"Your Highness, why don't these Rakshasa people and orcs retreat back to their hometowns? Why do they have to come and wreak havoc on this godforsaken place? There's nothing but sand here, and even the few shepherds here are poor wretches!"

"Perhaps it's revenge for the sea creatures flooding Lai City, or perhaps... it's because they received guidance from a master!"

"Expert guidance? Guiding them to their deaths?" Cui Yunshan scratched his head, unable to understand.

Qin Mo naturally wouldn't explain to him that the Red Sea lies to the west of the desert, and the land routes to the Persian region have been cut off by Alsace guerrillas. This year, the Great Xia's support for the Temple traveled through the Red Sea and then across the desert to reach Alexandria.

The current guerrilla warfare shows that the Rakshasa are not the same kind of reckless orcs. If they figure things out and cut off the Red Sea, the sea-land route between the east and west, then the Western Continent and the Great Xia will be completely cut off.

At least that's what they think!

"Hmph! If you're just here to take revenge on the sea creatures, that's fine. But if you want to seize control of the Red Sea, I guarantee I'll make you so angry you'll vomit blood!"

Qin Mo thought of his ocean-going fleet that sailed directly to the Western Continent, and a sinister smile crept into his heart. The Temple wanted to increase taxes on him, and Arthas wanted to sever the connection between East and West. When the Great Xia fleet appeared directly in London, he wondered what they would think.

Amanda was feeling very confused. After parting ways with Qin Mo in Singapore with the VIP's ocean voyage, she hadn't seen land for a month. When she finally saw land again, she had already arrived in New Geelong (Cape Town).

The fleet rested for a few days, leaving the unwell crew members in New Keelung to replenish their fresh water and food before setting sail again. Then, for nearly a month, they did not see any land.

After a month of confusion, Amanda finally arrived at the familiar Madeira Sea. The massive fleet turned west, and on the third day, Amanda saw a large island with the flag of the vampire prince Dracula flying on it.