My players are so fierce

Chapter 1012 1010. The Air Force is a lie by fishermen (laughing)

The port area of ​​Port Chardeau was severely damaged. The previous war caused it to withstand disasters such as flooding, bombing, freezing and burning. Although the port area has begun to be rebuilt under the efficient mobilization of the Steam Lords, The residents here obviously cannot move back immediately, and the damn Dagon fishmen used tide spells to destroy almost all the piers on the pier, so the ships docked here had to find another anchorage.

But this does not mean that there are no ships in this area.

In fact, outside the current port area of ​​Port Chardeau, a whole fleet of nearly thirty ships of various sizes is densely stationed, all of which are real warships.

Speaking of the ships used by the shipping industry in the world of Transia, the standard of ships is basically at the level of the early days of the Age of Discovery. For example, the pirate ships of the Blood Terror Fleet are basically the specifications of the Galen ships of the other world, and the bloody captain Pablo's flagship "Plunder" "" is larger, but it was also modified from a large merchant ship, and its firepower is inferior to that of a real military warship.

At this time, the warships anchored outside the Halfling Port can be distinguished from the warships of humans and vampires just by their appearance.

Its appearance is very gorgeous and spectacular, and its huge streamlined hull is dotted with many religious reliefs. Its most notable feature is that every ship, regardless of size, is surrounded by unique vines and has many features. Feature.

This makes these luxurious warships look less like they can fight, and more like works of art that are moving on the sea.

"I heard that the warships of the Elf Kingdom are all vehicles grown from special seeds. They rely on the druids' precise guidance and manipulation of trees to make these ships one-piece, making their sturdiness and durability fully maximized. , and the elven sailors can also communicate with their own ships by virtue of their innate natural perception. Anyway, those blood-fearing old sea dogs are full of disgust when they talk about this kind of elven warships.

They disdainfully call it a 'floating firewood pile on the sea'.

But to make them disgusted like this, it seems that the power of the Elf Kingdom's fleet should not be underestimated. "

On the pier of Chardo Port, the Demon Lord of Fire was carrying a small bucket and a fishing rod while following a group of players to the beach outside the port while looking at the elf fleet on the sea.

As a serious senior seaman, the Demonic Eight Masters are probably the members who know the most about ships among the players. The next goal of their elite guild, which specializes in warlocks and necromancers, is to expand their business areas. From land to sea, he plans to join the Blood Terror Fleet to complete his long-awaited business venture.

People have an advantage in this regard.

At least you don't get seasick and you know how to operate a sailing boat. This alone surpasses 90% of the guys who clamor to buy a boat and run a business but actually have no experience at sea.

"Those elves are very proud."

The "honorary leader" of this group of fishing guys who took a break from their busy schedule to enjoy the fun of fishing rods, the fully insured and semi-insured man curled his lips and said:

"They said they came to support the city, but except for the leader, the other soldiers did not get off the ship. Halflings had to use mechanical boats to send supplies, and the seven ships of the Blood Terror Fleet were driven to the north by these elves.

I heard on the forum that brothers from the Blue Wolf Army complained that they were chased all night before barely escaping.

It is said that this Amastasia fleet has a grudge against the Blood Terror pirates. Now the Blood Terror clan is a member of our Transia, so can we understand that these elves are also our enemies?

At least not friends! "

"Who knows?"

San Wudou, who is also a senior fisherman, is also carrying a small bucket and a homemade fishing rod. He is not very interested in the grudges between elves and pirates. He is looking around on the beach to find good fishing spots, and then A good place was soon discovered.

The location is secluded, and it is a small bay connected to the open sea. There is no ebb and flow, no direct sunlight, and the scenery is good. It is a good place for fishing.

All the fishermen immediately rushed over with smiles on their faces, and then discovered that this geomantic treasure land had already been climbed first.

Still a strange elf.

The guy was sitting on the halfling's pony, holding a parasol for himself. He was also wearing a very professional fishing decoration. He filled the adventurer's vest with various baits and equipment, and held an exquisite yew fish in his hand. There are several lively fish in the small bucket next to the rod.

The most risqué thing is that there is an elf lyre next to the fish bucket, and paired with his weird long blue hair, he looks like a literary youth from another world.

At this time, he was enjoying the sea breeze and enjoying fishing alone in the shade. The contentment on his face was extremely comfortable.

"Yo, man, that's a good harvest."

The fishermen are always sympathetic to each other. Although they were still discussing whether Transia and the Elf Kingdom were in hostile relations, it was rare to see a fellow alien, so they ran up to get close to him.

The elf who was staring at the fish float was startled.

However, when he saw the various fishing rods and professional equipment in the hands of this group of Transians, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and he spoke to his fellow fans in standard common language in a quite harmonious manner. call.

The two parties did not even ask each other's identities, but only used eye contact and smiles to dispel each other's vigilance. After all, how could there be bad people among people who like fishing?

"Come on, come on, let's get ready. Let's put our skills on the line today."

