The salty sea breeze gently blows across the water and into the harbor. Margoz took a deep breath, the saltiness of the sea water made him feel energized. At the Demon Buster Inn, he doesn't tell the truth: he's a fisherman, but he's never a successful fisherman. And he never fought with the Burning Legion. By the time he arrived, the war had already ceased. He came here just to find a better job opportunity. When he was at Kul Tiras, he never caught enough fish - he was not to blame, he did his best. But the owner of the dock ignores this, what should I do?

What can I do?

So he came to Kalimdor. It was just in time for the wave of immigration. Thousands of people flocked to Theramore, hoping to find a job for a living in the human tribe under Queen Proudmore. But Margot is not alone in fishing, and he is far from being a good fisherman.

Before his master appeared, he was hungry and could not even feed himself with the fish he caught, let alone sell them. Several times, he wanted to hold the anchor and jump into the sea. It's a hundred.

Luckily, his master showed up. All of them got better.

After a while, Margot arrived home. It's a modest apartment. Although he had complained many times that the room was unventilated, the furniture was worn and worn, and the house was full of rats, the owner would not allow him to move to a better house. And he thought Margot was whining, so he simply sat back and ignored it. And he also warns him that doing so will definitely attract attention, and all Margot has to do now is not be discovered.

Tonight, he's sent to the Demon Buster's Inn to spread the word against the orcs. Before that, he had never dared to approach such a place, and those who liked to beat people often gathered in the tavern, and he preferred to hide from them.

Needless to say, he was used to hiding from them.

He walked into the room. In the room was a mattress as thick as a slice of bread, and the burlap sheets on top made it itchy to sleep. It is only used in particularly difficult winters. There is also a lantern in the room. Nothing beyond that. A rat hurried over and burrowed into a crack in the wall.

Margot sighed. He knew exactly what to do next. In addition to not being able to move to a better place, there was one thing in this deal that he hated. That is. He will have a foul smell on him. It was a side effect that he would bring every time he performed magic on his master's orders, and for whatever reason, it annoyed Margoz.

But it's worth the sacrifice to gain that power. And now he can go out on the streets on his own. Generously go to the Demon Buster Inn to drink, and you don't have to worry about someone waiting for an opportunity to bully him.

Margot pulled his collar, reached into his shirt, and pulled out a necklace. The silver pendant on the necklace resembles a blade of fire. He held it tightly in his palm, as if he was going to puncture the palm of his hand, and then he read it silently. Although he would never know the meaning of the incantation, he always felt an unspeakable fear at this time. He read, "Geltek Erred Nash." Erred Nash Bangalar. Erred Nash Havik Yesog. Geltek Ered Nash. ”

A stench of sulfur began to fill the room. Margot hates the smell the most.

Geltek Ered Nash. Did you do what I commanded?

"Yes, sir. To Margoz's embarrassment, he found that his voice sounded a little shrill and shriek. He cleared his throat. He lowered his voice as low as he could, "I did everything you told me to do." When I mentioned the evil deeds of the orcs, almost the entire tavern joined in. ”

Almost?

Margot didn't like the threat implied in the word. "There was one man who was reluctant to join, and as a result, everyone else banded together against him. He became the target of public criticism. That's it. ”

Seemingly. You're doing a great job.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir, thank you. I'd love to serve you," he hesitated, "and may I, sir, consider moving me to a better place now?"

As long as you do things for us. You will be rewarded.

"As you say, sir, but—I, I wish it would be soon. He decided to take advantage of the fear that had haunted him all his life. "Tonight, I'm in danger again, you know, walking around the docks—"

As long as you obey us, there will be no danger. You don't have to be scared anymore. Margoz.

"This- I know that. I'm just—"

You just want to live a life that you are not yet allowed to live. There's nothing wrong with that. But, Margoz. You'll have to be patient. The reward will come when it is due.

The stench of sulfur began to fade slowly. "Thank you, sir. Geltech Erred Nash!"

A voice said faintly, "Gaeltech Erred Nash." The room was silent again.

At that moment, there was a loud bang on the wall, and Margot faintly heard his next-door neighbor shouting, "Stop arguing!

In the past, Margot would have shrunk in fright at such a shout, but now, he didn't care, and planted his head on the mattress, hoping that the smell would not disturb his sleep.

"I can't figure it out, what's the use of fog?"

Captain Bolick, the owner of the orc merchant ship Ogat, immediately regretted it, for he found that he did not want to answer the orderly's question: "Does it have to be of any use?"

