a huge bronze dragon roars past overhead from time to time, bringing up terrifying air currents.
Feeling the tremendous pressure brought by the dragon, Craig suddenly had a ridiculous idea. If the bronze dragon suddenly turned against him, the five thousand pirates would be powerless to fight back.
But Craig immediately felt very funny. Sal, the savior, was just as wise, just, full of kindness and wisdom, and so kind as the rumors said.
Even the brutal pirate leaders were impressed by Thrall's noble personality.
Thrall, who has a kind heart, will never harm anyone.
Already close to the center of the Caverns of Time, in front of a crooked tower, stood a beautiful blood elf woman, her eyes shining brightly, looking at the pirates.
Many frivolous pirates whistled, and the blood elf woman responded with a kind and gentle smile.
Suddenly, a terrifying shadow enveloped her, and the blood elf woman turned into a huge dragon, stretched out her tongue and rolled up a tauren.
The dragon's tongue was full of sharp barbs, easily picking apart the Minotaur's coat and skin. With its tongue rolled up, a complete piece of cowhide and its head fell to the ground.
The barbs opened the abdomen again, and the internal organs were thrown aside. The minotaur's bloody body disappeared into the huge mouth, and then there was an oozing sound of chewing. The dragon's strong teeth crushed the bones together, and then swallowed it hard.
There was a satisfied expression on his face.
"As expected of a pirate, the muscles are very chewy, the meat is elastic, and there is a fragrance of rum. Not bad, very good. I am so lazy. I should have found a few to satisfy my cravings."
The pirates were shocked and stunned, and many of them wet their pants.
The ruthless South China Sea pirates have never done anything evil.
Tragedies like this happened from time to time, and often became their bragging rights after drinking. But when they changed from the perpetrators to the victims, the pirates were so frightened that they lost all fighting spirit and became silent.
The young man following Thrall complained and said: "Elurmi, we bronze dragons are a civilized race. Your behavior is simply too bad and embarrassing."
The young man looked perverse and said viciously: "Pirates should eat cooked food."
Craig hoped that this was just a misunderstanding. His face turned pale and he looked at Sal pleadingly.
Thrall's expression was calm: "Craig, please don't take it to heart. In the great cause of saving Azeroth, all races are equal. They only have different divisions of labor, and there is no distinction between high and low."
Craig asked anxiously: "What is the division of labor among pirates in the South China Sea?"
Sal said in a cadence: "You have the most glorious responsibility, and your role is irreplaceable. I am proud of you. You are indispensable food."
"food?"
Craig was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and then he understood why Temple ran away.
"No, great savior Thrall, I am a goblin and have received an excellent education since childhood. Unlike these stupid pirates, believe me, I must be more useful than food."
Sal looked at Craig with an incomprehensible look:
"You've made it difficult for me. What's wrong with being the glorious food? Every day in Azeroth, countless people look forward to becoming the food of the orcs and contributing to saving Azeroth. The coveted opportunity is yours.
Why don't you cherish it in front of me?"
Craig crawled toward Sal on his knees: "No, please, don't eat me."
Sal shook his head: "Craig, everyone has a value of existence. Your ideological realm is very problematic. I am very disappointed in you, but I will correct your mistakes. Who makes us friends?"
Thrall turned to the young man and said: "Zaradom, prepare a set of kitchen utensils for me. I want to cook myself. This goblin's ideological level is not high. Let's start with his brain. I hope that after oiling, his thoughts will
The realm can be as noble as mine and know how to selflessly contribute to Azeroth."
After counting the number of pirates, Anachronos nodded to Thrall and said:
"Five thousand pirates are equivalent to five thousand military rations. According to the rules, I will provide you with five thousand orc soldiers."
Thrall turned a deaf ear and was completely absorbed in cooking Craig the Goblin.
"The meat of goblins is very hard and has a disgusting smell of copper. It must be flavored with tauren and pandaren meat. The goblin meat processed in this way has the chewiness of tauren and the tenderness of pandaren. It melts in your mouth.
A mouthful of sweetness.”
Elurmi, who turned into a blood elf woman again, asked curiously:
"In this case, why not cook tauren and pandaren directly, and insist on using poor ingredients like goblin meat. I think this is the biggest waste of ingredients."
Thrall glanced at Alulmi:
"You don't understand, the so-called excellent cooking skills are to turn decay into magic."
After more than two hours of busy work, Thrall finished a goblin feast and began to eat happily. Vol'jin picked up the map of Uldum and studied it carefully.
"The Tol'vir of Uldum were originally created by the Titans. After suffering the curse of flesh and blood, they multiplied in large numbers. Unfortunately, the deserted Uldum could not support so many people, and they were constantly fighting with each other. The Tol'vir now consist of three clans.
Ramkahem, Osis, and Neferset, which clan is better to start with?”
Sal said while eating:
"The weakness of the four elemental lords is the Origin Forge. As long as we obtain this Titan artifact, we can reshape the elemental power of Azeroth. The elemental lords will lose all authority. By the way, has Leiden replied to your letter?"
Vol'jin said respectfully: "Leyden's reply has been received. He hopes that we will get the Forge of Origin and help him leave Azeroth."
Sal nodded with satisfaction:
"Leiden, the guardian of the ancient Titan, although most of his power has been taken away by Thor, he is still our greatest help. Promise Leiden that after I repair the Outland, there will be a place for Leiden."
Vol'jin hurriedly wrote it down.
Thrall touched the oil on his mouth and pointed at Ossis City: "Let's start from here, Vol'jin, this time we will use superb techniques."
Wojin said with joy: "I am ready. You will march into Uldum with a righteous attitude. It is past time to save Azeroth. This time we are in the name of the messenger of the gods."