Chapter 2 Chapter two

"I never figured out, what's the use of fog?" Captain Borlick - the owner of the orc merchant ship the Orgat - immediately regretted opening his mouth, for he found that he did not want to answer the orderly's question: "Is there any use?" Rebin shook his head and continued cleaning the captain's fangs.This is not a habit that every orc has.But Captain Bolick insisted that, as the owner of the Orgat, he had an obligation to look his best.The orcs were originally a noble race, but because they were driven out of their homes and became slaves of humans and demons, they lived a dirty and unclean life.And now as a free man living in Durotar under the leadership of the great warrior Thrall, Bolic felt compelled to live like a slave—and that meant keeping things clean.While this would be nothing short of FangYaTan to most orcs, Borric wanted his crew to do just that.

That's what Rabin did.He had always followed the captain's instructions better than any other crew member of the Orget.His eyebrows were neatly shaved, his fangs and teeth clean, his nails polished and sharpened, and his accessories were simple but tasteful — just a nose ring and a tattoo. Raybin began to answer the captain's question: "Yes, sir. Everything exists for a reason, doesn't it? You see, water exists so we can have fish and sail our ships. So it exists so that we can breathe freely. The earth feeds us, not to mention it allows us to build houses on it. We can build boats because of trees. And rain and snow, they both exist for a reason— — unlike the oceans, they provide us with drinking water. Everything in the world has a reason for being.”

Rebin began to concentrate on sharpening the captain's nails.Bolick leaned back, and his stool was right next to the bulkhead, so he leaned on it.He asked, "What's the use of fog?" "No. It's useless except to block the way." Bolick laughed, his freshly cleaned teeth gleaming in the dim cabin.There was no light at the portholes, the fog was too thick.The captain went on: "But rain and snow get in the way, too." "That's right, Captain, that's right." Raybin had already repaired his thumb, and he went on to work on the other fingers, "but as I said, rain and snow do something else. Although they It is also in the way, but at least it can make up for it. But, sir, can you tell me, what is the use of fog? It can only block our vision, but it can't do anything else."

"Maybe so," Bolick looked at his orderly, "but it's likely that we just don't know its function for a while. After all, it took us a long time to realize that snow is just frozen rain. At that time, Orcs also see snow as useless, as you do now. It wasn't until later that the use of snow - as you said, to provide us with drinkable water - was discovered. So, it's not the mist's fault, Let’s just say we haven’t figured it out yet. The world will tell us the truth when we’re ready, and it’s not yet. It always has.” Rebin fixed the nails.As he grinded, he considered the captain's words: "I suppose it might be so. But today, the fog didn't do us any favors. Did it, sir?"

"Indeed. How's the situation?" "I don't think it's much better," Raybin shrugged. "The lookout says he can't even see the fangs on his own face." Bolick frowned.The boat kept rocking, and rocking more and more.That means their boat may have been affected by another boat's wake. Just when Lei Bin was halfway through polishing, the captain stood up and said, "Lei Bin, let's continue later." Rebin stood up and nodded: "Okay, Captain." Bolick grabbed his father's scepter and walked out of the cabin along the narrow corridor.The Orgate was named after his father, Orgate.Orgat - the original owner of the scepter - was a noble orc who died fighting the Burning Legion.At that time, in order to build the best merchant ship, Bolic handed over the task of shipbuilding to the goblins.The builder of the boat, Ryders, is a capable old man.He had assured Borric that the hallway would be made "extremely wide" to accommodate the orc's wide girth.But unfortunately, the "extremely wide" in the little goblin's mind was nothing compared to the orc's stature, so now Captain Borric had to walk sideways towards the stairs leading to the deck.

He was climbing up the stairs when he met the first mate, Karg.As soon as Karg saw the captain, he froze. "I was going down to get you, sir," he said, laughing, his fangs almost poking the captain's eye. "I should have thought, though, that you felt it." Bolick smiled and stepped onto the deck.Once there, however, he immediately regretted not calling Karg down to discuss it.The fog on the deck was so thick it could have been split with a sword.Although he was quite familiar with the Orgat and could walk to the deck with his eyes closed, this was the only way left now.Karg followed the captain, almost chest to back, fortunately they could see each other.