The Demon Lord of Fire tied bait to his fishing rod decorated with jackal skulls, held up his parasol, and said to the other brothers:

"We have to go out on patrol tonight to deal with those wandering jackals. It's just this afternoon. Whoever gets more harvest will win. The winner will invite others to go to Dongshan Residence for a meal after returning to Scarlet Castle."

"Ah? Why is the winner the treat?"

Sanwudou, who was quite confident in his fishing skills, said very dissatisfied:

"Shouldn't it be the loser who feels sorry for his wallet?"

"You don't understand this."

The full-hazard semi-trailer had already begun to throw out the first rod, letting the bait fall into the water below in a perfect arc. He sat on the homemade fishing harness and said in a long voice:

"For fishermen, the Air Force is already a terrible curse. How can they bear the secondary damage of breaking their wallets when they are sad? Of course, the guy who caught the big fish wants to treat him. By the way, I will give you a treat. Others showed off their superb fishing skills. Hey!

Got it! "

The old man cheered, raised the pole and reeled in the line. Under the stunned gazes of the others, he pulled a unique local colorful fish from the water within ten seconds of placing the bait.

It’s not big, so it’s not a perfect harvest, but it’s definitely a good start.

"Fuck, are you open?"

Several fishing guys around were suddenly a bit off guard, especially when Brother Ban Guo took the fish off, commented half on it, and then threw it back into the water on the grounds that the fish was too small and he wanted to protect the environment. inside.

"I still don't believe it!"

Sanwudou gritted his teeth, chose a good location, threw the pole, and began to wait patiently.

As a result, today I don’t know if I was possessed by an evil spirit. I couldn’t hold back the all-risk semi-hook as soon as it was opened. It was pulled up one after another. Not to mention that the players had some breaches of defense, even the elves who were fishing here at the beginning The fishermen were a little surprised.

His pair of azure eyes curiously watched the series of operations of Brother Hangui. After catching six fish in ten minutes, the elf finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran over and asked softly:

"Friend, what kind of bait did you use?"

"Hey, I met an expert. I can tell at a glance that this is a unique bait. It's much more powerful than those cheap baits."

Brother Han laughed, opened his bait bucket, picked up a handful of sticky gray stuff, and explained to the elf:

"This is a good thing that I specially made based on the characteristics of the fish around the port of Chardoux. When I was in Transia, I asked the old flywheel about the types of fish nearby, and then I made it with the priest of the Avalon Church. Understand the taste of these fish.

Look, there are mud earthworms and stink flower rhizomes in it, mixed with a little low-alcohol wine, and finally added wheat flour.

The combination of several flavors is a delicacy for the fish around Port Chardeau.

Oops, the ecology of this world is so interesting, even the fish have their own tastes, but I heard that there is a particularly rare type of calamari and heavy lobster near Port Chardeau. Several old people in the tavern claimed to have been here before. The mercenaries have been bragging about how rare those things are, saying that only the best fishermen in the world can catch them. Therefore, I took leave these few days and came here just to get those hidden fish species as specimens.

Do you want it?

I made a lot of them, so I’ll give you some. "

"Is this really okay?"

Seeing Brother Banzhao's enthusiasm, Elf said a little embarrassedly:

"Just listening to the ratio of your bait, I know that you must have put a lot of thought into it. This can be regarded as some kind of secret recipe. Will giving it to me like this cause trouble to you?"

"Oh, how can we who love fishing be so particular? Just take it, sharing is also a kind of happiness."

Brother Han laughed and used a small bucket to get some special bait for the elf fisherman. The latter thanked him profusely, and a few minutes later he took a piece of coral-like debris from his bucket and brought it back. Shared with Bro.

He explained in a gentle tone:

"Charlotte calamari and punch lobster are not so much seafood, but more similar to some kind of psychic creatures. If you want to catch these mysterious creatures, you have to use special materials as bait. These pearl corals are mine from the open sea. Hmm , a harvest along the way when running a boat.

Take it and use it. "

"This thing looks expensive, right?"

Brother Banzhao looked at the handful of pearl-like coral fragments in his hand and whispered:

"No, no, this is too expensive. I can't have it. Please tell me where I can find these things, and I'll just ask someone to make a trip."

“Take it, as you said, there’s not that much particularity among anglers.”

The elf's attitude was so firm that Brother Bangui could no longer refuse, so he simply moved his maza to the elf's side.

The two of them were talking and laughing, sharing interesting stories about fishing with each other. After hearing that Brother Bangui had fished in a dangerous environment where thorn beasts grew, even the young elf was amazed.

"Zhuo, we agreed to come fishing, why did we make friends?"

The Holy Lord complained harshly to Sanwu Dou beside him, and whispered:

"This guy is so cunning. He actually made the bait in advance. He was prepared. I can't do anything unexpected today. Just wait, I'll put a spell on the fish in the water to confuse the fish on their side." Lure him over."

"Hey! This is cheating, isn't it bad?"

Sanwudou and several other fishermen were a little entangled, but the Holy Lord was indeed an outstanding magician. He said in a hoarse and serious tone:

“For a duel between anglers, victory is everything. Unless you are willing to bear the shame of being a loser and endure the embarrassment of being laughed at as an air force, doing your best to win is the first rule of the anglers.

