Chapter 131: Baron of the Night

After the violent shaking just now, the ship as a whole is much more stable than before. Although there are still some undulations, at least one can pass normally in the corridor.

The two of them leaned against the wall of the stairway and went all the way down to the bottom of the ship. This is the cargo hold. The boxes are all fixed by various ropes, hooks, wooden boards, etc., but it can be seen that some have loosened.

There are already some sawdust and glass on the ground. Perhaps some boxes have been broken.

Several passengers also came to the bottom of the ship, seemingly attracted by the sudden commotion just now.

"Where is Gazik?" Gerred asked.

"Who is Gazik?" the opposite person asked.

"He is the first mate on the ship." Another passenger replied and asked, "Why are you asking about him? Was he here just now?"

Jess said: "We saw him run here. Wasn't that shout from him just now?"

"If it was him who shouted." A passenger said: "Then who died?"

Gerred looked around the interior of the cabin and asked, "The question is, where is the dead person?"

The five or six people here looked at each other. No one knew what to do. Before long, everyone involuntarily looked towards the deeper part of the other side of the cabin and looked at each other again. The tall man with a lantern took a deep breath and then stepped deeper step by step.

The crowd followed in his footsteps, swaying back and forth rhythmically on the swaying ship's board. After a while, several more passengers ran down and looked over here.

As they walked, Gerred suddenly stopped. The people behind were observing these goods too carefully. Some people even bumped into Jess, almost making Jess push Gerred in front of him again.

Gerred waved his hand, moved his nose and said, "I smell blood."

Hearing the smell of blood, a couple behind unconsciously took a step back. Several bold people around the dwarf were also a little nervous.

The leader in front turned around and lowered the lantern to shine on the flooded floor. Suddenly, he noticed a little imperceptible blackness.

As the lantern approached, a touch of scarlet emerged from this blackness.

"What is this... red wine?"

The dwarf stared back at him, squatted down and dipped his finger in it and licked it.

"Unfortunately, human, you guessed wrong."

Hearing Gerred's words, a group of people took a step back. A person cursed in an obvious Lordaeron accent. No one else dared to move forward.

Gerred took the lantern from the man's hand and continued forward. Jess also followed him. No one is afraid of blood or corpses. The reason why they dare not move forward is because it is obvious that no one knows who or what the murderer is.

The ocean of Azeroth is never calm. Countless grotesque creatures lurk in it. Undoubtedly, the most dangerous ones are the naga at the bottom of the sea. If a group of naga assassins have climbed onto the ship, then this ship is definitely in great trouble.

Jess carefully smelled the surrounding odors. There was not the slightest fishy smell of naga scales. Instead, an unknown stench filled the cabin. This was definitely not a smell that could be smelled at sea.

Hearing Jess constantly smelling something, Gerred whispered: "Even you can feel it, right? That stench."

"Yes." Jess said: "What do you think it is?"

"I have a guess in my mind, but I'm afraid that if I say it, it will sound like an idiot." The dwarf narrowed his eyes.

"Just say it." Jess said: "I also have an answer in my mind."

"Then let's say it together."

"Okay."

"Tiger."

The two spoke in unison. The dwarf looked at Jess in surprise and asked, "Where did you smell the smell of a tiger?"

Jess certainly couldn't say it was from the zoo. He just said: "Don't worry about it. But how can there be a tiger here?"

Gerred frowned and shone the lantern forward again.

After walking for a while, there was more and more blood on the ground. They were getting closer and closer to the corpse, which also meant they were getting closer and closer to the murderer.

When approaching the bottom of the ship, the lantern finally illuminated the owner of all that blood. A goblin was lying there, and his body had been torn apart so much that it was impossible to tell what it originally looked like.

"Is this Gazik?" Jess asked.

"I'm afraid not." Gerred said: "The clothes are different. This is the one who takes care of the goods."

"Who killed him?"

Gerred shone the lantern back and forth and found a strange iron cage not far away. It was obviously toppled over. The iron lock hanging on the overturned iron door seemed to have been violently dismantled. That strange smell was emitted from this cage.

"There." He pouted in the direction of the cage with his lips.

"Why is there such a thing on this ship?" When Jess saw the shape of this cage, he suddenly remembered the large object wrapped in cloth that he saw when he boarded the ship.

"Is it the one that several people carried onto the ship at the beginning?"

"Seems so." At this moment, several goblin sailors also arrived here. When they saw the broken cage, they had a painful expression as if they had eaten shit.

"Where is Gazik? Where is your first mate?" Jess asked.

"What are you yelling about? We are looking for him too!" A goblin sailor shouted.

At this time, a goblin wearing a black robe and a shawl came here. He took a look at the corpse not far away and then at the blood on the ground. Sighing, he said: "Quick, everyone go to the deck!"

