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The other two hunters who woke up did not speak, they were arranged in the rightmost position, and at the moment they quietly leaned on the bed and watched Old John cry to Du Qian, occasionally breaking off some fruit in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it slowly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mr. John, I'm glad to see that you're okay, you have to take care of your body quickly, those fishmen who were beaten and fled from the desert still want to take revenge on us at the moment, if you recover quickly, maybe you can take revenge on them with your own hands!" Du Qian forcibly held back his irritability and slowly sat on the edge of Old John's bed. The chief of the guard went to the edge of the tent to greet the two hunters, and asked them about the situation these days and the process of being attacked.

"City Lord, what you said is true, I can really take revenge?" Old John's eyes widened suddenly, and he stretched out an arm to grab Du Qian's right arm, and when he heard Du Qian's gasp and hiss, he realized something.

"Lord Castle, your arm?" Old John's eyes were a little uncertain.

"It's just a small injury, I was hurt by those disgusting guys in the attack of the fishmen, and now I think there is always a stench on it that can't be washed off!" Du Qian made a joke that was not too big or small. "To make them pay for the smell I endured, I'll bathe in their blood, and make the Bay of Light a fish-man nightmare!" Later, the Bay of Light on the Northrend continent has been a hell in the minds of the fishmen, passed down from generation to generation among the fishmen's tribes.

"Yes, they have caused so many losses to us, they must be made to pay!" Old John looked at Du Qian with some righteous indignation.

The two were talking, Du Qian was forcibly pulled by Old John to tell what happened after he was captured, and the two hunters next to him also listened with great interest at this time, and a sentry in the middle woke up and joined the audience. Their mood rises and falls as the narration progresses. When he heard that Du Qian was attacked by the fishmen, Old John grabbed a big lump on the straw mat on the bed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief for him after hearing Du Qian's response, and his eyes were even more wonderful when he heard the chief of the guard rushing into the middle of the fishmen alone to obliterate the fishmen's sacrifice......

"Then you rest first, I'll think about how to deal with those annoying guys," said Old John after telling the story, Du Qian called the chief of the guard, and left in the midst of Old John's angry scolding at the fish-man.

"Someone is looking for you, Lord of the City!" As soon as he got out of the tent, a sentry and a ragged hunter knelt down on one knee in front of Du Qian.

Seeing this dusty huntress, Du Qian instantly reacted that this was Sister Kamia's messenger. Du Qian covered his face and sighed. "Give me the letter, you take her down to rest, and remember to find someone to bring her a set of clean and tidy clothes."

The sentinel left with the hunter, and Du Qian removed the fire paint used to seal the letters, took them out and read them. There was no information in the letter that needed attention, but the nun strongly requested in the letter that Du Qian began to work on the village plan to divert the displaced people in the city of heroes as soon as possible, and attached a plan for the establishment of the village: "It seems that the nun can't withstand the pressure." ”

Du Qian didn't read the plan below, and handed the letter directly to the chief of the guard behind him. Today he didn't know why, he was extremely irritable, but he couldn't find the reason, and he couldn't vent a fire in his heart, as if something was going to happen.

What Du Qian didn't know was that this feeling of his was not groundless, just in a certain sea area of the mainland, a huge black shadow was slowly moving forward in the deep sea. And under the threat of the frost trolls of the north, some creature that has been entrenched in the northern part of the forest is preparing to move south.

Du Qian and Yigan Lao stood about 100 meters away from the coast, looking at the sea from afar, waiting for something. Xi Xi sea breeze blows in his face, with a unique fishy smell on the sea, blowing the robe on his body.

It has been a week since the first attack of the fishmen, and although the price has been paid in the attacks of the fishmen in the past few days, there have also been nearly ten casualties. This number does not seem to be much, but a large number of high-quality soldiers gathered on the coast to defend, and when the advantage is exhausted, there are so many casualties, and the intensity of the attack can be imagined. They even learned to use themselves as bait, and then launched a sneak attack by their ambushed companions, and after suffering several losses, Du Qian had to order that it was strictly forbidden to enter the water, and once the fishmen entered the water, only the hunters carried out long-range attacks.

And the first batch of warships belonging to the City of Heroes is about to arrive in the Strait of the Holy Light, becoming a major battle force for the Holy Light Outpost. The first hero can already be summoned, but this can only be done after Du Qian returns to the City of Heroes. In addition, in the vast area between the City of Heroes and the Holy Light Strait, eight villages are under construction, and it is expected to be completed in about half a month. Knowing that the village was about to be built and that there would be plenty of fertile soil, the people of the City of Heroes were much more settled, and almost all of them were waiting for the day when the village was established with a smile on their faces, and the nun's pressure was reduced a lot.

Du Qian looked at the sea from afar, waiting for the arrival of the warship, and as soon as the warship arrived, the next series of plans could be carried out smoothly.

Gradually, a whispered discussion began among the crowd behind him, and Du Qian's brows slowly wrinkled. It stands to reason that this time should have come, but there is no movement in eating. At this moment, on the horizon of the skyrim, a dark ship leaped into view, followed by other ships. Soon, seven warships were already in front of them, several fish-men tried to jump directly onto the deck of the warship from the seawater, only to hear a "bang", a wisp of gunpowder smoke slowly drifted away with the sea breeze, the fish-man's body flew backwards uncontrollably, and the chest cavity was a blood hole the size of a human head, and a fish-man was lucky not to be selected as a target, but he also looked at the deck that was still far away and fell into the water and fled in a hurry.

The laborers and soldiers on the shore are boiling, and with these warships in the future, who else can pose a threat to the Holy Light Outpost? If anyone is unhappy, give him a shot and promise to send him to see his ancestor.

Du Qian looked at the seven warships, and was very satisfied, the overall pitch-black shape allowed it to hide its existence more perfectly at night, and then attack when it was taken by surprise. The same pitch-black muzzles protruded from both sides of the ship, and three secondary guns on each side, or a total of six, were present, and a large main gun was placed directly ahead. Although it is a small warship, it is a warship, which is more than half the size of a fishing boat, and the fish-man can only jump on a fishing boat, and there is nothing that can be done about this larger ship.