"There is a place near Rosalin called Pirate Bay, which was originally a pirate lair in the Wagtail Strait, but we cleaned it up and converted it into a secret dock, where there is a secret passage connected to Rosalin, which was left by smugglers who colluded with the pirates."

Unlike Instalon's sword, Tagus is a steady and pragmatic man, and now that he has a plan in place with his partner, he will not make any more troubles. He took Brando and Phoenix Fire to his reception room, ordered his men to bring out a map of the Wagtail Strait and the vicinity of Rosalin, and simply told Brando the location of the Cipher Pier near Madara.

In the dim light, Brando could see where the one-eyed dragon general had marked on the rough map - the undead didn't need light, and the dusty oil lamp that he didn't know where to find it was just for his convenience and the phoenix.

"I don't need any secret passages, I just need to know the location," he replied, "and how many boats are there?" ”

"Three, all two-masted medium-sized sailing ships."

"Are there sailors on board?"

"There are a few, but they are all undead, and we usually disguise ourselves as pirates when we go to sea."

"Maybe it's better for you to disguise yourself as a ghost ship."

"Good idea," the soul fire in Instalon's eyes lit up slightly, as if he didn't hear Brando's sarcastic tone, but he then shook his head in frustration and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "It's a pity that Your Majesty won't lend us Salva's ghost army, and those things are now under the control of the woman Alvet." ”

"The Banshee King?"

"It's her, the woman who betrayed the Dark Lords." He didn't seem to intend to talk much on the subject, shook his head and kept his mouth shut.

But Brando knew that the dark nobles west of the Sea of the Dead Moon had always believed that Alvette had thrown herself under the command of the Mercury Staff before the High of Madara showed her displeasure with the Dark Lord, showing the woman's deep scheming and duplicity.

In fact, the root of the problem lies in Alvet's betrayal of the dark lords of the south, which has given these undead lords a certain sense of crisis. Although they were the first followers of the Mercury Staff, they were also the opposite of the Most High in the struggle between the supreme centralization and the locality.

With such a stance, it is impossible for these dark nobles to pretend to the Banshee King who plays the loyal dog of His Majesty the Emperor, and Instaron, who has the same origin and position, is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

As a member of the vampire family that is closer to His Majesty the Emperor. Tagus is much more rational, but this may have something to do with his calm personality, and he is silent about the complaints of his companions.

Just looked up and glanced at the latter.

Phoenix Huo stood silently behind Brando, watching quietly, as if she wanted to memorize every detail of this Nine Phoenix's opponent in order to complete her understanding of this dark realm.

"What are you going to do with this stronghold next, I'm going to find two people next." Brando glanced around left and right. Asked the two.

"There is no need to deal with it, the undead don't need food, after we leave, no one will leave here, and it will remain as it is until His Majesty appoints a new person in charge to arrive here." Tagus replied with a glance at the skeletons standing guard around him.

Brando was noncommittal, but he still felt a little sigh in his heart about the natural superiority of the undead in some aspects. There is no morale, little need for food, no need for excretion and rest other than necromancers, and humans are no match for the undead in these respects.

The good thing is that they also have disadvantages. First of all, it is difficult to infiltrate the human world, although they can establish a secret base in a poorly guarded place like Rosalin, but that is also because the human beings turn a blind eye, otherwise the temple only needs to use the detection of the undead or the undead hidden in the human world with life, and there will be nothing to hide.

On the other hand, humans are very common in Madara, first from the Nine Phoenix and Lubik across the Sea of the Dead Moon, and then from the necromancers and dark acolytes who live here themselves. There are also all kinds of exiles, criminals who have been exiled by various countries and people who have not seen the light.

If Madara wants to capture all the humans living in her land, she will have to mess with it.

Secondly, the basic command unit of the undead is based on the number of corpse witches, and the IQ of the corpse witches themselves is not satisfactory, so in addition to the Black Knight Guards established by Instaron. The undead rarely use tactics that are too complicated. Before the Battle of the Sloping Forest, players were not exaggerating to say that Vaynd's undead liked to use the Sea of Skulls to rush in a hurry, but it was actually a choice that the Dark Lords had no choice but to have, as their junior non-commissioned officers were not enough to support too complex tactics.

