The news of the imminent return of the Clover caravan touched the hearts of many people. The reason why this caravan attracts the attention of all walks of life is that the ships are full of real money. The fleet, armed with glass spheres, binoculars, swords, and muskets, sailed through great perils to reach the ancient and rich lands of the East, where they exchanged these cheap goods for hundreds of times the high returns. The trade they made was lucrative, and they could make a lot of money in one case, even for the entire Greenland Empire.

More and more people are following the Clover caravan, not only the wolf-like pirates, but even Michael is very interested in it.

On the flickering table lay a yellowed nautical chart with a twisted course that darkly matched the movements of the clover caravan. Michael, after much deliberation, drew a cross mark on the route.

The door was opened.

The moonlight poured in, intertwined with the light, thin, dark, with a mysterious silence.

"Report! Zela, the leader of the Cannibal Pirates, was called, and he was waiting on deck. The sailor stood in the doorway, shouting in a cohesive voice.

"I've been waiting for so many days, and it's finally here." Michael stood up, stretched out his knife-like hand, straightened his shoulders and hem, and then grabbed the waterproof leather bag on the table, rolled the chart into a tube, and stuffed it in.

This ship is not the Force Angel that Michael has always ridden, but a slightly lower Archangel, which only has the combat power of a second-order magic ship. As for the Force Angel, it is currently being docked in a harbor for secret repairs. The reason why he wanted to repair it secretly was because he didn't want people to mistakenly think that the Force Angel had suffered a defeat.

In the battle with the Black Pearl, the Force Angel did not lose.

Even so, because he failed to take down Tang Ke last time, Michael had higher requirements for warships, and he was worried about the new batch of ships that the Dragon's Tooth Country was rushing to build, among which there was a more powerful warship than the Force Angel - the Wisdom Angel-class royal battleship!

Michael thought about the majestic appearance of the Angel of Wisdom all the way, and only when he reached the deck did he put this thought behind him. He stared at the ugly fish-men, his nose was filled with the smell of the sea, and an irrepressible hatred welled up in his heart, his only sister was almost eaten by these untamable beasts! It was a hatred he could not tolerate, and it strengthened his determination to deal with the cannibal pirates.

He put on a mask with an approachable expression and stepped forward to accept Zela's salute.

"Colonel, is there any drudgery that will be used against us?" Zela asked. Behind it, there were more than a dozen strong Naga fishmen looking around, and even provoking the sailors on the deck with their movements, and on the sea a little farther away, as many as a thousand fish-man heads floated out, which was spectacular.

"Zela, whether it is the great Dragon's Tooth Nation or I personally, I will not disappoint you who have paid a lot of blood and sweat. In fact, you get what you want, don't you? Think about the weapons, the food, and the ...... Living. Michael corrected gently.

"But is our giving and rewarding fair way?"

Michael noticed that Zela's gaze was much more cunning than before, which made him even more disgusted with the fishmen, and he said, "Zela, did you talk about so-called fairness because you were dissatisfied with the status quo?" He thought Zela would ride the wave and make a bunch of greedy demands.

Zela was silent for a moment, a pair of fish's eyes flashing with a cold light in its sunken eye sockets.

"No, I don't feel any resentment, our partnership can continue, you can talk about this mission."

Slightly surprised, Michael tries to dig out a deeper idea from Zela's performance, but the fish-man's facial expression is too stiff and cold to be found. He handed the waterproof leather bag over and said, "Here is a chart showing a route through which the Clover caravan will return, and I hope you will take your people to rob it all." After the deed is done, you will need to hand over 2,000,000 gold coins to me for your profits, and you can keep the rest. ”

"Two million gold coins for the money handed over alone? Your appetite is too big, isn't it? ”

"Rest assured, if you succeed, you'll be making far more money than that. Without the lure of such huge profits, would those businessmen be willing to take the risk? ”

Zela thought for a moment, as if to dispel her concerns, and then asked, "How many ships does this caravan have?" ”

"Less than a hundred and seventy." Michael said.

