"Lady Dusty, are we really going to serve this black dragon like those lowly fishmen?" asked Naga, a male who was digging through dirt and gravel with an anchor in hand.

Naga, a woman known as Lady Dusty, sighed helplessly and responded, "Do we have any other choice? We can't resist, so we have to work honestly. ”

"Damn! I hate being a slave!" the male Naga spat viciously, followed by a venting desperate digging in the dirt, as if to release the pent-up anger in his heart.

"No! we're not slaves, at least not more than those stupid fishmen. With that, Dusty turned and glanced at the fish-man who had been whipped with a leather whip by the orc warlock overseer.

I have to say that these robbers who are not of high intelligence and whose minds are full of unearned ideas are now living a life that is worse than death.

Yes!

Zhang Cheng was so mad that he didn't care about the life or death of human beings, where would he care about a mere fish-man tribe.

Not only did these poor fellows have to work around the clock, but they could only eat one meal a day, and the food was a broth made of shells, crabs, and tired fish-men that were everywhere on the coast.

Normally, in a situation like this cannibalism, if it were replaced by other intelligent races, I would have already started a riot, or secretly escaped.

But what about the fish-people?

They don't have the slightest opinion on this, and they even eat very deliciously, and they can't see the sorrow of rabbits and foxes caused by "cannibalism".

The male Naga seemed to remember the mouthful of the "messy stew" made with large pieces of shells, and immediately felt a churn in his stomach, and rolled his eyes in disgust: "Please, ma'am, don't talk to me about those pesky fishmen, they are simply not worthy of being called intelligent creatures." ”

"But don't forget, in the eyes of that dragon, we're no different from the fishmen. It's just that we are more useful, so we get relatively good treatment. If we don't satisfy him, do you think we'll end up like a fishman?" a solemn look appeared on Dusty's face. "No! it won't make any difference. He's a tyrant, a real tyrant, so it's best to keep your mouth shut and work honestly in order not to die too badly. ”

"I'm sorry, ma'am, and I apologize for my recklessness. I swear, you'll never hear a word of grumbling out of my mouth from now on. With that, the male Naga didn't say a word, waving the anchor and digging desperately in the earth.

Seeing this, Dusty nodded with satisfaction, and quickly twisted his body to leave the entrance of the tomb of Sargeras, and came to the dragon with his eyes closed, and bowed slightly: "Great black dragon! ”

"Oh, the progress seems to be faster than expected!" Zhang Cheng opened his eyelids suddenly, and there was a hint of surprise in his pupils.

After all, the Tomb of Sargeras is not the copy in the game that can be entered casually, but a dangerous place with countless powerful seals.

Especially the last time Illidan led his men to take the Eye of Sargeras, which directly caused a large number of internal structures to collapse, and many places now need to be cleaned before they can be entered.

"Yes, sir. However, the number of fish-man excavation teams is decreasing dramatically, and I think we should try to catch more of them elsewhere. Dusty cautiously made a suggestion.

After Zhang Cheng heard this, he replied without thinking: "Yes! As long as it doesn't affect the construction period, you can do whatever you want. But one thing, if the time is up and I find that the tomb has not been opened, then you and your people will be gone from this world forever, understand?"

Rest assured, I won't let you down. With that, the female Naga saluted again, and then slowly retreated, and did not dare to turn around until she was more than twenty meters away.

Talking face-to-face with a terrifying dragon caused so much psychological stress on her that the scales on her back kept shaking.

"Hmph, I like to be a smart guy!" Zhang Cheng let out a sneer as he stared at the other party's back.

Through the web of minds that spread across the beach, he could easily capture every fish-man or Naga's mental activity, and Dusty was no exception.

The main reason why this guy proposed to capture the fishmen as slaves was to protect his tribe.

Dig beyond physical effort, as you face deadly magical traps beneath the dirt and rubble.

Normally, for every fifteen to twenty meters forward, a poor fish-man dies under various traps.

With such a high casualty rate, not to mention a remote place like the Broken Isles where birds don't, even if it were a densely populated Stormwind City, it would be unbearable.

It can be said that the entire passage is almost paved with fish-man corpses.

If one day the fish-men die, then Naga will be the next person to take charge of the trap.

Just as Zhang Cheng was yawning in boredom, a battleship full of soldiers and sailors slowly left the port of Stormwind City and headed for the maelstrom.

The captain was an old man who looked to be about fifty years old, with one hand clutching the hilt of a sword hanging from his waist, the other holding a pipe, and his eyes were piercing.

Interestingly, almost all of the ships that departed from the port of Stormwind were destined for Northrend in the north, with only one heading west.

At this moment, standing beside the captain was a mage wearing the emblem of the Council of Kenrito.

With thick tan hair and beard, and a swirling crystal staff, he was none other than the Archmage of the Council of Six, Ansrem Ruinvivor, who was also the remodeler of Dalaran.

I saw the archmage take a deep breath of the salty and humid air peculiar to the sea, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Captain, how long do you think it will take us to reach the Broken Isles?"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Archmage, I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answer, and it's hard to say if this ship will be able to sail into the waters of the Broken Isles intact. You haven't been near the Maelstrom, so you don't know how dangerous it is, and if you're not careful, you'll become a storm, a sea beast, and a deep sea naga tearing apart. The old captain smiled wryly and shook his head.

If it weren't for the king's personal order, he would never have risked his beloved ship close to the Broken Isles.

"Relax, if you really get into trouble, I'll help. Ansrem Ruinvivol smiled and comforted, and at the same time touched the secret letter hidden in his underwear, and his eyes revealed a complicated light.