Bolick found he couldn't see any ships at all.He couldn't even be sure they were still sailing on the water, because he couldn't even see the water.So he turned to the first mate and said, "What did you find?" Karg shook his head: "It's hard to say, and the lookout couldn't see clearly. He said for a while that he saw a Theramore cruiser, and for a while he said that the ship he saw was neither human nor orc." "What do you think?" Kager said without hesitation: "The lookout will not talk nonsense when he is not sure. If he said that he saw a cruiser for a while, and said that he saw something else for a while, then it means that he saw something else twice." Saw something different. I think it was two ships. Judging by the wake, either two or one ship was circling us. In this fog, one could easily be seen as Two."

Bolick nodded in agreement.Their lookout Wacker could tell which of the two points on the horizon was a fishing boat and which was a warship.It is even possible to tell whether the fishing boats were made by humans or dwarves, and whether the warships were built before or after the Legion's invasion. "They're looking for trouble! We gotta sound the horn! Quick—" "Horror!" Bolick looked up the mast.He wanted to see Wacker, but the masts overhead were engulfed in fog.Wacker's voice came from what humans called the "crow's nest"—he knew that the crow was a bird, but he still couldn't figure out what the bird's nest had to do with the watchtower—but the captain But can't see him.

Karg yelled, "What did you see?" "There's a ship approaching! It's human! I can't see the flag!" "What about the cruiser?" "It's gone, I could still see it just now! It's coming in parallel!" Bolick hated hearing that.A ship without a flag must be a pirate.Or maybe not—in this fog it made little difference whether there was a flag or not—maybe they just didn't see the ship.But Borric wouldn't risk his ship—and his cargo.If the crates in the hold weren't safely delivered to Razor Ridge, Bolick wouldn't get a dime, which meant his crew wouldn't get paid either.For the ship owner, the life of the crew without salary is not easy.

"Sound the horn! Strictly guard the cargo hold!" Karg nodded: "Of order! Sir." "Harpoon!" Hearing Wacker's shout, Bolick cursed.The harpoon means there are only two possibilities: first, the ship mistook the Orgat for a giant sea creature, such as a whale, sea serpent, or something like that; second, they were pirates, and the harpoon was used to Rope tied. However, it is impossible to have whales and sea serpents in the deep northern sea far from the mainland, so there is only one possibility left. Many harpoons were slammed onto the deck.One was thrown near the stairs leading to the inner cabin, and the rest were thrown where Bolick could not see in the fog.The rope tied to the harpoon tightened.

