The Garrison of Warcraft - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Captain Sanders’ Hidden Treasure

Over a thousand Kobolds in the vast yet scarcely populated Westfall could be considered a massive army. Fortunately, it was an army of Kobolds instead of Humans. An army of over a thousand Humans was enough to set up an independent and influential regime.

Sean took the lead and was the first to charge into the Gold Coast.

With the domesticated board clad in Steel Battleplate, she charged ahead like an armored tank, bulldozing dozens of Murlocs. Riding the boar, Sean blasted a Grimscale Oracle to pieces with some long-prepared Arcane Missiles.

Sean then squeezed the boar’s belly with his legs, prompting the domesticated boar to cross the battlefield into the boundless ocean without regard for the incoming Murlocs from both sides.

Yes, Sean did not intend to participate in the war between the Kobolds and Murlocs. His true purpose was to traverse the boundless ocean towards an island less than a kilometer off from the Gold Coast. There, on that island, was something Sean desired to possess.

It was…

Captain Sanders’ Hidden Treasure!

Captain Sanders was a famous seafarer and owned a sturdy merchant vessel. He had once sailed the entire Eastern Kingdoms, traded with the Booty Bay Goblins, and spoke freely with socialites in Southshore about his grand plans for future sea navigation.

Unfortunately during one of his voyages, his vessel came too close to the Gold Coast in Westfall, and he was buried under the boundless sea.

It was said that Captain Sanders left behind a large sum of treasure but no one was able to unearth it. Although Captain Sanders did leave clues to the treasure, these clues were quite hidden.

In the game, it took a series of quests to reach the island in order to find a chest. Inside the chest was a silver bar, a gem pouch, a belt, and a shirt. This was the treasure of Captain Sanders.

That was in the game though.

Sean refused to believe that that was all the treasure left behind by a famous seafarer.

He was more inclined to believe that within the treasure were other more valuable items.

Hence, his presence on the island.

Because he knew the hidden treasure’s location, Sean omitted the whole tedious journey of discovery and swam straight to the island bearing the treasure.

Oh, it was not Sean who was swimming but the domesticated boar…

Indeed, the domesticated boar knew how to swim and was highly skilled at it too…

Once they stepped foot onto the island, Sean began to look around and was able to locate the chest.

Although the chest was locked, Sean did not intend to open the lock conventionally. With a swing of his hammer, the lock was smashed open.

Sean pushed open the chest and found his prediction to be right on the money.

Yes, instead of a silver bar, there were 10 gold bars. The gem pouch was filled with gems, while the belt and shirt were so torn, they could not be worn…

Apart from these, there was also a ring shimmering in blue!

Holding up the ring, Sean let out a satisfied smile.

[Captain Sanders’ Returned Band, Blue Quality, Rare Equipment. Strength +5, Stamina +8]

[Not only did Captain Sanders require a sturdy vessel for his long voyage, great Strength and persistent Stamina were also vital. Put it on, treasure it, and forever believe that Captain Sanders will return.]

Sean was not convinced that a Human dead for god-knows how long was capable of returning to this world.

Even if he were to make his way back to this world, the ring no longer belonged to him, but to Sean.

Sean looted the chest contents clean. He wore the ring on the pinky of his left hand and together with his Mage Saint’s Ring on his right hand, they made a pair. He then got onto the boar to return to the Gold Coast.

On the Gold Coast, the battle had grown fierce.

As the two of the largest sentient species in Azeroth, the number of Kobolds and Murlocs that participated in the battle had reached a certain magnitude.

Especially the Murlocs.

There were at least several thousand Murlocs on the Gold Coast, and though the majority of the Murlocs had failed to race and join the battle, due to the Gold Coast stretching over several hundred kilometers, the Murlocs that were in battle still numbered no less than two thousand.

The Kobolds did not fare well against the Murlocs in terms of combat effectiveness. Moreover, the Murlocs had the home-field advantage. Nevertheless, the Kobolds had attempted an ambush! It was an ambush!

With the first round of attacks, the Kobolds had taken at least three hundred Murloc lives.

What came next was a never-ending brawl.

Real war was different from a fight between children. Whether in numbers or in battle intensity, they were completely different.

This was a bloodbath. With each strike, a life was ended. It was cruel and sad.

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

It was an exchange of Fireballs and Frostbolts between the Kobold Shamans, Murloc Oracles, and Murloc Seers. When one party cast a Frostbolt, the other blocked with a Fireball, and vice versa. It looked like a friendly game between them.

Sometimes they were so engaged, they forgot to watch their backs.

Regardless how powerful a Murloc Seer was, when a Kobold Warrior came up behind them with a sword or axe, it was completely defenseless.

It was an interchange of weapons among the Kobold Warriors and Murloc Warriors. Hammers and axes clashed, while knives and swords flashed through the air. These weapons, as well as various others made from scrap metal, formed a horrendous symphony.

The Casters would often offer special care with their spells, causing chaos throughout the battlefield.

The battle finally came to an end two hours later. As expected, the Kobolds had failed in their ambush attempt and were almost completely wiped out by the Murlocs. Due to the declining effect of the Kobold War Horn, the remaining few began to scatter out of fear after the initial frenzy wore off.

Meanwhile, the experienced and astute Old Gryan had led the hundred and fifty armed soldiers under him to lay in wait along the path the Kobolds would eventually retreat down.

Individual combat effectiveness was not important for a Commander. What was needed was the ability to boost army morale and command in battle.

As an experienced Commander, Old Gryan knew this.

“In the name of Knights of the Silver Hand’s Captain! In the name of Sentinel Hill’s Marshal! In the name of the People’s Militia’s Commander! In the name of Gryan Stoutmantle! Vanquish the Murlocs!”

Equipped with golden shimmering Lightforge Armor, holding a silver shimmering Truesilver Champion, and riding a golden shimmering War Horse, Old Gryan emitted a shimmering light as he placed various blessings on his soldiers.

Blessing Ritual!

Blessing of Kings!

Enveloped by various blessings, the fearless and robust hundred and fifty soldiers charged towards the fleeing Kobolds.

These people yelled their names, their father’s names, their father’s father’s names, and even the names of their wives and loved ones at the top of their lungs. These names granted them strength, granted them the courage to charge ahead, granted them the hope for victory.

The hundred and fifty soldiers, under the leadership and blessings of Gryan Stoutmantle, pounced like a pack of hungry wolves towards the sheep-like Kobolds.

The Kobolds were completely finished off in a few breaths!

Gryan Stoutmantle swung the Truesilver Champion in his arm and shouted, “Don’t stop! Don’t cling onto the junk of the Kobolds! Don’t remain here! Pursue the Murlocs! As long as they are around, they will forever be a threat to Westfall!”

Old Gryan had built up prestige with these people. The soldiers listened to his every word.

With blood-shot eyes, the hundred and fifty soldiers bravely invaded the Gold Coast.