infinite blood core

Chapter 255 Orc Riot (Repair)

In the tavern, San Dao has already left.

Hei Lung and the others gathered together, each with an ugly face.

The first officer said in a low voice, "Captain, why didn't you take down this arrogant guy?"

"From beginning to end, he didn't even report his name! He clearly looked down on us."

"It's okay to look down on me, he's just a black iron, and he doesn't care about you, boss!"

"We can take him on the spot, and we can threaten those guys. Even if we can't beat them, it's a big deal and we'll just walk away."

"The speed of the pirate ship of Big Claw is simply not as fast as us!"

"Our ship is still sailing!"

"Let the boatman repair it urgently, and it can fully support the next island."

Hei Lung's face instantly turned gloomy, he stretched out his hand and directly pinched the first officer's cheek.

Hei Lung said coldly, "Do you have any brains?"

"It's not me, it's you!"

"You were restrained in one move, you are still a black iron!"

"And, what stupid thing did you just say?"

"Why do we come to rest? Pirates are rampant now, what if our ship is in this state, what if we encounter pirates again?"

"At that time, even if you die in battle, our goods will be robbed, and even your life will be lost. What's the use?"

"Old, boss, I was wrong, wrong." The first mate quickly apologized.

"Humph!" Hei Lung let go of his hand resentfully.

The first mate caressed his cheek, frightened.

His cheeks were completely numb and unconscious.

He even felt that his gums were being pinched loose.

Captain Black Lung looked at the door of the tavern, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Who do you think they are?"

"They're arms smugglers!"

The first mate and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Hei Lung sneered: "Use your poor brains to think about it."

"How come a group of people suddenly popped up and can repel Rouzang?"

"They have a lot of alchemy crossbows and muskets in their hands. These things are rechargeable and can be used by ordinary people. Just one or two, they have hundreds of them!"

"There's even an alchemy cannon! Gold-level. Their strongest is silver-level, can they use such a battlefield weapon?"

"Obviously, they want to secretly transport these arms to the wild continent. As a result, their secret stronghold, Stone Egg Island, was taken over by the pirate group of big claws who were hiding in meat."

"Oh, they are exposed, and they can only shoot!"

"What kind of mercenary group just formed, ghosts believe!"

The crime of arms trafficking is very serious.

Alchemy crossbows, alchemical muskets, and especially the rechargeable models, are controlled by the Empire.

Not to mention the gold-level artillery that can blast down the city walls.

The black lung slave traders, at most, plundered the small villages of orcs, robbed the population, and acted as slave trade.

The slave trade was allowed, and they were doing serious business.

But arms smuggling is different.

It's a crime!

Arms smugglers are a group of desperadoes with backers behind them.

Without a backer, how can we get arms, and how can we sell them?
The water here is very deep, and the black lungs can't grasp it consciously.

He glanced at the pub and sighed: "Let's go, go back to the boat and sleep tonight."

After a pause, he added: "Keep me on guard."

After the group left, the pub became lively again.

The goblins were taken away, the small stage was quickly wiped clean by the bartender, the music was played, and the dancers took the stage again.

The drinkers watched a big play, and the chat was even more excited.

The silver warlock Demon Horror, who was pretending to be an ordinary person, sat in the position of the former first officer at some point.

"This black iron level is also a bit interesting."

On the surface, he was drinking, but in fact, he was restraining the life breath of the three swords.

Soon he got up and left.

"Breathe, still a little..."

Night shrouded the town, and the terror headed to the pier.

Of the ships docked at the dock, five belonged to the survivors and three belonged to the Black Lungs.

The devil stared at the survivor's ship from a distance, and found that the security on it was weak.Although there are many sailors on duty, after the hard training during the day, they are in a very sluggish state, and they can't wait to fall asleep.

The devil was hiding in the corner, and he was about to sneak in when he suddenly stopped.

He stared at the perched seabirds on the ship, and gradually, his face became suspicious.

"Alchemy puppet?"

"Hmph, this group of people has quite a few types of weapons."

The fear did not give up, and he quickly turned his attention to the black-lung boat.

The black-lung ship also had sailors looking out for the wind, manned on deck, bow and stern, and lookouts on the masts.

High security.

Mo Fear observed it carefully for a moment, sneered, and sneaked in silently.

On a ship, he found the chief mate fairly well.

Because he had a close encounter with the three knives, he still had some of the latter's life breath.

"Not a good start..."

The devil is afraid of some trouble.

The first mate was humiliated because he was easily restrained by three swords, and was punished by black lungs, and made him responsible for the vigilance tonight.

He is a black iron, resentful in his heart, his eyes are bright, he is fully alert, and he moves around often.

And although the magic terror is a silver-level warlock, but many methods can not be used.After all, most spells are fluctuating and they will leak their breath.

"You have to hurry up. After a long time, the breath of the black iron swordsman will dissipate."

Mo Fear thought about it for a while, and a plan emerged in his mind.

He quietly left the mate and walked down the escalator into the boat.Neither the first officer nor the sailors patrolling along the way found a trace of him.

He entered the cabin and saw many unconscious orcs.

These orcs were stunned by the medicine and fell into a stupor.Only a few people woke up, shrunken in chains and strictly guarded.

This group of people is going to rush to the market after dawn to sell on the street.

Mo Fear glanced at these people and chose to give up.

These people are all old, weak, sick and disabled, and some are even dying. Otherwise, they would not be eagerly sold by black lungs.

