Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

But if you don’t eat, you won’t eat for free!

Isn't this more interesting than listening to Teclis's thoughts?

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A week later, at noon, in the Isthmus of Lustria, at the Marauder Port, the tavern was bustling with people.

Asa wrapped his scarf tightly, but this could not dispel the chill in his heart.

Everyone knows it!

The terrifying Druchi pirate, a navigator's nightmare, has returned to the vast ocean.

The powerful dragon ship fleet of the high elves was defeated. The black islands on the sea and the Tower of God Bless the Evil Party, along the coastline of the New World, used ships to advertise their destructive hegemony!

The Arabis clasped their hands and prayed silently to the gods in the legendary palace deep in the desert.

Immortal Emperor, King of Kings!

“Sovereign Father of Falcons, save me, bring me safely back to the desert, and I will sacrifice my livestock to you.”

The last batch of adventurers who came to the new world have all lost contact, and there are fewer and fewer pirate ships sailing on the vast ocean. Mysterious cults of alien gods continue to come to the New World to preach, and rumors about demons are spreading.

People were talking about all the strange things that had happened recently, and panic swept through the crowd.

Asa heard someone mention Luther Harken in fear, the undead lord of Lustria.

Although there have been some bad rumors about the undead fleet on the Vampire Coast recently, they are undead pirates roaming the ocean after all.

Isn't Lord Kraken afraid of angering Luther Haken? He has sailed into the hunting grounds of vampire pirates!

Loud noises came from the docks, and the entire Reaver Port was boiling.

Vaguely, Asa heard the words Swordfish, Grudge of Salt Water, Queen of Tides and other words.

The Arabs hurried out of the tavern and almost bumped into several fierce followers of the God of the Mountains. They were barbarians from the Norse tribe in the glaciers of the far north.

Perhaps the great Immortal Emperor, Lord of the Sky, knows why they came to the Reaver Port in the New World.

Asan thought they preferred to go to Skogi, a port city that Norscans who came to the New World liked to join.

Perhaps they were also notorious pirates, so that the relatively orderly settlement was unwilling to accept their own people.

Asang nodded and bowed to the strong barbarians in a flattering manner, fearing that he would be noticed.

Pirates in small groups discussed with each other the mercenary army that had recently mysteriously disappeared in the rainforest, and frequently mentioned the warnings of the mysterious wizard.

Ah Sang knew about this rumor. He was on the busy dock of the Predator Port and watched the wizard's speech with everyone.

The coldness in his heart grew stronger, and Asan kept praying to the gods he believed in, the ancient king in the desert.

As a global trade merchant, no one knows better than him the real horror behind the rumors!

Just like Ulthuan, the legendary ancient sea drake sleeping in the sea gate of Lothern.

Assan once thought it was a rumor to scare pirates, until last year, when he went to Lothern to sell spices, he encountered a big wave.

He still remembers that sudden storm!

Back then, Asang was standing beside the boat and accidentally saw a thick giant claw flashing under the water.

The Arabi stepped into the dilapidated dock and looked up.

I saw pirate ships moored on the wide coast, as if fleeing for their lives, making way for visitors from afar.

Manann's Storm!

The pirates prayed to the God of the Sea one after another.

Ahsan had been to Sartusa, across the sea from Arabi...where the legend of the Saltwater Grudge was well known.

So he easily recognized the flag of the King of the Sea, which had become famous in the past ten years.

O great monarch!

Asang was trembling all over. As an ordinary merchant with a keen sense of smell, he had already sensed the approaching chaos and turmoil.

The daughter of Poseidon Manawi has arrived, and Lord Kraken is galloping across the vast ocean.

It’s unlikely that these legendary Dread Pirates gathered together to drink a glass of dark beer.

When the Swordfish docked, a Sartosa pirate held up a worn-out trumpet that sometimes didn't work and announced the Swordfish's needs.

Through intermittent words, Asang pieced together the will of Salt Water Resentment.

The mermaid captain of the Swordfish, inspired by the God of Poseidon, is going to the depths of the vast ocean to deal with a terrifying vampire pirate. They need new, strong and brave crew members.

Asang turned around and rushed to his residence, preparing to escape to the new world overnight.

Because the Tide Queen's target is Count Noctilus.

That is the terror in the depths of the ocean, the master of the Dread Fleet, the master of the Bloody Butcher.

Legend has it that sunken ships always disappear completely overnight, and they are all brought to the Ship Burial Cemetery by the Count's curse of the sea.

Burials at sea have been banned since rumors of a curse spread decades ago.

The sea lanes are gradually deserted, but Asan's ancestors can still see the spectacle of hundreds of boats competing against each other.

In Asan's generation, the prosperity of the ocean was like a lonely cargo ship on the sea, scared away by the shadow of the fearful fleet.

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In the southern part of the Isthmus of Lustria, the rat warlords from the old world hid in the shadows and trembled.

The Grin clan is one of the richest clans in the Underground Empire.

Under the orders of Cratchit Doomclaw, the member of the Council of Thirteen and the King of Decay, Tritus Dreadtail led an army of storm rats to Lustria.

The Rotten Mao clan that was supposed to be in contact with them disappeared overnight, and the Duya clan responsible for the supreme plan was also missing.

Tritus heard the secret whispers in the jungle, and it knew that there was a monster called the Scale of Destruction that was devouring ratmen everywhere.

As a warlord who rose through the ranks of the clan, Tritus had an extraordinary sense of danger.

Weiwei shuddered again, feeling something in his heart, and turned his head to look at his fellow travelers.

The gray prophet from the ruined Rat Demon City, Chuan Qiluo, is the most powerful spellcaster in the history of the underground empire... Although the history of the rat people is all about the warlords' self-promotion.

The two guys, who had their own secrets, looked at each other faintly, and then looked away in unison.

Tritus had heard of it, the Terror of Doom...or The Cataclysm Ch'anquillo.

This is not to describe the powerful mana of Gray Seer, but to praise the series of disasters it brings to enemies and friendly forces.

Tritus trembled again. It guessed, and it knew that the most dangerous tasks would always be assigned to it.

The King of Decay is also jealous of Tritus' unpredictable luck?

Tightening his glands, Weiwei secretly glanced at the world-famous broom star, his liver and gallbladder trembling.

This time may be bad, and the horned rat may be thinking about the luck of its fearful tail.

It swears that once there are signs of an enemy attack, it will definitely use all its strength to be the first to escape from the battlefield!

I have a plan. Chuanquillo's sinister tone interrupted Weiwei's reverie, making it even more uneasy.

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On the northern coast of Lustria, next to the ruins of the colony.

The Archmage looked uneasily into the depths of the vast ocean, and he vaguely saw a storm.

The voice of the goddess Lilith echoed in his ears. Teclis hesitated and looked back at Lynch who was playing with the corpse.

Lynch didn't care about the mage's nervousness. According to the fearful confession of the hot-blooded species, all the gold diggers north of the Moon City fled to the Kara Temple.