Zela's afterglow glanced at the pale moonlight rippling on the sea, and immediately agreed to the task. For it, to destroy a caravan of 170 ships, it would have to mobilize most of the fish-man warriors of the cannibal pirate group.

Michael was surprised again, he didn't expect Zela to be so crisp, and in this way, it made him feel that something was wrong. He was full of suspicion about the Clover Caravan, including the approximate date when the Clover Caravan would arrive at the designated location, and the combat power that the Clover Caravan had.

Zela had all the answers she wanted to know, said goodbye, clawed her staff, and leaped into the sea with a flick of a sharp fishtail on her wet footsteps. The fish-man warriors were not honest when they left, baring their teeth at the sailors before jumping into the water. The thousands of fish-men on the surface of the sea soon disappeared, and the sea was calm, except for fragments of moonlight.

"These cold-blooded brutes aren't that easy to clean up." Michael looked at the endless sea and said to himself.

He returned to his study, sat down at the table, wrote a letter in dashing handwriting, and then called his guards and handed it to the other party.

The guard respectfully accepted the letter and waited for instructions on the next step.

"Send this letter to the mansion of Captain James of the Imperial Greenland Navy, remember to conceal your identity and send the letter secretly. Also, spread the word in the ports of the Greenland Empire that the cannibal pirates are going to attack the Clover caravan in an attempt to get the attention of the local political axes. Michael's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, this is his plan to kill people with a knife, although the Greenland Empire and the Dragon's Tooth Kingdom are under the same pope's jurisdiction, but they have always had different intentions, and it doesn't hurt to use it. He hoped that the navy of the Greenland Empire and the cannibal pirates would be wiped out together.

It would be best to be able to borrow someone else's hand to get rid of the cannibal pirate group, and if you let the Dragon Tooth Country do it yourself, not only would the loss be too great, but it would also go against the Dragon Tooth Country's strategy of accommodating various pirate groups on a large scale.

The guard was well versed in the principle of doing more work and less nonsense, and although he had doubts, he still saluted and withdrew with the letter in his hand.

…… In the dark depths of the sea, a large group of Naga fishmen swam rapidly, shaking their heads and tails, breaking through the current. Most of the fishmen are moving alone, and a few are pulling a few bare shipwrecks, which are loaded with weapons. Wherever they passed, the fish and sea monsters all obediently avoided them, and it could be said that there was no obstruction to pass.

As a warlock, Zela's physical strength is slightly inferior to that of the warriors of the clan, so in order to speed up, she has to ride on the body of the sea monster. The sea monster under its crotch was turned into by Harold, and now Harold has completely reduced to a stupid sea monster. Zela's expression was as cold as ever, but she was very happy in her heart, because Michael had given her a big deal today.

A crimson Naga fishman swam to one side, with its mouth full of fangs, and asked as it swam, "Captain, since we have decided to separate from the Dragon's Tooth Country, why do we still come to listen to Michael's nonsense?" ”

"There is no loss in listening, and there is a windfall today." Zela laughed a few times, picked up the waterproof leather bag, and stared at it with burning eyes, "I'm worried that there is no way to make a fortune." As a result, Michael was kind enough to help me think about it! His mood was even happier, fantasizing about Michael's face when he knew he had been tricked.

The Crimson Fishman looked down and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "You mean, we're going to clean up that grass caravan?" ”

"Of course, that's nearly three million gold coins. You've had a lot of dealings with the races on the shore, so you should know what you can buy with all this money, right? "Zela decided to finish the deal and take all the gold coins to herself and use them to expand the strength of the Naga fishmen.

"Hehe, I guess I can buy a lot of things. If you want me to calculate what I can buy with all this money, I can't figure it out. The Crimson Fishman laughed dryly.

