After a night......

On the evening of the second day when Tie Slag and the others stayed in the mahogany bar, Captain Xia Yihan also moved in with a few of his subordinates

Over the next few days, the captain and Wildfire gradually adjusted the rooms to the sides of the Iron Slag Suite, and after several hours of dismantling and camouflage, they gradually opened up the passage to the three suites. www.biquge.info In this way, under the nose of the "Backlit Blade", the three parties finally converged victoriously.

I have to say that the position they are in is very precipitous, and the suite they are in front of at this moment is the temporary base camp of the backlit blade in this operation.

Thanks to the fact that Wildfire and others have been idle for most of the month, the noise of playing cards and gambling has masked all suspicious signs. At noon that day, just after lunch, a group of shirtless men gathered in the hall of the suite on the left. They smoked and played cards, and there was a miasma of smoke everywhere, and even the waiters avoided it from afar, lest they be dragged in by this group of hooligans to make fun of them.

And at this moment, in the bedroom of the suite, a dozen or so people, including Iron Slag, Hagrid, Captain, and Wildfire, were gathering around a small table to discuss the follow-up. This time, the old mechanical boatman Amp and his apprentice Doudou also came. I haven't seen him for more than three years, and the old boatman is still like that, but Doudou has grown a lot taller, and his skin is darker than before.

Before he had time to catch up, the captain beckoned the old boatman to put an old-fashioned radio on the table. In the puzzled eyes of everyone, the old boatman explained that this is an energy wave emitter, as long as it is adjusted to the appropriate frequency, it can simulate the energy fluctuations of the holy object or artifact, so as to confuse the detector of the level.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent. But whoever can sit here and discuss problems is naturally a smart person. The captain took out such equipment, undoubtedly providing them with a plan to leave the port safely.

But this plan means bloodshed and sacrifice.

This plan is actually very simple, at half past two o'clock in the afternoon, during the peak period of the cargo ship's departure, a group of people will first take this equipment to pretend to clear customs, and after being found out of the problem, they will immediately flee in a hurry. At this time, the on-site staff and the backlit blade spies will definitely chase them down. Another group of people took advantage of the chaos at the checkpoint to carry a real thunder hammer through the level, and after boarding the Beidou, they quickly followed other cargo ships out of port.

After being silent for a long time, the old mechanical boatman raised his head, glanced around at everyone present, and said slowly: "I'm old, my days are numbered, count me in." ”

"I don't agree, if you leave, if the ship has a problem at sea, who will repair it?" The captain refused.

"And you're so old that you can't run fast if you want to, and you can't attract attention at all." The accountant echoed.

The old mechanical boatman patted the equipment on the table and said, "I made this thing, I'm not here, can someone else operate it?" Then, he patted the young man next to him on the shoulder again, and continued, "Doudou is my apprentice, his skills are much better than mine now, and he is basically doing everything on the ship, I am idle every day, except for drinking tea, I have nothing to do at all." ”

"Old friend, you have worked hard all your life, just rest assured that you can retire on the ship, it's really not good......" The fat cook paused and said solemnly, "I'll go!" ”

"Who are you going to cook for us?" The captain said with a frown.

"How hard is it to cook?" The fat chef asked, standing up.

"You're not a captain, you're just a cook, you don't have the authority to make decisions." The accountant stood up and said in a shrill voice.

"Otherwise, let's go." Wildfire said, standing up.

"You sit down, this is a matter between us deep-sea fishermen, and it has nothing to do with you." The captain stood up and pointed to the wildfire.

"This is our Iron Mountain Town, why has it not related to us?" Wildfire said with a frown.

"I don't agree with this plan, let's think of another way." While everyone was arguing, Iron Slag spoke.

As soon as the words fell, everyone stopped arguing and slowly sat down.

"We all know that this is the only option." After a moment, the captain turned his head and looked at the iron slag.

"Think again, maybe there are other ways, but we haven't thought of them yet." Iron Slag said.

Then came a long silence.

