The southwestern coastline of the Dust Swamp is famously off-limits to ships, and even the most experienced captain won't venture into it.

Because there are not only reefs dotted here, but also a large number of fishmen, lobsters and plesiosaurs, no matter which one you encounter, you can make a heavily armed warship unable to eat and walk.

Of course, there is no shortage of daring people in the world, and those ships that sank in these waters are the best warning to countless captains.

Today, however, a huge warship quietly avoided the detection of the Theramore Lighthouse, and secretly docked in a relatively safe bay under the cover of night.

I saw a human man in his fifties and wearing a blood-red coat, directing the sailors to lower the three small boats and sail straight towards the white sand beach in front of them.

It didn't take long for them to land and start patrolling the surroundings vigilantly.

After about two or three minutes, one of the sailors frowned and said to himself, "Strange! If I'm not mistaken, there must have been quite a few fishmen and lobster people here, why are they all missing today?"

"Idiot, isn't it good to be gone? Do you want to have fun with those monsters that smell fishy?" the other sailor rolled his eyes angrily.

"No! I mean it's a bit of an anomaly! You see, creatures like the Fishman and the Lobster-Man don't leave their territory easily unless they encounter a predator. I think there's definitely something around them that scares them. The sailor who spoke before explained nervously.

"Captain Phil! I think Duncan has a point! We'd better be careful. A middle-aged man who looked like an adjutant took the initiative to raise his head.

The old man in the blood-red coat touched the thick beard on his chin and smiled and comforted, "Don't worry! I know where those pesky fishmen and lobster people have gone." It's actually a show of power by our allies. Am I right?"

The words just fell!

He turned and stared into the depths of the dense forest, where he couldn't see his fingers.

Smack!

With sparse applause, Zhang Cheng walked out of the darkness unhurriedly, and touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly: "Good evening, dear Captain Phil Laren, or should I call you Your Excellency the Fleet Commander instead?"

"Oh, you know me!" Phil Laren raised an eyebrow in surprise.

After all, it had been less than a month since he was promoted to commander of the Thorn Valley Fleet by the high-ranking of the Bloodsail Pirates, and it was normal for the outside world to know about this classified information.

"Of course, I also know that your fleet consists of three warships, your flagship, the Red Mist, Captain Neharu's Wavecut, and Captain Stevent's Maiden's Luck. Maybe you won't believe it, but there are very few things in this world that I don't know, especially those important events that affect the course of the whole world. Zhang Cheng smiled and gave the other party a meaningful look.

Old Phil, who had experienced several major wars, was obviously not intimidated by this psychological tactic, and joked with a smile: "Wow! It seems that you have a good intelligence network at hand, and even our secrets can be obtained in the first place." Perhaps I should suggest that the Commander clean up the interior and see if he can find a few traitors and spies. ”

"Whatever you want!" Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the ogres who had been lying in ambush around them left the cover of the shadows one after another, surrounding a dozen Blood Sail pirates from all sides.

Each of them carried the corpses of two or three fish men and lobster people in their hands more or less, and stuffed them into their mouths, and the bloody and blurred picture was probably spit out on the spot when ordinary people saw it.

"What do you mean by that?" said Old Phil, staring warily at the monsters from another world.

He's not one of those hairy boys who hasn't seen the world and understands what a terrible opponent ogres can be in battle.

During the Orc War, many soldiers who thought they had extraordinary strength would be smashed into meatloaf by these big fat men who looked a little stupid and stupid.

Except for a very small number of gifted heroes, no one dares to fight the ogre one-on-one, and it makes no difference if he looks for death.

"Relax, don't be nervous, I'm just introducing you to my fighters. Think about it, once they rush into the Treasure Bay, what kind of psychological pressure will it cause on the enemy? Believe me, as long as we join forces, it will not be a problem to take Changbao Bay at all. Of course, since it is cooperation, we have to negotiate the conditions in advance. My condition is that the Bloodsail Pirates can take two-thirds of the goblins' wealth and use it as a supply port. And I will get the remaining third, as well as the dominion of Treasure Bay. Well, do you agree?"

Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended to be full of confidence and made conditions.

In fact, as a group of pirates who do all kinds of evil, Bloodsail itself does not have much ambition, let alone occupy a piece of land and establish a country of its own.

They weren't lions, they were sharks, vultures that fed on blood, so they didn't need a "territory", as long as they could loot enough wealth, even if they cooperated with the undead and demons.

"Can we get two-thirds?" said Old Phil's eyes, a terrifying glint in his eyes.

You must know that the owner of Treasure Bay, the "Big Rich" Rivigas, is the best of the goblin consortium, and the wealth gained through trade and Blackwater pirate raids over the years is enough to put the financially troubled Stormwind Kingdom to shame.

If he could really get two-thirds of his fortune at once, even if he handed over the bulk of his fortune, the rest would be enough to support the expenses of the entire fleet for several years, and even add a few more good ships.

Zhang Cheng undoubtedly sensed the shallow thinking of the other party's brain, and nodded with a smile: "Yes! You can take two-thirds." But only if you can't massively kill and destroy Treasure Bay, and especially not set fires, I need to get an entire city, not a ruin. ”

"Deal! But you also make sure these big guys are in the fight the whole time. We'll have to lure out the Blackwater pirate fleet before we can attack Treasure Bay. Old Phil set his eyes on the big-shouldered, round-waisted ogres around him.

He seemed to be able to see the Bloodsail Pirates' old enemies, panicking when they encountered these terrifying monsters.

"No problem! You are an expert in naval warfare, and my men and I are completely at your disposal. ”

Seeing that the cooperation was reached and he could finally leave this place where birds don't, Zhang Cheng immediately expressed great kindness.

For the next hour or so, the two had a discussion about the sailing route and the number of transport ships.

After all, these are more than 800 terrible ogres, and they must be fed during the long voyage, or they will kill and eat whatever they can eat, including the sailors of the Blood Sail Pirates......