Rybin shook his head and continued to clean the captain's fangs. This is not a habit that every orc has. But Captain Bolick insisted that as the owner of the Ogat, he had an obligation to maintain his best image. Orcs were originally a noble race, but they were driven out of their homes and became slaves of humans and demons, so they lived a dirty and unclean life. And now, as a free man living in Durontar under the leadership of the great warrior Thrall, Bolik felt the need to live less like a slave - and that meant keeping things tidy. While this is nothing short of a night's nest for most orcs, Bolick wants his crew to do it.

That's what Rybin did. He was always better at following the captain's instructions than the rest of the crew. He had neatly trimmed his eyebrows, his fangs and teeth clean, his nails polished and sharpened, and his accessories simple yet tasteful—only a nose ring and a tattoo.

Rybin began to answer the captain's question: "Yes, sir. Everything has a reason to have a zài, doesn't it? You see, the reason why water is stored is so that we can have fish to eat and our boats to sail on it. The reason why air exists is to allow us to breathe freely. The earth provides us with food, not to mention that it also allows us to build houses on it. We can build ships because of the trees. And rain and snow. They all have a reason to exist - unlike the ocean, they provide us with drinking water. Every qiē in the world has its own reason for existing. ”

Rybin began to concentrate on sharpening the captain's nails. Bolick leaned back, and his stool was next to the bulkhead, so he simply leaned against it. He asked, "What's the use of fog?"

"Nope. Except for getting in the way. It doesn't work at all. ”

Polyk laughed, his freshly cleaned teeth glistening in the dimly lit cabin. There was no light at all from the porthole, the fog was too thick. The captain continued: "But rain and snow also stand in the way. ”

"Yes, Captain, absolutely. "Rybin has already fixed his thumb. He began to work on his other fingers, "But like I said, rain and snow have something else to do. They get in the way, but at least they make up for it. But, sir, can you tell me what good the fog is? it can only block our view, and nothing else. ”

"Perhaps," Bolick looked at his orderly, "but it's probably just that we don't know what it does for a while." After all, it took us a long time to learn that snow is nothing more than frozen rain. Back then, the orcs saw snow as useless, just like you do now. It wasn't until later that the use of snow - to provide us with drinking water, as you say, was discovered. So, it's not the fault of the fog, it's just that we haven't figured out the truth yet. The world will tell us the truth when we are ready, and it is not yet time. It always has been. ”

Rybin had his nails trimmed. As he polished, he pondered the captain's words: "I think so, perhaps. But today. The fog didn't do us any good. Is that right, sir?"

"That's true. How's it going?"

"I don't think it's going to be much better," Rybin shrugged, "and the lookout said he was standing there and couldn't even make out the fangs on his face. ”

Bolick frowned. The boat is always rocking. It's shaking harder and harder. This means that their ship may have been affected by the wake of another ship.

Halfway through Rebin's polishing, the captain stood up and said, "Rebin, we'll continue later." ”

Rybin stood up and nodded, "Okay, Captain. ”

Bolick grabbed his father's scepter and walked down the narrow hallway. Walk out of the cabin. The Ogatt was named after his father's name, Ogat. Ogat, the original owner of the Scepter, was a noble orc who died in battle with the Burning Legion. At that time, in order to build the best merchant ship, Bolick entrusted the task of shipbuilding to the goblins. The ship's builder, Ryders, was a capable old man. He had promised Bolick that the corridor would be designed to be "extraordinarily wide" to accommodate the wide waistlines of the orcs. Unfortunately, the "extraordinarily large" mind of the diminutive goblins pales in comparison to the orc's size, so now Captain Bolick has to turn sideways towards the staircase that leads to the deck.

He was climbing up the stairs when he ran into the first mate, Carg. As soon as Carg saw the captain, he stood still. "I was about to go down to you, sir. He laughed, fangs nearly poking the captain in the eye, "I should have thought you felt it, though." ”

Bolick smiled and walked up to the deck. But as soon as he got there, he immediately regretted that he hadn't called Kag down to discuss. The fog on the deck was so thick that it could be split with a sword. Although he was familiar with the Ogat, and could walk to the deck with his eyes closed, there was only that way left. Cag followed the captain closely, almost chest-to-back, but thankfully they could see each other.

Polyk found himself unable to see any ships at all. He couldn't even be sure that they were still sailing on the water, because he couldn't even see the shadow of the sea. So he turned to the first mate and said, "What did you find?" (To be continued.) )