"Yes, Captain Nirazu!"

Is this the legendary captain?

The sailors left the corridor one after another upon hearing the order. The captain looked at the remaining people and said: "This includes you too. Everyone, leave the cabin and gather on the deck immediately!"

A passenger hesitated and asked, "But what about the storm?"

"The storm is nothing compared to the trouble here. Damn it. Go up immediately if you still want to live!"

While roaring, the captain's eyes were always glancing at both sides of the cabin. His hand was always on the sword hilt pinned to his waist. It seemed that he was ready to fight something at any time.

"What exactly happened?" Jess asked.

"Go up first." The captain pointed to the entrance of the corridor and said. When they came to the deck, several goblin sailors were constantly counting the number of people below. Jess roughly calculated that there were probably a little over a hundred people here. Everyone wanted to get close to the mast or railing and hold on tightly. So many people huddled together like a large pile of wet bacon and sausages tied in strings.

Although the rain is heavy and the wind is strong, the captain is right. For this large ship, this storm is nothing. The occasional swaying of the ship is not enough to shake people into the sea.

The real problem is at the bottom of the ship, that is, the problem that caused the death of the goblin. But the captain stood on a high place listening to the goblins report the number of people. And Jess has noticed that several sailors have already picked up their guns.

Could it really be a tiger?

Is there a circus on the ship? The Darkmoon Faire?

Jess looked at the passengers around him. There didn't seem to be all kinds of strange races like the members of the Darkmoon Faire. Most of them were humans, with only a few dwarves and gnomes.

"Listen up, everyone." The captain suddenly shouted: "You are all guests who paid to take this ship. So in any case, the Reagents Group will ensure your safety. Now there is a small problem in our cargo hold. Don't worry, we will properly deal with this problem and then put you back in the cabin. Everyone bear with the rain a little bit and by the way, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sea storm. Not every ship can calmly watch such a scene. You are making a profit."

"We just want to know, what exactly is the problem?!" A male passenger angrily questioned.

"Please calm down, sir!" A goblin sailor shouted: "No matter what kind of problem, it is now within controllable range."

The controllable range of goblins is too large. Jess thought to himself. As long as not all the passengers on a goblin airship fall to their deaths and there is still one person left who can breathe, it is estimated that goblins will evaluate this as an accident within the controllable range.

"Is it so difficult to give us an answer?"

"We also lost a person, damn it!" Another goblin sailor shouted: "Now stay calm!"

"Shut up." The captain roared, then looked at the crowd and said: "I'm sorry. In order not to cause other problems, now we can only..."

"Tell us what's in that cage!" Gerred asked loudly.

Before the goblin captain could answer Gerred's question, a man suddenly roared wildly: "Cage?! The Baron of the Night has escaped! It's the Baron of the Night! It must be it! Damn it! I saw it a long time ago. It's in that cage!"

"What is the Baron of the Night? What is the Baron of the Night?"

"Please don't think wildly! Don't listen to rumors! Everything is under control!" The goblin captain shouted, but he couldn't stop the discussion at all.

There was a commotion all around. Jess secretly asked Gerred: "So what is this Baron of the Night?"

"I don't know either." Gerred said.

"It's a black panther." A nobleman next to him replied.

He wore a small hat with a brim to barely block the rain. Although his clothes were all soaked through, one could still tell that the material was expensive.

"I thought it was something." Gerred sneered and said: "Just a leopard. Later, watch me go down and skin it myself."

The nobleman looked at Gerred and said: "Wildhammer Clan?"

"Good. You can still tell." Gerred's tone was a bit raised.

The rain hit the brim of the nobleman's hat. He blinked and said: "Do you know the record of the Baron of the Night at Cape Stranglethorn? Your clansman, a Wildhammer gladiator. He killed three of them."

For gladiators at Cape Stranglethorn, the nobleman can only refer to one place - the Gurubashi Arena.

The Gurubashi Arena is the only place in the territory of the Stranglethorn trolls that is open to foreigners. It used to be a large arena within the Gurubashi Empire, a place specially provided for nobles to have fun. After the decline of the empire, those trolls sold part of the operation rights here to goblins. Since then, both entertainment items and audiences are no longer limited to trolls.

Slowly, more and more businesses are centered around the Gurubashi Arena. All kinds of related industries have emerged everywhere, including some small arenas.

Most importantly, gladiators have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. And their ultimate goal is to stand on the podium of the great Gurubashi Arena at Cape Stranglethorn and gain reputation and wealth.

"If that is really the Baron of the Night." The nobleman said: "In the enclosed cabin, there are goods, boxes, walls, rooms everywhere... That black panther is like a killing machine in an open field. Just think about how much power it can exert on this ship. Don't forget that when it was in Stranglethorn Vale, it was famous for its stealthy ambushes!"