Chapter 119: The Dread Fleet and Visitors from the Old World
But it would be a waste if you don't eat it!
Isn't this more interesting than listening to Teclis's mumbling?
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At noon a week later, in the Isthmus of Lustria, in the Plunderer Port, the tavern was bustling with people.
Asa wrapped his scarf tightly around him, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.
Everyone knows it! The terrifying Druzy pirate, the nightmare of sailors, has returned to the Vast Ocean.
The powerful dragon ship fleet of the High Elves was defeated. The black islands in the sea, the towers of the blessed evil party, and the ships along the coastline of the New World proclaimed their destructive hegemony! The Arabs clenched their hands and prayed silently to the legendary gods in the magnificent palace deep in the desert.
"Immortal Emperor, King of Kings!"
"Supreme Father of Falcons, save me, bring me safely back to the desert, and I will offer you my livestock."
The last batch of adventurers who came to the New World have all lost contact, and the number of pirate ships sailing on the vast ocean is decreasing. Mysterious cults of foreign gods continue to come to the New World to preach, and rumors about demons are spreading.
People were talking about the strange things that had happened recently, and panic swept the crowd.
Asa heard someone speak of Luther Harkon, the undead lord of Lustria, with fear.
Although there have been some bad rumors about the Undead Fleet of the Vampire Coast recently, they are, after all, undead pirates that roam the oceans.
Isn't Lord Kraken afraid of angering Luther Harken? He has already sailed into the hunting grounds of the vampire pirates! A loud noise came from the dock, and the entire Plunder Harbor was boiling.
Faintly, Asa heard words like "Swordfish", "Saltwater Grudge", and "Queen of Tides".
The Arabis hurried out of the tavern and almost bumped into several fierce followers of the God of Mountains, who were barbarians from the Norse tribe in the far northern glaciers.
Perhaps the great Immortal Emperor, Lord of the Skies, knew why they had come to the Reaverport in the New World.
Asan thought they would prefer to go to Skogey, as all the Norsemen who came to the New World liked to join that port city.
Perhaps they were also notorious pirates, so that the relatively orderly settlement was unwilling to accept their own kind.
Asan bowed and nodded to the strong barbarians in a flattering manner, fearing that they would be targeted.
Groups of pirates discussed with each other the mercenary corps that had recently disappeared inexplicably in the rainforest, and frequently mentioned the warnings of the mysterious wizard.
Asan knew about this rumor. He had been at the busy dock in Plunder Port and watched the wizard's mysterious speech with everyone else.
The chill in his heart grew even stronger, and Asan kept praying to the god he believed in, the ancient king of the desert.
As a global trader, no one knows better than him the true horror behind the rumors! For example, in Ulthuan, there is an ancient sea dragon beast that is said to be sleeping in the gate of Lothern.
Assan had thought it was just gossip to scare pirates, until last year, when he encountered a huge wave while traveling to Lothern to sell spices.
He still remembers the sudden raging waves! At that time, Asan was standing by the boat and accidentally saw a huge and thick claw flash by underwater.
The Arabs stepped onto the dilapidated dock and looked around.
On the wide coast, the pirate ships anchored there seemed to be fleeing for their lives, making way for the visitors from afar.
"The Storm of Mannan!"
The pirates prayed to the god of the sea one after another.
Asan had been to Sartosa, across the sea from Arabi…the legend of the Saltwater Grudge was well known there.
So he easily recognized the flag of the king of the sea that had become famous in the past decade.
"Great monarch!"
Asan was trembling all over. As an ordinary trader with a keen sense of smell, he had already sensed the approaching chaos and turmoil.
The daughter of Manawe, the god of the sea, came, and Lord Kraken also galloped across the vast ocean.
It's unlikely that these legendary horror pirates gathered together just to drink a glass of dark beer together.
When the Swordfish docked, a Sartosa pirate held up an old, intermittent trumpet and announced the Swordfish's needs.
Through the fragmentary words, Asan pieced together the will of Saltwater Grudge.
The mermaid captain of the Swordfish, under the inspiration 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.
Asan turned around and rushed to his residence, ready to escape from the new world overnight.
Because the Tide Queen's target is Count Noctis.
That is the terror of the deep ocean, the master of the Dread Fleet, the ruler of the Bloody Butcher.
According to legend, the sunken ships always disappear completely overnight, and they are all brought to the "Ship Graveyard" by the Earl's sea curse.
Burials at sea have been banned since rumors of the curse spread decades ago.
The sea routes have gradually become deserted, but Asan’s ancestors could still see the amazing sight of hundreds of boats competing in the current.
By Asan's generation, the prosperity of the ocean was like a lonely cargo ship on the sea, scared away by the shadow of the Dread Fleet.
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Southern across the Isthmus of Lustria, the Skaven warlords of the Old World tremble in the shadows.
The Grin Clan is one of the wealthiest clans in the Underground Empire.
Under the orders of Cruach Doomclaw, the Lord of Decay and a member of the Council of Thirteen, Trists Feartail led a legion of storm rats to Lustria.
The Rotten Fur Clan that was supposed to join them disappeared overnight, and the One-Tooth Clan in charge of the Supreme Plan was also nowhere to be seen.
Traits heard the whispers in the jungle and knew that there was a monster called "Scale of Destruction" that was devouring ratmen everywhere.
As a warlord who rose through the ranks from a clan rat, Trites has an extraordinary sense of danger.
Weiwei shuddered again, feeling something in his heart, and turned his head to look at his companions.
The Gray Prophet from the abandoned Rat City, Chuan Kui Luo, is the most powerful spellcaster in the history of the underground empire... although the history of the ratmen is all about the warlords' self-praise.
The two guys, each with their own ulterior motives, stared at each other quietly, and then looked away at the same time.
Traits had heard of it, "The Greatest Doom"... or "The Great Disaster" Tsanquilo.
This is not to describe the powerful magic of the Gray Seer, but to praise the series of disasters it brings to enemies and friends.
Cui Tesi trembled again. It guessed it. It knew that the most dangerous tasks would always be assigned to it.
Is the King of Decay also jealous of Trites' unpredictable luck?
Tightening his glands, Weiwei secretly glanced at the world-famous jinx, and his heart trembled with fear.
This time it might be very dangerous, and the big horned rat might be thinking about Weiwei's luck.
It swore that if there was any sign of an enemy attack, it would do its best to be the first to escape from the battlefield! "I have a plan." Chuan Kui Luo's sinister tone interrupted Weiwei's reverie and made it even more uneasy.
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On the northern coast of Lustria, next to the ruins of the colony.
The great wizard 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 fiddling with the corpse.
Lynch didn't care about the wizard's nervousness. According to the hot-blooded people's terrified confession, the gold diggers north of the Moon City all fled to the Temple of Kara.
(End of this chapter)
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