This is a war! Everyone.

In war, the end justifies the means."

After saying that, with the tacit approval of others, the Holy Lord quietly threw a charm into the sea water below the fishing point. The effect was immediate. The semi-trailer brother who had been catching fish just now had several shots in a row, while the Holy Lord The constant catch of fish here makes them noisy.

"Damn! You're playing dirty, right?"

Brother Han is also an old fisherman. He has never seen anything like this before. When he saw this situation, he immediately bared his teeth. Under the surprised gaze of the elf next to him, he took out a strange engineering gadget, wound it up, and threw it in. Into the water.

Under the curious gaze of his new elf friend, Brother Bangui explained in a low voice:

"That's an underwater fish lure I asked little Earl Sharon to make for me. It can emit special sound waves to gather the surrounding fish into this area. Don't look at me with that look, buddy, they were the ones who tricked me first. , and every fishing trip is a fisherman’s war.

I don't know about your war philosophy, but to me, this is a challenge that can't be lost! "

"Well, friends, you are a little too extreme."

The young elf grinned.

He wasn't angry, he just thought these Transians were so interesting.

I heard from travelers in the tribe that Transia is a barren land, and the people there will do anything to survive. Their natural aggressiveness makes them the most savage warriors on the continent. When I saw it today, this savagery I haven't seen it yet, but it is indeed as aggressive as the legend.

He stopped fishing and focused on watching the overt and covert fights between Brother Han and other fishermen.

Both sides used their methods, from confusion spells and fish lures to the God of Nature's life summons and the halfling's surface anesthetic. When the halfling took out a bundle of gunpowder sticks from his arms with gritted teeth, the elf fisherman felt that he I can't look at it like this anymore.

Depend on!

It is illegal to fry fish near Port Chardeau! And your behavior has gone beyond the scope of fishing guys!

"I've got a fish! A big fish, a real big fish, damn! Come and help! Come on! It's tugging on my line."

There was a sudden shout from San Wu Dou's side, startling the people around him.

They turned around and saw San Wu Dou grabbing the fishing rod with all his strength. The fishing rod made of branches blessed by the God of Nature had been bent into a very dangerous arc, and San Wu Dou himself tried his best to hold on to the fishing rod. I leaned back but still couldn't resist the pull of the big fish in the water.

San Wu Dou is the top shield T among players. He can't even withstand the one with full strength attribute. This scene looks like he has hooked a huge fish.

The Holy Master and several other fishermen immediately dropped their poles and ran to help. The two of them hugged Sanwu Dou's waist and pulled him back. The Holy Master kept throwing stun spells into the water, but the fish in the water It was also surprising that three of the four spells were exempted, which made the magician a little nervous.

Is the fish in Port Chardeau so awesome?

It also comes with spell resistance!

"This fish must be awesome. Come on, help me!"

The half-drifter brother didn't care about letting go of his anger at this moment. He grabbed the elf and ran to help. A group of people pulled with all their strength at the fishing point before they could pull the fish float up to the water. Judging from the shadow below, the The fish is as tall as a man.

"Awesome! Three to five fights, I would like to call you the strongest fisherman in Transia!"

The Holy Lord next to him didn't throw away the stun spell anymore. He simply took out a shotgun from his psychic bag and loaded it with gold bullets, preparing to use this "American net" to help catch this big fish.

"Don't mess with it, you! Don't damage such a good specimen."

Brother Ban Gua quickly stepped forward to stop the Holy Lord from firing. He turned to San Wu Dou and said:

"Jump down and knock it out! You may be able to break the player's fishing record today, and you may even have some hidden achievements."

"Hehe, it's all just luck. I can't compare to your brothers' skills. I'm just a bastard."

Sanwudou grinned, took off his coat and jumped into the sea below that was constantly splashing with water. After a few seconds, everyone heard a muffled sound under the water, and then the pulled fishing rod relaxed.

But it had been a long time since Sanwu Dou floated up, which made people a little worried. It wasn't until a few seconds later that a confused San Wu Dou came to the shore holding a strange "fish". Everyone, including the elf, all changed their expressions.

It's all because the big fish in Sanwu Dou's arms only has a colorful fish tail, and the upper body of her body is the image of a generous and wealthy woman.

This horse is an Atlantean!

Blanch!

The fishermen worked together to catch a mermaid. What a magical plot development this is!

"Quick, quick, throw it down! Throw it into the water!"

The Holy Lord covered his eyes and screamed:

"I heard that the shark is the tyrant of the Mist Sea. We are in trouble. Quick, throw her back into the water while she is unconscious. Let's run away quickly."

"Well, although we knocked her unconscious, her injuries have nothing to do with us."

Sanwudou glanced at the unconscious mermaid in his arms. The poor mermaid's tail was covered with some kind of wounds that Sanwudou felt very familiar with, especially the faint smell of decay from the wounds, which made him frown.

How come this looks so similar to the scars on those filthy gnolls?

The elite player felt that something was wrong, and he said:

"Quickly find a doctor! She is in a very bad condition."