Zela didn't lament the poor arithmetic skills of his men, the Naga fishmen were such a race, most of the people were stupid in their brains, but the physical strength of the Naga fishmen was far superior to the onshore races. Since the Naga fishmen possess such excellent strength, why should the shore race look down on the Naga fishmen? It is much smarter than ordinary people, so it can feel the humiliation of being looked down on even more. In order to wash away this contempt and humiliation, it has to lead the entire race and even all the sea beast clans to fight, use its strength to win respect, and even overwhelm the race on the shore in turn!

In the eyes of the Shore Race, Zela, who is the leader of the Cannibal Pirate Regiment, is a big devil who kills people without blinking, but from the perspective of the Naga Fishmen themselves, Zela is a racial hero!

"From today, we can remove the name of the Cannibal Pirates, and our future actions must be based on the slogan of the Naga Alliance! We already know everything about the shore, and there is no need to sell them any more. This raid will be the first step taken by our Naga Alliance, from now on, we Naga fish people will compete with the races on the shore for the interests of the sea, and this sea will be dominated by us! Zela suddenly raised her arms and shouted, and the dark shadow on the staff suddenly increased, spurting out.

The Naga fish people were infected by these words, and shouted in unison, "Long live the Naga!" Thirty-six Sea Beasts are united! ”

This is exactly the political slogan of Zela, led by Naga, unite the four seas!

The Naga fish people shouted for a long time, vented their enthusiasm, and after calming down, they set out on the journey again.

The crimson fish-man who had spoken earlier came up again and asked, "If we do it now, will it be a little early?" We haven't found the Fountain of Resurrection yet. ”

Zela nodded and said, "It is true that if we find the Resurrection Spring, we can make our war a decisive one, but this thing is too rare to be found, and we can't put all our bets on it." Although we can't resurrect 'it', with our current strength, we still have the strength to fight the races on the shore. The key issue is that we have to unite the other thirty-five sea beast clans, and we can only unite them, and we Naga fish people alone are far from enough. ”

"The Sea Beast Clan has always been scattered, and it's not so easy to gather together."

Zela's eyes lit up and she said, "In order to get the honor we deserve, no matter how difficult it is, we must give it our best!" ”

…… On the fourth day of the new moon, the dragon pirate group arrived in advance of the agreed sea, which was located in front of the turbulent sea, where the clover caravan was blocked. The Flower Language Pirates were a little later and lagged behind, and they had to arrive here at night. The earliest to come was the Ghost Pirate Group, and Christine also poured out the backbone of the Pirate Group this time, and also brought more than sixty ships.

In this vast but rarely visited sea, two notorious pirate groups gathered, two groups of sea men with rough smiles, stepping on the guardrail of the ship, facing each other across the sea.

Christine twisted her strange steps to the Black Pearl, where he looked around and curiously stepped on the deck with black cuticles, something a bit like a black crab shell.

"Donk, should I praise you for the majesty of this ship, or should I call her a little eccentric? How did you get her? Does she have any special abilities? Christine asked, snappingly.

The current Black Pearl is indeed too eye-catching, the whole body is pitch black and hard, even the sails are black, many parts are still growing spikes, even those ropes are mixed with many tentacles, and the bow is a hideous demon head, with a pair of huge horns on the head. The ship will give the illusion that the ship is alive, has life, has self-awareness!

Donk shrugged and said, "This is the magic boat I just got, I'm sorry for her abilities, I have nothing to say." ”

"No comment?" Christine raised his voice to raise his voice, revealing a few large gold teeth as he spoke, and he put his arm around Donk's shoulder, looking very enthusiastic, "Since you speak so coldly, I think we should go and have some drinks, in that case, the distance between us should be shortened a lot." ”

"Say it in advance, no matter how much alcohol you drink, I won't say it." Donk waved his hand.

"Come on, men aren't so hard-mouthed."