"Then come with me......," he replied.

……

Many scavengers choose to buy or rent a house in the west of Rosalin, because most of those who seek a living on this road know about the secret passage outside Rosalin, which was first built by a gang of vicious pirates in 335 for kidnapping and extortion, kidnapping the inhabitants of the city, and then selling them to the undead lords in the south of Madara, who in turn extort their relatives in the city.

But then they kidnapped the son of Lord Rosalin, the brother of the current Lord of Rosarin, and threw the unlucky bastard into the sea. The pirates were then swept away at sea by the Rosalin family's fleet, most of them were captured and hanged, and a few survivors went to the Swift Plains incognito, and the secret passage has since fallen into the hands of smugglers, where it continues to this day.

To this day, the true owner of this secret passage has always been the army of Lord Rosalin, after all, the army has always been the uncrowned king of smugglers, and several knight captains control this 'business', which has been passed down from generation to generation and has almost formed an industry, and through it has maintained a tacit understanding with the large and small forces in the city.

Therefore, for a long time, almost all the people who walked on the black road, or the vagabonds who wandered on the seas (another name for pirates in Rosalin), were aware of this fact, and most of these people who needed to settle in Rosalin were very self-aware and knew that they were not very popular in the world of order, and their safety and lives could not be guaranteed, so they also needed such a back road.

Or in other words, it's also 'protected' in a sense.

Of course, the tacit understanding between these outlaws and the lord's army naturally avoided the wise eyes and ears of the Rosalin family.

For such a situation, Na Xin is naturally not exempt from vulgarity. However, he was generally considered a 'decent man' among the scavengers, so he sold an entire building at 52 West Street as the nominal headquarters of his caravan.

At the busiest time of business on the Black Road, the building was quite famous in circles, and the guests who came here were merchants who entrusted him with the transportation of goods—and many of them were also official merchants who came up and down the Wagtail Strait, as well as their butlers, and even necromancers who came to him specifically to 'order'.

But since the collapse of Madara's skeleton in the Bone Wilderness, the business here – or the entire scavenger ecosystem – has withered.

Many turned careers to become pirates, while others withdrew and left the squatter to never return. Either you go to become a mercenary, but that is usually a choice made by penniless poor people, and in the Wagtail Strait, mercenaries on merchant ships are generally similar to cannon fodder.

When Nasin looked up at the rusty sign hanging in front of the building, his heart was full of memories of the past, and there was a triangular sign on the iron signboard, which was the trademark of the 'company' that he and his earliest partner had set up, but unfortunately the like-minded guy with him was a short-lived ghost, and he was buried with a shovel of earth in an unknown tomb on the outskirts of Rosalin, and God knows if anyone had swept his grave after that.

He sighed, took out the key from his coat pocket and opened the door, he swore that he would return to Jiufeng together, but now he has made a lot of money, and the hope of returning to his hometown is still slim.

It was so different from the original plan that the family business he had earned after running on the black road for half his life did not seem to help that goal at all, but it was a young man he inadvertently rescued when he went back and forth between Tomro and Rosalin for the last time, but instead gave him hope of returning to his hometown.

I don't know how that guy would feel when he found out about his situation.

He pushed the door open, and there was no one in the dark hall, and it looked like his men hadn't returned, and they didn't know if they had heard the news that the lord wanted. He was thinking about it when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs on the second floor.

"Sebas?" He looked up and saw a dark-skinned boy in a dusty apron coming down the stairs.

The latter's eyes were full of surprise when he saw him, and he shouted happily: "Uncle Nasin? It scared me to death, I thought you were going to the dark road again, and I couldn't meet you anymore. ”

"I have just returned from the Black Road," replied Nashin, looking at the other with a frown, the young man was the only descendant of his poor partner, and he did not want the other to follow his old path, so he spent a large sum of money to send him early to become the apprentice of the lord blacksmith, "How did you get out, who let you out of the castle, you sneaked out?" ”

"Of course not, I don't have the guts, Uncle Nasin." Sebas hurriedly explained: "It was a lady who entrusted me to help her do something in the city. ”

"And what are you doing here?"

…… (To be continued......)