The pirates who laid down their arms were clamoring, and although Phil Laren was bent on dying, they couldn't help but feel sad when they saw him fall, and they lost a distinguished captain.

The bear rises from the deck and changes back into human form. The scimitar was still piercing his abdomen, but now it seemed that it had only pierced the leather armor on his body and embedded it in it—the leather armor they had spent so much money on had finally worked for it. He pulled out the scimitar and tossed it aside, and amazingly, there wasn't even a trace of blood on the tip of the knife. The Night Elf strode up to Phil Laren and bent down to probe the latter's breath.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet." After a few seconds, he looked up and announced loudly.

He reached out and pressed the pirate captain's limp shoulders and chest, then pulled out a handful of scorching grass seeds and filled the latter's mouth, but it didn't let him swallow, but to be honest, it was difficult for an unconscious pirate captain to do that.

Then, he began to summon the forces of nature, and under the gaze of everyone, the emerald green light gradually leaked out of Phil Laren's mouth, and then lingered towards his chest.

Masrae channeled the power to repair Phil Laren's broken body until he was healed. The process was slow and required a lot of patience and attention, and Masrae tried to persevere. About three quarters of an hour later, Phil Laren, who was lying on the ground, let out a faint ** and opened his eyes.

"Wow, isn't this the druid who killed me? Why did you come to hell too? He blinked, looked down at the Night Elf looking down at him, and said in disbelief.

"I'm afraid your peers don't have that skill yet." Masrae said with a smile.

The crowd erupted in cheers, especially among the pirates. After a dismal defeat, the honorable captain did not leave them, and that was almost the only comforting piece of good news.

Phil Laren sat up a little inexplicably and looked around. He finally realizes that he has not fulfilled his last duty as the captain of the flying Osprey.

All right. Now it's harvest time. The captain of the Swordfish divided a group of sailors to control the captured ship, while Kraz commanded his men to tie up the pirates one by one. Be very careful when tying up. He didn't have to, but the pirates' previous backsliding made him dare not trust them anymore.

At this moment, the lookout suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the flying Osprey, they have finally arrived." ”

On deck, the crew of the Swordfish let out a burst of laughter.

"The bounty is ours. It has nothing to do with them. Someone shouted triumphantly.

In the distance, a white sail gradually rose.

……

"He should be here by now, according to the agreed time." Masrae grumbled as he leaned against the bar and snapped his fingers at the bartender, motioning for him to fill the empty glass in front of him.

He liked the atmosphere, especially with a bearded copperbearded dwarf sitting next to him. However, the dwarf was already too drunk to sit still, for they had just drained an entire barrel of dwarven spirits. To the dwarf's great shame, he didn't even win the fight. Especially if the opponent is not yet another dwarf.

Of course, it's not just the couple who are fighting together, and the crowded tavern halls are full of such drunken guys. Compared to usual, the "Sailor's House" hotel is much more crowded. Today is the first day back to Treasure Bay, and the sailors on the Osprey and Swordfish have filled the place to the brim, and after nearly half a month of sailing at sea, these rough men can't wait to have some fun.

The bar was full of people, and the sailors were singing loudly, competing for the amount of alcohol they had drunk and showing off their achievements in the voyage. Of course. Quarrels and fights are also common, especially when the Flying Osprey is beaten to pieces, but the Swordfish is coldly holding a hot pancake, which is even more uncommon.

"Hey. Over here, Kraz. Just then, Diego, who was sitting on the other side of Masrae, shouted in the direction of the tavern door. Masrae turned as well, following the hunter's gaze to the goblin captain who was walking towards them through the crowd.

"Good evening." Kraz said happily that he seemed to be in a good mood. He sat down next to Diego and gestured to the bartender behind the bar. "Skinder, it's still the same."

"How's it going?" Diego asked, "Can I get my boat back?" ”

"This ......" the goblin captain muttered for a moment, as if thinking about what to say next. He picked up the glass that had slid along the bar, took a big sip, and then let out a long breath, "I love the unmixed Thunder Ale!" ”

"Come on, Kraz, don't sell it, let's talk about it." Masrae said impatiently, the stimulation of alcohol had greatly weakened his ability to control his temper.

"Good news or bad news, which do you want to hear first?" The goblin captain turned to look at Diego and said in a very old-fashioned manner.

Diego smiled dumbly: "Let's talk about the good news first, let my good mood be maintained for a while." ”

"The good news is that you can get your ship back, and you can go to the port authority on the dock tomorrow to go through the handover formalities."

"Wow, then, what's the bad news?" Mas Lei controlled his excitement, took a sip of wine, and asked in a low voice.

"The bad news is, you'll have to find your own crew." Kraz looked at the sharp nails on the druid's fingertips, and quickly explained, "This is the rule of this industry. ”

He was right, normally, the owner of a ship would hire all the crew members, from the captain to the sailor, before taking over a new ship, but now, where do the unfamiliar Diego go to hire the crew?

When the nation of seafaring Kurtilas lost his admiral in the Third War, and Gianna? After Proudmoor led the fleet away from Kalimdor, there were fewer and fewer experienced crews on the Eastern Kingdoms continent. Unlike other professions, a crewman's experience is built up from voyage to voyage, but with the decline of the seafaring nation, it often takes at least years to train a qualified crew member in the eastern kingdom, where the shipping industry is almost dying. Diego obviously couldn't wait that long.

"Shit! How do the two of us get the boat back? Masrae looked at the goblin with red eyes and said angrily.

The goblin captain shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak, he was afraid that if he spoke again, he would completely anger the night elf, he knew how fierce this man was when he turned into a violent bear.

"Can't these crew members of the Swordfish be kept now? I can hire them for a good price, just a while, enough for me to sail this ship back into the Wild West. Diego asked.

"I'm afraid not, there's going to be a new ship in the dockyard next month, and these people are going to be transferred to that ship, you know, the rich man Rivigaz wants to expand his fleet, and he won't allow you to use these people." Captain Goblin explained.

Diego pinched his forehead depressedly, he didn't think about hiring a free crew, but in the current Treasure Bay, it is difficult to find sailors who have no work, because some time ago, in order to give the Swordfish to fight at sea, Rivigaz almost searched all the people on the street, so that now the Treasure Bay is rarely seen even a beggar.

"Is that how goblins behave?" Masrae said angrily, "If I knew this, I wouldn't have helped you fight pirates!" ”

"Pirates?" Diego suddenly thought of something, he looked up and looked at Masrae with sparkling eyes, "I think I know where to find someone." (To be continued.) )