"What is this?" asked Grom, frowning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At his feet, the goblin captain lowered his head, opened the parchment roll, spread it on the deck, and then raised his head to Grom and continued to "grunt".

"Huh? Seems to be ...... Map?" Zuhd snorted and crouched down to take a closer look.

Seeing this, Grom also crouched down and stared at the "map" for a long time, but did not understand anything.

But Zuhd was right, it was indeed a map, and although the language was not understood, with the map, the goblin captain drew on the map with charcoal and gestured with his hands, and Zuhd gradually understood what he meant.

The goblin captain pointed to himself, then marked an "X" with charcoal somewhere on the map, and as he repeated his movements, Zuhd understood what he meant by the fact that the fleet was now in the place where the "X" had marked.

The goblin captain pointed to the back of them, the direction they had come from, and then pointed to a large area on the map framed by thick wires, and drew a small circle, and Zuhd looked at it for a long time before he understood that it meant that they had set out from here.

Then came the main event - Captain Goblin's charcoal made a straight line on the little circle and the "X", and then extended along that line to the other end, until ...... A new, thick-wired area appeared.

"I see!" Zuhd shouted, startling Grom, "this is our destination, Gul'dan didn't lie to us, that continent exists, and this goblin, he knows we're going there!"

"Uh-huh......" Grom muttered, then stared at the black charcoal line in a daze.

Under Zuherd's explanation, Grom understood what these symbols and boxes represented. But there was still some hesitation in his heart.

From that circle, which was the Gulf of Palatine from which they departed, to the "X", where they were now, it was less than a tenth of the total length of the black line, and it had been three full days since they left the Gulf of Palatine.

In other words, even if Grom's fleet were to move all the way now, even if the whole thing was calm, it would take at least a little more than a month, when their supplies were almost depleted and the new continent was full of unknown risks.

However, looking back...... Although it only took three days to return to the continent, Grom knew that if they landed in the same place, they would likely be sniped by humans, so Grom and the others could only detour to other parts of the continent, such as the areas inhabited by these goblins.

However, Grom didn't think that these goblins would take on the responsibility of containing the orcs, these little greedy men were not reliable allies at all, and they would betray Grom and his troops at any time for money, and even if they didn't, it would only be to squeeze the last bit of value out of the orcs.

It was even more impossible to chase Gul'dan, the guy was so scheming that he didn't know what traps he would lay along the way, and even the direction that Zuhd saw and Gul'dan left could be wrong, and with the language barrier with these goblins, Grom didn't think they would be able to catch up with Gul'dan.

Thinking about whether to face the new challenges that may come on a new road, or whether to return to his homeland and fight to the death with humanity or hide in the Middle East after mankind, Grom hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to be born free.

Grom made up his mind, and quickly snatched the charcoal from the goblin captain's hand, and as the goblin captain covered his fingers and screamed, Grom twisted his head and forced him to look at the map.

"We do this, and then this, do you understand?" Grom made a few hard strokes with charcoal between the "X" and the New World far away, and with great force he broke the tip of the charcoal pen. He used a variety of tone words while glaring fiercely at the goblin ship1.

"Grunt-goo-grunt!" Captain Goblin crushed his tears in Grom's big hand, and he tried to pull Grom's fingers with his hands, but to no avail, and his legs trembling weakly on the deck, and kicking with twitches from time to time—the poor little man, who was about to be tortured to death by Grom.

"I'll tell him!" said Zuhd, taking the charcoal pen from Grom's hand, sharpening it on the deck, recreating a nib, and then drawing a shoulder in one direction on the black line connecting the "X" to the New World, and gesturing in that direction, motioning to the goblin captain to drive that way.

"Gollum, Gollum!" Grom let go of the goblin captain's head, and the little man nodded desperately, while gulping in the sea-smelling air—Zuhd chuckled bitterly—perhaps an illusion, but how did he think the goblin's head seemed to have been flattened by Grom?

"You can talk to each other?" Grom wondered, "Zuhed can talk to these pieces of waste, and you're just like them!"

No matter how wasteful Lao Tzu is, he is better than you fool!--At one point, Zuhead even thought that it would be better for him to leave Grom alone with the remnants of less than 3,000 soldiers of the Dragonthroat Clan and the Blacktooth Clan, he felt that Grom's stupidity would sooner or later drag him down, and he couldn't figure out that he would really be split in two by the "blood roar" that day.

However, Zuhd still gave up on such an idea - after all, the orcs had only so little power left in this world, and if they were scattered, they would be annihilated by other races, and more importantly, without the powerful combat power of the Grom and Warsong clans, Zuhd also had some fear of the future in his heart - whether it was the New World or the Old World, the future of the orcs was not very clear.

Ignoring Grom's insults to himself, Zuhd continued to gesture with the goblin captain.

Zuhd first pointed to the approaching ships, and then made a forward movement with his hands on his chest, and after repeating this several times, the goblin captain roughly understood, and he shouted a few words to the goblin sailors who were cowering and hiding in the corners of the deck - or "grunt" a few words loudly, not knowing what the goblin language was about, but it was a toss-and-over murmur in Zuherd's ears anyway.

The goblin sailors seemed to have some scruples, and though the goblin captain was dancing and shouting, they didn't do anything.