The Demon Horror entered the depths of the cabin and selected a target.

He took out a perfume bottle and uncorked it.

A wisp of smoky smoke quickly dissipated in the cabin.

The orc captives soon lost their eyelids and became conscious.

The terror disappeared quietly, and went to several other cabins to diffuse the aroma.

Originally these orcs passed out, but because of the aroma, they regained consciousness.

Black Lung and others are very confident in the drug, and in order to guard against the survivors, most sailors are deployed to the deck and other places, which greatly weakens the garrison in the depths of the cabin.

Coupled with the cooperation of the devil and terror, the orcs woke up smoothly and gathered together in secret.

"Our village is ruined!"

"Woooooo... Dad, he died and was killed by this group of devils."

"Vengeance, kill them all!"

Orcs share the same hatred.

But the upper echelons were not carried away by the hatred.

"We were able to wake up because they were negligent. We must seize this opportunity, we don't have a second chance!"

"We will not be the opponents of this group of demons! The medicinal properties of my body are still there, and my strength is less than half."

"We are defenseless!"

"Even if they die, they can't make it easier for them!!"

An orc elder looked at a young orc: "Young patriarch, although the tribe is destroyed, it has not perished."

"We'll start a riot and make a way out for you."

The young patriarch shook his head with a firm attitude: "I won't give up on you, I'll die together!"

"No. You can't die, you should live." The elder held the young patriarch's shoulder.

"Even if we riot, they won't kill us."

"Because we are all their goods, and they caught us alive just to sell us as slaves."

"As long as you survive, young patriarch, gather your strength outside, and after your strength grows, you will rescue us and let the tribe rise again!"

The young patriarch did not listen to the persuasion: "I will never be a deserter!"

The elder was about to speak when suddenly there were shouts of sailors.

They found the depths of the cabin, and there was no response from their own people. They have gathered a group of people and rushed down.

"Come on, these orcs are awake!"

The orc elder sighed: "It's too late."

"rush!"

"Let's go out together." The young patriarch took the lead and charged first.

The cabin suddenly became lively.

The orcs were entangled in one place and fought with the human sailors.

The orcs were united, and hatred brought morale to its peak, regardless of life or death.

Although the sailors were numerous, they could not spread their strength in the narrow hull.Their equipment is not very sophisticated, at most leather armor and machetes.

For a time, the two sides started a close battle on the hull. Everyone was crowded and rubbed shoulders. The scene fell into chaos and stalemate.

"What's the matter?" The first officer came to the stairs, but did not rush down.

The subordinates reported that it was the orcs rioting.

The mate was startled.

"They all gave them medicine, how could they wake up?"

Slave traders were very confident in their potions, otherwise they would not have recruited manpower and sent them to ships.

"There's something weird in here!"

The first mate thought of the survivors first.

"Are they really going to attack us?"

"Before, I was obviously dissatisfied with our offer. If you can grab slaves, why buy them?"

"These goddamn outlaws!!"

So the first mate stopped on the deck and did not dare to go down.

He was afraid that the riots were caused by the survivors. If so, then there must be a master lurking below, setting up traps, and waiting for him to fall into the trap.

"Ask the captain for help!" the mate told his subordinates.

The subordinates went and returned, bringing news of black lungs: the captain scolded the first mate, why didn't he act?He ordered the chief mate to go down and suppress the riot.

The first officer hurriedly looked at the flagship, and found that the black lung was standing on the side of the ship, looking at himself indifferently, with a very strong warning.

"Damn it!" The mate suddenly understood that Black Lung had the same worries as himself.

Black Lung wants the first mate to charge into the front, and any traps and plans can be detonated.

The first officer could only bite the bullet and rush down.

He is a black iron level, and he immediately suppressed the scene.

Mo Fear quietly pulled away. In the chaos just now, there was a crowd of people. He approached the chief officer and easily absorbed the breath of the three knives.

He achieved his original purpose, and he hesitated again when he left.

Because he found that the first mate was fighting with the orc's young patriarch and fell into a stalemate.

The orc young patriarch is also a black iron rank, but there are still medicinal effects on his body, and his strength can't play one-third of the original.

But the first officer had to be alert to possible traps, and most of his thoughts were not on the young patriarch, which led to such a battle situation.

"Perhaps, I can do more." After discovering this scene, the devil chose to stay and help the orcs.

Under his secret spell, the orc elder suddenly discovered a force that radiated from his body.

At this moment, he seems to have regained his youthful peak physical fitness.

The orc elder did not help the young patriarch, but tried his best to break open the hull with a little fighting spirit.

"Young patriarch, go this way!" he roared, rushing up and taking the chief mate's attack for the young patriarch.

"Elder?!" The young patriarch still wanted to fight.

"Let's go!!" The orc elder was extremely anxious.

"Let's go, let's go!" Many orcs hugged the young patriarch and dragged him to the back.

The young patriarch was seriously injured and did not have much strength. Although he struggled with all his strength, he was still dragged away by the orcs of the same clan, and escaped through the hole in the hull.

"Go, go over there!" As a silver warlock, Mo Fear is best at chaotic minds.

At this moment, he is lurking in the darkness, quietly influencing the decisions of the orcs.

The orcs rushed to the survivors' ships in a panic.

The devil just wants to use them to attack the defenses of the survivors, so that the latter can expose more trump cards.

After that, it would be even better if it could spark a conflict between the Black Lung gang and the survivors!
(End of this chapter)