Vol'jin looked up, sized up the excited Dempl, and said slowly:
"I need to clarify two things. First, the person who came to see you with the token was just my subordinate. Second, I am not your captain; this is."
Vol'jin pointed at Thrall, who was admiring the Juxiong specimen. "He's the real financier of the Southsea Pirates."
Thrall removed his cloak, revealing his true face, and looked at everyone present with a smile.
A strange Orcs with sharp fangs and a ferocious face appeared before Dempl, who was at a loss for words.
When the Goblin Craig was following the trade Mogul, he had once seen Thrall from afar in Orgrimmar, and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Craig greets the great Savior Thrall."
Upon hearing that it was the renowned Savior Thrall, Dempl's eyes welled up with tears, and he immediately knelt on the ground.
"South Sea foreman Dempl has met Captain Thrall! Our captain is actually the Savior Thrall! I'm so excited!"
Thrall looked at Dempl's face and asked with a smile, "Dempl, do you have any ideals?"
"Ideal?"
Dempl's expression shifted slightly, his lips trembled involuntarily, and his face showed pain.
Pirates lived a precarious existence, constantly on the brink of bloodshed.
Most Pirates lived a life of debauchery, drifting through life without a care in the world.
Every time he woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache, Dempl sometimes couldn't help but ask himself, "Is this how I'm going to live?"
But he had no choice.
Since killing the Stormwind City nobleman who caused his sister's death, he left alone for Theramore and later became Southsea Pirate. His peaceful and tranquil life had long since vanished.
"I have a grand ideal, and I need the help of some insightful people."
Thrall licked his lips and said:
"To save Azeroth, for the peace of this world, I want to establish a great kingdom in Tanaris and Uldum, ending the killing and strife among the races here, and allowing everyone to live in peace. Dempl, will you help me?"
Dempl looked flattered. "What merit do I have to receive the favor of the great Savior Thrall? It is my honor, but can I truly do it?"
Thrall comforted him:
"Where there's a will, there's a way. As long as everyone puts in the effort, our ideals can be achieved. Tanaris and Uldum have great potential. They have intelligent Goblins, ancient Tol'vir, and the Bronze Dragonflight are my friends. If we can unite, we can become a third force, standing alongside the Alliance and the Horde."
Thrall waved his hand and said, "And you, Dempl, who was the first to follow me, will surely become a great general, my right-hand man."
Dempl, looking utterly apprehensive, said excitedly:
"Great Savior Thrall, I am willing to serve you, even at the cost of my life, without hesitation."
Thrall helped Dempl up with satisfaction. "That's enough. Don't worry, with just one word from me, the Goblins of Gadgetzan will never attack; instead, they'll provide us with supplies."
After saying that, Thrall looked at the Goblin Craig:
"Craig, I have high hopes for you. Would you be willing to become my other right-hand man?"
Kregg Keelhaul clenched his fists, his expression shifting between light and shadow, his eyes Liuliu around as if deep in thought. He then pulled a pink gauze glove from his pocket.
"I'm sorry, great Savior Thrall. Since Lady Goya jumped into the sea and committed suicide, my heart has died, and I have no expectations for the future. I only want to dance on the edge of a knife, to kill or be killed, hoping one day to die at sea, to be with Lady Goya forever."
Dempl looked disdainfully at the thin glove in Craig's hand:
"Craig, I didn't expect you to be such a romantic. Is this glove a keepsake between you two? I've never seen you wear it before?"
Thrall seemed to be touched and sighed, saying:
"Such sincere and heartfelt affection! I never expected to find such a devoted person among the Pirates. It reminds me of my great love with Agna. Craig, you have moved me. My crew needs someone like you."
Dempl, unconvinced, blushed and shouted:
"Great Savior Thrall, do not be deceived by him. Craig is a Goblin who tricked Lady Goya with sweet words and threw her into the sea to drown. I have every reason to suspect that he is a spy sent by Gadgetzan."
Craig gripped the Bossa gloves tightly, pressing them against his chest, and glared at Dempl.
"Shut up! You can accuse me of being a traitor to Gadgetzan, but you shouldn't doubt my feelings for Lady Goya. A barbarian like you wouldn't understand what love is."
Dempl chuckled coldly, "Craig, I already have evidence proving you're a spy for Gadgetzan. Lady Goya was just a sacrifice, deliberately used to gain our trust. Great Savior Thrall, please give me a moment; I'll go get the evidence now."
Craig was furious. "I have a clear conscience! Show me the evidence, and I'll confront you face to face!"
Thrall's face darkened; he was very dissatisfied with Dempl.
"What I want to see is peace, not quarrels. The Pirate mentality needs to be put aside. Alright, Dempl, I'll give you one chance, this is the first and last."
Dempl left in a huff, while Craig was secretly delighted, having cleverly used his story with Lady Goya to gain Thrall's favor.
The name of the Great Savior resounds throughout Azeroth. Although he has now retired and is no longer the Warchief, he remains a great hero in the hearts of the people.
With such a powerful and influential backer, wealth and glory were just around the corner. Like all Goblins, Craig also wanted to become a renowned Trade Prince.
Thrall seemed to think highly of Craig, saying many caring things. Craig, being a worldly man, answered fluently, and Thrall nodded in satisfaction.
They waited and waited, but Dempl didn't show up.
A young man with a gloomy face walked into the room, looking at Thrall with displeasure:
"I just saw Dempl leave the harbor in a small boat."
Craig's gaze darkened slightly. "He must have run away in shame because he couldn't produce any evidence."
Thrall pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said:
"Everyone has their own ambitions, and I will absolutely not force you. Craig, I appoint you as foreman, in command of all the Southsea Pirate."
Craig was overjoyed, barely suppressing his inner elation:
"Great Savior Thrall, I will do everything in my power, even at the cost of my life."
Thrall nodded and gave the order:
"There's no time to lose, Craig. Gather all the Pirates immediately and come with me to the Caverns of Time."
The Southsea Pirate was getting further and further away. Dempl breathed a long sigh of relief as the ship sailed through the fog not far from the shore.
The area is covered with lush vegetation and thick fog, with numerous reefs and extremely poor visibility. Even Dragonkin cannot see very far, and only a few Pirates are familiar with the route.
"Bronze Dragonflight, Gadgetzan Goblins, Tol'vir in Uldum, ancient Titans Ruins —what does Thrall really want?" Dempl muttered to himself.
Craig, who was leading the Southsea Pirates to the Caverns of Time, was also thinking about the same question. He had long since thrown his Bosha gloves aside, which were now covered in dust and mud.