Abyss Domination

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Under the twilight of the evening.

A figure stretched on the road for a long time, and Sauron shrouded the wide cloak and re-entered the once prosperous place.

Allendale’s prosperity is supported by trade and taxation.

As the port was blocked by the navy of the southern kingdom, Allendale’s trade was completely cut off, and many ordinary civilians lost their jobs in the port and had to find another way to make a living. A large amount of goods are piled up near the pub hotel. There are hundreds of merchant ships coming and going every day. Once they are completely blocked, many goods cannot be shipped out. Many places in the city are complaining, and merchants chasing profits will naturally not consider that much. They only hope that this war will end as soon as possible.

Sauron pushed the door of the pub.

In the evening, the weather changed, and it suddenly rained down. It took time to get to the summer, and the rainy season was coming.

Under the scouring of the rain, the snow will melt, and soon this cold country will have a greenery.

"Damn git!"

A drunken man raised his head and looked at Sauron, who had blown in the cold wind because he opened the door. He said: "Come on the door or I will throw you out."

Soren walked facelessly in front of him, then reached out and held his neck like a duck, and then the man who was more than two hundred pounds was easily lifted by him and thrown in. The smelly ditch outside the pub. The pub was finally quiet, others looked at Sauron with a stunned look, and some people who looked like adventurers looked at him playfully, seemingly guessing his career.

"A glass of fine rum."

Sauron shook his cloak and ordered a glass of the best rum. But instead of drinking it, it was placed opposite the seat.

He slammed his fingers and waited, and the others quickly turned back to pay attention and talked about other things.

It's just throwing out a drunkard whose mouth is not clean. No one cares too much about this kind of thing, and the side adventurers are very interested in Sauron.

It’s about thirty minutes later.

The pub's door was opened again. It was a cold man with a scar on his corner. He was about thirty years old. His sharp eyes glanced inside the pub and sat directly opposite Sauron.

"Your Mightiness."

The cold man handed a document from under the table. Then said: "This is what you want."

"Yeah." Sauron nodded gently.

Then he threw a diamond over. He pointed to the rum on the table and said, "Please, when did the thieves union start registering my information?"

The cold man’s expression was hesitant, but after touching Sauron’s line of sight, he immediately bowed his head and said: “October last year.”

“We collect any intelligence worthy of value, and you have always been our focus.”

Sauron nodded slightly and didn't have much expression.

He got up and stood up, glanced at the cold man in front of him, and immediately said: "There is time for your head to come and see me. I have something to talk to."

After that, he turned and walked into the heavy rain.

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The pier under the heavy rain seemed to be dead.

A lot of goods piled up in the mountains are placed near the warehouse. After the port is blocked, these goods cannot be shipped out. It is estimated that they can only be sold at low prices or remain for a short time. On the side of the pier is a low shack. Even the wealthy Allendale can't avoid a group of poor people. There are a lot of strong men sitting in the eaves under the roof, most of them are the hard work of the dock, relying on the power to support their families, now the terminal has no work. These people can only sit here idle.

Sauron, who is alone in the rain, looks a bit eye-catching.

People stared at him with curiosity and wanted to know what this person who looked like an adventurer was going to do.

Because the rain is too big, the patrolling guards are hiding from the rain. So under the night of black pressure, no one disturbed Sauron's work. He stepped to the edge of the pier and then stood in the sea. Soren pulled out a dagger that slightly reflected the pale golden light, and then cut a blood hole in his palm. A drop of blood fell into the sea, and when Sauron put his hand into the sea, a magical invisible spell spread out.

"What happened just over there?"

A boy who looked like a fifteen or sixteen year old shook his head and then blinked at the corner: "Have you seen it? It seems that a light has spread out!"

The answer to him was a shook head, and the others nearby did not seem to see anything.

"Is it wrong?" The boy's expression was a little frustrated, reaching out to buckle his own feet and staring at the sky.

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Deep water port.

On the sea surface dozens of kilometers from the port, a wave of waves suddenly appeared, and then the sea water separated to the left and right, and a black lacquered mast rushed out from the sea floor. The ghost sails open quickly, and the corpse of the Death Talker breaks through the waves. The undead undead begins to work. With the cold chill in the night, the fog spreads out in the nearby sea, and then the ghost ship is extremely fast. Speed ​​sailing in the direction of Allendale.

It feels the call of Sauron!

As a quasi-legendary level of life, the Death Talker has the ability to sail automatically.

Viper Island.

The once-destroyed base camp has been re-established ~www.novelmtl.com~ but apparently without the initial scale.

Now it is just a transit station, as a supply point for overseas routes.

Calm on the sea.

A huge black shadow gradually floated up. The first to be exposed to the sea was a sharp spur of the roots, followed by a piece of black lacquered scales. This huge marine monster came to the surface of the sea and stayed in place for a while, then it seemed to feel a certain summoning and swam towards the northern waters. Its huge body once again sneaked into the seabed, far beyond any warship. The speed advances at a high speed.

The owner is calling it!

Blood tells its owner's position, even if it is thousands of miles away, it can track the position.

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Aaron Dell's dock.

Sauron slowly retracted his palm, and the wound in his palm had healed. He stared at the sea under the night, then turned to look at the palace of Arundel, muttering: "It will take three more days." (To be continued.)