"Ready for the enemy!" Karg yelled. Bolick heard a voice say, "Cut the rope!" Then there was the sound of fighting, and I heard Kag say: "Don't be stupid! The sword can't cut through those ropes, but be careful of your belly!" The conversation on board was interrupted by the sudden arrival of the intruder.These people stood in the fog, as if they had fallen from the sky.Humans, Bolick could see, but they weren't wearing military uniforms.He couldn't see what they were wearing—humans' preference for coats had always puzzled him.In his eyes, coats are superfluous.The uniforms of Queen Proudmoore's army fall into this category. "Kill these pirates!" Borik yelled.Before he had to speak, the crew had joined the fray.Bolick raised his father's scepter in his right hand, twirling and rushing towards the person closest to him.The man staggered, raised his sword and stabbed over. Bolick blocked the sword with his left hand.As he raised his staff above his head and twirled it for a second attack, the man blocked his staff with his sword.To do so, though, he had to move closer, which gave Bolick a good chance.He grabbed his enemy in the stomach and beat him hard.The man was in so much pain that he coughed and fell on the deck.Bolik raised his scepter and hit the enemy's back of the neck. At this time, two people suddenly jumped in front of Bolik.They thought that would bring him to his knees, but Bolick was not easy to mess with.Although he was born a slave, since he was freed by Thrall, he vowed never to be afraid of any human again.He is willing to fight side by side with them, but he will never beg for mercy from them. Not to mention the two men who pointed knives at him. Standing on the left was a pirate with a cutlass—the kind he had only seen once in his life—and the pirate on the right brandished a pair of short knives.Bolik blocked the scimitar with his left arm, and blocked one of the short swords with the scepter in his right.But this time, the machete hit his forearm, and the other short knife nearly wounded his chest. Bolik resisted the burning pain, swung his arm down quickly, and the scimitar was firmly inserted into his arm.According to leverage, the enemy to his left is now weaponless, as his weapon is stuck in the captain's body.Bolik kicked the enemy on the right, then twisted the neck of the pirate on the left, pushed him down, and forced him to kneel in front of him. The pirate with the dagger waved his arms like rowing a boat, and fell to the deck.Although he managed to avoid the fatal kick, he failed to maintain his balance.Borik seized the machete-wielding pirate by the head in his huge hands and threw him aside.The fool's head hit the mast hard with a loud, joyous crash. At this time, another pirate stood up.He swung two miniature knives at Bolick.The captain stepped back lightly and clasped his right hand with his backhand.He raised his scepter over his head, swung it, and knocked it down on the pirate's head.This is how the pirates ended up with him. "Wack!" Bolik shouted to the watchtower on the mast, he took down the scimitar on his arm, threw it on the deck, and the scimitar fell beside the dead pirate, "The horn !" The pirates didn't know the language of the orcs, so when the foghorns sounded, they were totally unprepared. Seconds later, the air was filled with the deafening sound of horns.Bolik had been prepared for a long time, and the voice seemed to loosen his muscles.So did his crew, he was sure—though he couldn't see many of them in the fog. But humans let down their vigilance, and Bolick knew it would happen.The orcs already had an absolute advantage.Bolick raised the mace above his head, twirling for his next target.He slammed his father's weapon on the shoulder of a nearby pirate.The pirate fell to the ground, howling in pain. Bolick heard someone shout a word in the human language.He was sure it meant "retreat."Facts proved that he was right, and the pirates began to escape back to their ships along the ropes.Bolick saw Karg chop off the leg of a fleeing pirate, and the wretch fell into the open ocean. Karg turned to the captain and said, "Shall we go after him?" Bolick shook his head and said, "No, let them go." It's not wise to chase a ship in the damned fog. "Check the goods." Karg nodded, turned and ran to the cargo hold, his footsteps echoing on the deck. Bolick looked up, and he called out, "Lookout, can you still see the human ship?" "They didn't move at first," Wacker said, "but as soon as they heard us blow the foghorn, they moved away. They're out of sight now." Bolick clenched his fists.His right hand gripped his father's scepter so tightly that it nearly broke.These humans are their allies.Why did Queen Proudmoore's elite force watch as pirates attacked the Orgat when they were nearby? "Sir," Karg said, followed by Fox, the soldier in charge of guarding the cargo hold, "one crate was broken, and the other was thrown into the sea by the fleeing enemy." Fox added: "They've got almost all the men in the hold. We put up a fight, sir. Otherwise they'd have taken the cargo." "Good job, Fox. You'll be rewarded." Bolick knew what he meant.The loss of two crates means the loss of 20% of the goods, which means that the salary will be reduced by 20%.Bolick put a hand on Fox's shoulder: "You will be paid the same as if the goods were delivered to their destination in good condition—the difference will be deducted from my share." Karg's eyes widened: "Thank you so much! Captain." "It's all right—you protected my ship, so you shouldn't be punished." Fox smiled and said, "I'll inform the other fighters, sir." When Fox walked away, Bolik turned to Karg and said, "Calculate the loss and throw the human corpses into the sea. Continue sailing." He took a breath and spat it out along his fangs: "Return to the city After that, find me a messenger. Thrall must know the whole thing." Karg nodded: "Of order! Captain." Borik stared blankly at the thick fog in front of him.It was it that allowed the pirates to get close to Orgat and launch the attack.He recalled Rebin's words, and felt that none of the benefits brought by the fog could be worth the loss this time.