For travelers who spend all year round adrift on the water, sailing is a boring and boring hard work. The unpredictable climate, the intense storms, the monotony of life, and even the infestation attacks of sea monsters and underwater monsters are not so interesting and wonderful to look at.

But for those who are just on deck, it's actually quite good to sail on the endless blue ocean, assuming that possible seasickness or fear of water is not considered.

When the sun rose in the morning, the three fast sailing ships Albatross, Pearl and Lao Yu were already on the surface of the sea more than 50 to 60 kilometers from the coastline. In such a position, even if there were any goblin airships that occasionally flew off the coast of Bracada, it would never be possible to detect the "Nord-Jotters" attack.

Now that there was no chance of being discovered, the "guests" of the three ships emerged from their low cabins and went to the upper deck to breathe in the fresh air that had not been seen for a long time.

At the same time, the servants who had already arranged for the ship to carry out a large number of dry rations, cooked sausages, and ale were brought out to feed the elite soldiers.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the food here to be pretty good. Especially the ale, it's quite a bit! ”

Since leaving Aquamarine City to fight, Guderian has not been drunk for a long time. I finally found a vacancy today, and immediately occupied a whole bucket by myself, and laughed proudly while drinking.

"Be careful, don't get drunk, or I'll throw you out of the boat to feed the fish." After settling in to all the Olympian warriors' meals, White fetched a generous loaf of bread and nibbled on it.

"Haha. Rest assured, this little ale is nothing. The silverbearded dwarf shook his head nonchalantly, and at the same time took a large wooden cup, scooped a large glass of fragrant and delicious ale from the barrel, and handed it to White.

"You guy." White glared at the dwarf again, then smiled helplessly and took the glass.

At the same time, Moriarty sat on the railing at the stern of the boat with a long fishing rod in his hand, looking down boredly at the white spray foam that was constantly rising as the sailboat sailed by more than ten meters below his feet. Clam up.

Many warriors from other city-states around him saw the Olympian commander as if he were on vacation. I couldn't help but feel puzzled and surprised. Among them, several captain-like people seemed to want to come forward and talk to Moriarty, but in the end they did not take a step, but walked away quietly.

"Excuse me. Are you Lord Moriarty? ”

Then. A warrior in dark green leather armor leaped out of the crowd. Walk slowly. However, before he could get closer, he was coldly stopped by the three Naga guards.

"Yes, I'm Moriarty."

Moriarty turned his head sideways. Seeing that it turned out to be an elven warrior who was quite rare in Bracada, he smiled slightly.

The elf was tall and thin, with short blond hair, and a few faint red scars on his handsome face. And its long pointed ears with general racial symbols are even more eye-catching, and people can't help but feel the urge to go up and pinch them. Behind the elf, however, carries a delicate longbow. Under the light of the rising sun, there was a faint trace of electricity shining on the bowstring of the longbow from time to time. It seems that it is a magic prop without a doubt.

"My name is Bruno. Shack. Keynes, commissioned by the Lord of Greenland, took part in Operation North Wind. The elf reported directly to the door.

"It's Mr. Bruno, if it's convenient, please come and talk, okay?" As you can see, I've got a job to do. Moriarty nodded, then glanced at the Naga, and the three brothers coolly made way for the elves to move forward.

"Thank you."

Although most of the elves are arrogant and paranoid in their bones, they don't look down on other races, and always think that their own bloodline is the most noble in this world. But after the fall of the ancient elven empire and the continuous wars and blood baptisms that followed, the modern elves are undoubtedly much more pragmatic and humble than their ancestors.

At least, that's what it looks like.

After bowing his head to the three-headed Naga, Bruno walked up to the fishing Moriarty and bowed slightly.

"Your Excellency Moriarty, it is an honor to meet you. The name of you and the Olympus squadron has long since spread throughout the land of mages through the Bracada Civil War. I just didn't expect you to be involved in this dangerous operation, and I couldn't help but be surprised. The elf's voice was mostly crisp and pleasant, but this Bruno's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been injured in some way.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Bruno. Actually, I'm quite surprised to meet an elf like you from the northern country of Avili on this ship. Moriarty nodded to Bruno, but did not answer the question.

