Mochi felt like he was straying from the normal player's path. As a casual landscape party, Moqi didn't dare to think about dominating Azeroth or making enemies with other factions, all he wanted was to explore all of Azeroth, well, it would be better to marry a blood elf girl as a wife, so that life would be complete......

In order to achieve this goal, Moqi also needs to be promoted to a higher level and have a stronger ability to protect himself. After all, beautiful places are often off the beaten track, and no one can tell what kind of dangers are hidden there.

Scouring the area around the docks further, after taking out several infected bears and wolves, Mochi and the elite fishmen found some boxes near the skeletons of suspected orc sailors. The contents of the box were exactly what they needed for artillery ammunition. The ammunition boxes have been left in the forest for a long time, and there are signs of dampness, and although more than a dozen boxes have been found one after another, it is still unknown how much ammunition will be used in the end.

However, checking the ammunition can be done slowly, and the first thing to do is to transport the ammunition and cannon back to Dawn Island, and after all four cannons have been disassembled and transported away, Moqi and Anvina follow.

One of the great things about being a fish-man is that you are a fast swimmer and can dive for long periods of time without breathing. Mochi enjoyed his swimming, occasionally competing with the average fish in the water to see who could swim faster, and the energetic Gollum joined in. Chasing the fish all the way, before they knew it, they were back on Dawn Island. Wait until he gets ashore. , Mo Qicai found that he was exhausted.

"I'm so tired if I accidentally swam overhead......" Mochi dragged his lead-filled legs onto the shore of the lake.

"Uncle, it's obviously because you're old, you see I'm not tired at all." Gollum said triumphantly.

It is really unscientific to be a "wild" fish man, obviously such a small guy, who swims such a long distance but does not get tired at all.

"Mr. Mochi, what do we do now?" Anvena asked.

Mochi pointed out four locations to the fishmen: "You move the cannon up those four hills, no, I need to rest, I'm too tired......"

……

In the evening. Command of the Forsaken.

The six Forsaken Air Force were already standing in the clearing, ready to go.

Today is a glorious day. Margot Briss, the Bat Keeper, replaced their bats with new saddle sheaths, and Shanna Twyne, Senior Apothecary of the Royal Apothecary, personally assembled the newly developed Plague Elixir Vial for them.

When Grand Executive Murtus handed over the pennant of the "Silver Pine Forest Safe Flight Team" to Squadron Leader Medellin, he was already in tears.

Grand Executive Officer Mortus said: "Today, our Sunseter squadron has achieved 1,200 days of safe flight, which is a great record. Arguably, this is not only the highest safe flight record in our Silver Pine Forest, but also the highest record in our entire Forsaken Air Force. The production of this record is inseparable from the hard work of every pilot and bombardier of the 'Sunset' squadron, and also inseparable from the careful supervision of the team leader Medellin...... As the head of the Forsaken Command, I am heartily proud and proud of you for achieving such an honor! ”

Amid the applause of all the officers and men of the commanders and fighters, the six flying officers and men put on their helmets and walked towards their flying bats with neat steps. In the afterglow of the setting sun, they look particularly handsome with Ray-Ban glasses. Medellín glanced at a picture of his wife in his purse and, of course, their two-year-old son, Mike, before boarding the plane. After today's mission is completed, he will be completely retired, and he will be able to accompany his wife and son every day in the future......

The bats lowered their bodies, and the pilots stepped on their respective bats one after another to start today's experimental bombing mission.

After confirming that the runway is unobstructed, the signalman will send the bats forward with a standard salute.

After the bat has reached a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, Medellín tightens the reins and the bat leaves the ground on its hind feet and slowly heads towards the sky.

Medellín looked at the sky in the distance, and it was a good day for a bombing mission with even winds, high visibility, and no signs of fog, rain and snow. After reaching a certain height, Medellín commanded the squadron to advance in a zigzag formation.

Today's superiors assigned Medellín the task of hitting at least twenty or more fish-men with plague bombs, but as a pilot who is about to retire, Medellín will not limit his demands on himself.

Today, he has set himself a goal of 100.

"Brothers, let's do a big job."

When he reached Dawn Island, he was the first to loosen the reins and swooped down.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere today, I can't find a target, where are all those fishmen hiding?" Medellín's partner, the bombardier Gus, said.

"Maybe it's hiding in the woods, let's go over there and have a look." As a veteran pilot, Medellin is well aware of the habit of these fish-men, who simply can't think of a better way to hide, by hiding under rocks and woods.

Medellin lowered his flight altitude so he could see the pine forest to determine the number of fishmen targeted, or at least to be able to use the plague bomb effectively.

As we walked through the pine forest, the afterglow of Medellín received a reflection from the pine forest.

"Huh? What is that? Medellin turned his head to glance at him—the cold, pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him.

"It's ......"

Boom –

Without giving Medellín time to react, the cannons hiding in the woods fired shells at Medellín.

With a violent shake, Medellín turned his head to find that the left wing of the Sunset One bat had been hit by a shell, and black smoke was rising.

"Damn it! What's going on? Where did this cannon come from? Medellin scolded angrily. Bombing the fishmen was a fairly simple job, and it was never dangerous. Medellín has always enjoyed his job, and watching the fish-men get away with their mistakes is the most fun part of his job. He never expected that on the last day of his retirement, what was waiting for him was not the fleeing fishmen, but the pitch-black muzzles.

"Damn! Who the hell is operating that cannon? Medellín squinted, trying to see the woods. After dodging two shells in a row, Medellín finally saw who was manipulating the battery. A man wearing a nightcap was sitting behind the scope of the fort, and when he saw Medellin looking over, the other party showed his teeth very arrogantly and smiled obscenely.

"It's a fish-man?"

Medellín couldn't believe his eyes. These fish-men never knew how to resist, but what happened today? Even operating a turret?

"Call Sunset Two, this is Sunset One, I'm in some trouble here, I need fire support! Complete. Said into the intercom.

"Sunset II has arrived, and we will go to you now...... Wait, what is this, oh my god......"

There was an explosion on the intercom, and before the other party's number was finished, the call was cut off by a noisy electric current.

Medellín continues to call machine three.

However, machine three did not answer at all.

Medellín is swallowed up by an unprecedented sense of fear, and he realizes that danger is coming, and wants to turn the bat and leave.

But the fishmen didn't give him this chance, and looking around, he was desperate to find that there were four batteries on the arc of the archipelago aimed at him at the same time.

"When did the fish-man become so powerful?"

Medellín didn't figure this out until the four shells focused on his bats one after the other.

……

The battle is over.

In the afterglow of hope, the fishmen stood in front of the fort and celebrated the victory.

And as the commander of this battle, Mo Qi sat on the shore of the lake without saying a word, looking at the direction of the setting sun from afar, as if thinking about something?

"Mr. Mochi, why are you a little unhappy that you have won the battle?" Avena asked softly.

"Hey......" Mochi sighed, and then said to Avena without looking back, "Have you ever heard that there is never a winner in a war, only a destroyer. ”

Avena shook her head. It seemed like a very philosophical statement, and as the daughter of the regent of Silvermoon City, he had never heard it at all, and Avena couldn't help but feel ashamed of her ignorance.

Mochi was silent and said no more.

Anvina couldn't say anything more. She is not a person who is good at comforting others, she can only sit with Mochi stupidly, and watch the sunset with her.

She would probably always understand the pain in Mochi's heart—the reputation of the Undercity had dropped by three hundred fucking amounts.