Christine took the Donkla atop her Bloody Magic and headed straight for the restaurant, ordering the cook to serve the wine and make the dishes. Christine only drinks coffee because she hates getting drunk because she hates it, and this time she barely made an exception. The two of them pushed their glasses and changed glasses, and in a moment they drank a bottle of wine, but both of them had a good amount of alcohol, and they looked like they had just drunk a bottle of water instead of wine.

"Donke, what level of magic ship is your ship? You can always say this, right? "Christine had previously said that she wanted to reveal all the secrets of the Black Pearl, but in reality it would not be so difficult.

"Third Order." Donk didn't think there was anything to hide or exaggerate.

Christine nodded again and again, "Yes, this way, our chances of winning are much better." It seems that this time, we can't get rich even if we want to. ”

"Will things go that well? Leaving aside the fleet of the Clover caravan itself, could it be that the Greenland Empire would stupidly watch its caravan pass through this dangerous sea? ”

Cristine was not at all surprised when asked like this, saying, "Of course they won't be that easy to deal with. As far as I know, the Greenland Empire has sent a large fleet of about a hundred ships, although not many of them, but they are all warships, and in terms of firepower, our pirate ships are significantly inferior. ”

Donk stared at Christine, wanting to know what Christine had in mind. This time, he gambled on the entire Evil Dragon Pirate Group, and he really had to be careful.

"Hehe, I like the way you look at you with a thirsty look." Christine pointed to Donk's nose and joked.

Donk smiled, pushed Christine's hand away with the huge gold ring, and said, "Come on." Don't say it so disgustingly. ”

Christine slowly restrained her smile and said, "Okay, jokes or women can talk about it later, let me continue with the topic just now." The Greenland Empire did send a fleet, but I have an easy way to deal with it, so it's so easy to drink and chat with you now. ”

"Is the sea loach going to do magic tricks for everyone again?" Donk is looking forward to Christine's various methods.

"Yes, it's magic, but it's a very simple magic." Christine poked her face out, her eyes surprisingly bright, "I have a Royal Four-winged Eagle, do you understand what that means?" ”

The Royal Four-Winged Eagle, as the name suggests, has been monopolized by the royal royals of the major empires, and ordinary people don't want to get it. Moreover, this kind of signal eagle has stronger sailing ability, faster speed, and safer delivery.

Tang Ke frowned and thought for a while, but when it came to ghost ideas, it was really not his strong point, and he finally confessed: "I don't understand. ”

Christine smiled and explained: "I have left an eye in the sea area before the Golden Sea Gate, and once the fleet of the Greenland Empire comes, my men will release the Royal Eagle and send a forged document to the navy, ordering this fleet to rush elsewhere." I lied to it that the pirates were attacking a small island under the control of the Greenland Empire. When the fleet received the news, it changed course and ran to save the island. That way, we can sit back and relax. How about this plan? ”

Tang Ke suddenly realized, and secretly shouted Isn't this just a tiger away from the mountain? He nodded, "You've taught me another lesson." But it's not a foolproof strategy, is it? If your eyeliner is in trouble, or if the Admiral isn't fooled......"

"There is no foolproof strategy. We're just playing dirty tricks that ordinary people don't use, and those methods sometimes fail, but once we succeed, we can easily achieve our goals. That's right, all the strategies are designed to make it easier to get there. And," Christine sat upright, a hint of arrogance coming out of nowhere, "pirates have to have the courage to take risks, and the profits we get are proportional to the risks, so it's worth trying." ”

Donk liked it, and he raised his glass and said, "To congratulate us on this successful operation, cheers!" ”

Christine rolled her eyes and said openly, "Cheers to Eunice's round ass, too!" ”

Donk found that Christine was really interested in the female elf pirate, but the woman was really not easy to mess with, and he laughed, "She will take you as flower fertilizer when she hears this." ”

The two of them drank the glass with a smile.

With the return of the clover caravan, the sea began to surge, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger.

Countless eyes are aimed at the clover caravan, and the forces of all parties have evil intentions and careful calculations, adding many variables to this sea hunt, but I don't know, who will have the last laugh?