"It's nothing. As you might have guessed, I'm just a wandering mercenary. When someone makes an offer, I work hard. This time, the journey to the south was extremely dangerous, and our Greenland lord seemed reluctant to send his descendants on the adventure, so he had to hire 'outsiders' like us. Bruno said bluntly, with an unconcealed hint of disdain and contempt in his turquoise eyes.

"May I venture to ask, what price did the Lord of Greenland pay to invite you to join such a dangerous 'gamble'?" Moriarty glanced at the three-petaled crystal flower pinned to the elven leather armor on his chest, and said, "I think if it wasn't of their own volition, few people would be able to force a 'three-flower' level 'magic archer' to be born and die, right?" ”

According to the traditional division of elven warriors, although their professional levels are also based on every four levels, they are divided into three different levels: low, medium, and high. However, in each tier, the elves are marked with "leaves", "petals", and "laurel branches". Just like the gold, silver, and gem flowers of the mage profession.

The three-petal crystal flower on Bruno's chest in front of him meant that his level had reached the third level of the intermediate level, that is, the seventh level. Coupled with the magical longbow on his back, Moriarty could naturally guess his real warrior class: a level 7 magic archer.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Moriarty, but I have to keep this matter a secret."

Bruno was not surprised that the other party recognized his professional level at a glance, after all, most mage professionals are known for their erudition and intelligence, otherwise it would be impossible to gain a foothold in the wizarding world.

"It's okay, I don't have to apologize for this, but I'm asking too much." Moriarty shook his head indifferently at the elf's face-to-face refusal.

"Your Excellency Moriarty, since we are already comrades in the same trench in this 'Operation North Wind'. I wonder if you can please do me a favor? At this moment, Bruno stepped forward again, approached Moriarty and said in a deep voice.

"Oh? What is it? ”

"If you can, please sell me some armor-piercing blasting arrows." Bruno smiled.

Hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help but mention the fishing rod in his hand, and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Mr. Bruno, you should know that all the armor-piercing magic arrows in the 'NATO' are uniformly designated and supplied by the Command. At this, Moria was silent again.

"Hehe, Your Excellency Moriarty, as far as other 'NATO' forces are concerned, high-end magic weapons such as armor-piercing and explosive arrows are naturally strictly rationed, and even difficult to obtain. But it shouldn't be too difficult for the inventors and producers of the Burst Arrow to allocate a little bit from the existing inventory, right? ”

After looking at Moriarty for a moment, Bruno suddenly smiled and said, it seems that he has a full understanding of Moriarty's identity and background. Even, today's "chance encounter" and even sailing on the same ship with the Olipis squadron can no longer be attributed to coincidence.

"I have to say, your intelligence is very good, Mr. Bruno." Since he had said this, Moriarty couldn't help but smile, and then exclaimed, but there was no smile in his eyes.

So far, at least, Moriarty and his Earthstudios' connection to the Armor-Piercing Arrows has only been at the highest levels of the Allies. But Bruno, an alien elven mercenary, can know this clearly, which also makes Moriarty's heart a lot of vigilance.

"There is no need to doubt my identity, Your Excellency. I can swear by the moon god that I am not a spy or any other enemy from the south. Of course, as an elven drifter who struggles to make a living, I also have my own sources. Forgive me for keeping my mouth shut. Bruno was keenly aware of the other party's psychological changes, and preemptively explained: "Moreover, I don't mean to force it here, just to beg Your Excellency for your help. After all, in the face of the coming fierce battle, I will strive for any strength that will help me win and survive. ”

"I understand, and I believe your oath." Moriarty stared into the elf's eyes, and after a while, said slowly, "Then I want to first confirm that your current position is only personal?" Or the whole Greenland City team? ”

This question is critical.

If it was only a private request from the elves, it was nothing more than a private matter between individuals; But if it rises to the level of the city-state, it takes on the meaning of public to public. In this way, Moriarty must fully consider the possible reactions of all parties before proceeding with caution. Otherwise, if one is not careful, it is likely to attract the dissatisfaction and suspicion of other forces.

After all, why should you, Moriarty, provide armor-piercing arrows to the people of Greenland, but don't care if the other allies live or die? Is there some shady deal, or is there a bigger conspiracy?

Therefore, many times it is really difficult to be a good person and a good person is difficult to make money, because of the fear of similar suspicion and slander.

"I am myself. As for the others, I can only wish them luck. Bruno smiled knowingly, his expression grim. (To be continued......)