Chapter 129 Returnees
"Take us out of Lustria, and the Archon of Verezzo will reward you generously."
In the evening, on the northern coast of Lustria, a group of bloated humans stood on the shore, shouting loudly to a strange tentacle submarine that surfaced not far away.
In the control room of the "Black Kraken", the half-demonized dwarf hesitated.
The infected half of the dwarf's soul urged him to take these unusual guests with him.
Hackhardt was once one of Barak Heyman's most talented young engineers.
He has two competitors.
"Red Hair" Brock Gunnarsson is better in basic skills and creativity, while Grimm Iwami is only better in his wild imagination.
Hackhardt was a proud genius who coveted the title of Chief Engineer.
Unfortunately, Grimm eventually changed his career and became an apprentice to the naval commander.
But the only remaining "Red Hair" won the honor of being the leader of the project.
Hackhardt was the best designer! In just a few years, his torn self-esteem quickly rotted and collapsed. Out of extreme jealousy, Hackhardt attacked "Red Hair" with a steam-powered rivet gun.
He failed to kill Brock and was expelled for it.
To escape disgrace, Hackhardt broke free from the guards and, during the struggle, took refuge in his best submarine, which he had designed himself.
The Black Kraken was his creation after experiencing multiple nightmares during a fever.
Hackhart sailed northwards and eventually entered the chaotic sea, and has not returned until today.
The devil used both soft and hard tactics and asked Hackheart to bring seven swollen humans. Hackheart trembled all over and finally agreed to the devil's request.
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"Hunter" Aiden pinched his beard and accidentally pulled it out by the roots, splashing pus all over the floor.
The powerful warrior stared at the approaching ship with unaware concentration.
He had to leave Lustria and return to Tilia.
The jungle was too dangerous, and the lizard destroyed his legion. Only he and five of his personal guards escaped.
Aiden wanted to recall the battle, but no matter how hard he frowned and thought, he could not remember the details of the Battle of Kara Temple.
He only remembered that he was secretly commanding the entire army in the west camp, and his adjutant set up a siege in the central fortress and waited for the lizard to enter.
Aiden couldn't remember anything more. With lingering doubts, he looked at the warrior who had escaped with him.
They looked terrified.
Aiden vaguely remembered that he was frightened and fled to the west in panic.
The big mouth on his belly opened slightly, and Aiden sighed. The acid that came out with the stench dripped onto the bushes, and the plants withered instantly.
Aiden admitted that he had failed, and that the natives of Lustria had their merits, as they had incredibly powerful warriors.
He closed the three eyes in his head and scratched his shoulders with the hands behind him.
Aiden missed the warm little house in Verezzo. His wife should have prepared dinner by this time and was eating with his strong son.
He was a clumsy boy, but big enough that Aiden didn't want him to follow in his footsteps.
With the help of the complex network of relationships accumulated over the years, Aiden sought a knighthood for his son.
When Aiden returns home and the boy reaches adulthood, he will hand over the "Red Finger" to him.
By then, that kid could become a border prince, use the armed forces of the mercenary group, occupy a village, marry a wise wife, and eventually develop the village into a city-state.
The giant face behind Aiden outlined a smile, this failure made him tired of taking risks.
It was time to end it, to spend the rest of his life in Verezzo, to spend more time with his wife, to whom he had owed so much over the years.
The ships on the sea were getting closer. Aiden turned his head and looked at the six people beside him. These loyal soldiers seemed to be calmer.
Six people? Aiden frowned in thought, but forgot what he was questioning.
Everything works fine.
Aiden patted the cyst on the back of the guard's head. He seemed to be blind to the distortion and said softly, "
"Relax, we're going home."
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“We can’t go back.”
Lynch looked at Teclis in confusion. He didn't understand why the archmage would say this.
The Archmage smiled teasingly, successfully diverting the Lizardman's attention from his powerless body.
"Because we are already on the road to greatness."
"You fail to understand the mission you are shouldering, but you can already touch its greatness." There was a smile in Lynch's eyes, which was fleeting.
Lynch saw the great wizard's anxiety. The sad news from the south touched his heart, and the wizard was a little restless all day.
After a brief pause, Lynch spoke again.
"Once we have walked the path marked by the Ancient Saints, I will help you deal with those fallen fellows."
There is a convincing determination in the cold-blooded man's calm tone.
Tigris' smile paused, then bloomed more violently.
"I look forward to this adventure, which promises to be as great as Aenarion's journey around the world."
"Our battlefield is so vast, why bother about the so-called Siren Lord?" Lynch looked at the archmage meaningfully. He was not good at comforting, but Asur needed encouragement at this time.
Lynch knew Lord Kraken. He had read the story of Loxia countless times in his previous life.
This is a villain, a powerful pirate possessed by the strange power of the deep sea.
But he is only human.
Even the weakest demon was far beyond his reach.
Sword Master Hoth was roasting a jungle python outside the house. Lynch smelled the unpleasant fishy smell and felt a little nauseous.
Fortunately, the fishy smell was replaced by the fresh fragrance after a short while.
The archmage sat beside the stone bed, carving runes on the newly forged armor.
He continued Lynch's words without looking up.
“It is not a powerful pirate that is scary; what is scary are the interests he represents and the hyenas united by those interests.”
A black ark means a prosperous Druzy family, as well as countless soldiers who depend on the family and other nobles who are entangled in interests.
The slave trade of the Druzy was not limited to the internal area; they could sell slaves to any place that needed living creatures.
Lynch certainly knew this, he knew more than the Grand Master imagined.
For example, in Araby, the Sultans and Emirs there cannot do without the service of slaves.
The peninsula was prosperous, but also decadent.
The belief in foreign gods is mixed with secret submission to the devil.
Some Arabs worshipped the kings and gods of the desert, while others openly venerated demons in disguise.
This was a land that needed to be cleared, and Lynch had already thought of a battle plan, but he didn't have enough soldiers.
They are a force that Druzy can easily provoke.
Slaves and money can drive most hot-blooded people, although they are actually worthless and will only give the forces of chaos an opportunity to take advantage.
(End of this chapter)
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