Everyone lowered their heads and thought without saying a word. I don't know how long later, the old mechanical boatman suddenly raised his head, looked at the iron slag, and asked with a little hesitation: "Friend...... Can you ...... Can you give me a glimpse of the Thunderhammer...... If...... I mean...... If it's convenient......"

Iron Slag looked at the old boatman in front of him, and remembered that day in the snowy ice field, the other party was holding the front wheel of his locomotive, just to make him a little safer.

This friendship is still unforgettable.

Thinking of this, Iron Slag took out the thunder hammer on his waist and gently placed it on the table.

Suddenly, the soft light was reflected in everyone's pupils, and the ancient and vast breath came majestically, filling the air. The mottled hammer body is engraved with traces of time, as if silently recording the past, telling of strength and unyielding.

Between the gazes, a sense of respect from the depths of the soul arises.

Everyone present burst into tears. First the youngest Doudou, then Feng Yun, Wildfire, Accountant and others, and even the captain who had always been cynical looked up at the ceiling.

"I have no regrets in my life...... the old boatman murmured in a low voice, and the old man's eyes shone with a strange brilliance, as if he had instantly made him a dozen years younger.

After a long silence, Wildfire raised his head, looked at the iron slag, and said slowly: "Brother, let the others come in and take a look at the Thunderhammer, we are willing to fight a bloody path for you." ”

"Now is not the time, I will not recruit you." Iron Slag shook his head and put away the thunderhammer.

"You should know better than anyone that we have no choice but to get out of this port." Wildfire said with a determined gaze.

"In my opinion, there is no such thing as a certain thing in the world, and there are many ways for us to leave." Iron Slag insisted.

"We're running out of time, haven't you noticed? During this time, Shadowblade has been increasing its manpower every day; Maybe it won't be long before they will conduct a massive search, and by that time, it will be too late. Wildfire grabbed Iron Slag's shoulder and said emotionally, "Brother, we are here from Iron Mountain Town to help you, and please don't forget, we are all descendants of the remnants of the north, as long as you take out the thunder hammer, everyone will willingly open the way for you." ”

"I repeat, I disagree." Iron Slag shook off the wildfire's hand and said in a deep voice.

"You know what? All twenty-one of us are under the watchful eye of the Backlit Blade, and we can't do anything but that. Wildfire sighed and said.

"Then go back to the Northern Wilderness." Iron Slag said.

"You want us to go back in disgrace?" Wildfire asked rhetorically, frowning.

"You should know that no one can force me." Iron Slag said in a deep voice with a fierce look on his face.

"The Thunderhammer is not yours alone!" Wildfire's eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists, and he roared as he resisted an imminent outburst, almost losing control of his volume.

"Want to fight?" Iron Slag suddenly grinned and asked.

Just then, the captain and Hagrid looked at each other.

"They're all good friends, don't fight." As he spoke, the captain got up and walked over to the iron slag, looking ready to persuade peace.

In an instant, Iron Slag suddenly felt that something was wrong, and instinctively his pupils shrank. In the next second, there was a sudden slight air turmoil behind his ears, and he immediately raised his right arm and turned sideways.

"Bang!"

A huge force came from his arm, and at a glance, it was Hagrid who was sneaking up on him. At the same time, Wildfire, who reacted quickly, raised his arm and smashed his fist into the iron slag door.

"Bang!"

When the fist wind hit, the quick-eyed iron slag kicked away the wildfire in front of him.

"Whew!"

Before the kicking foot could be withdrawn, the iron slag felt a tingling pain in his waist. Looking down, the captain's venomous bee sting had pierced his waist. At this moment, a large amount of "green bee toxin" and "anteater spider venom" poured into his body through bee stings.

"You're looking for death!" Iron Clay roared and was about to reach for his sword when he was elbowed to the head by Hagrid from behind.

"Bang dang!" Iron Slag was suddenly staggered, and the wildfire slammed into the face with a punch.

"Bang!" The iron slag that had not yet stood firm was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground on the spot. Seeing this, Hagrid immediately flew over, but was instinctively kicked away by the iron slag.

"Hold him down!" The captain made a quick decision and shouted at the others. The people present came back to their senses and got up and threw themselves at the iron slag.

"Jingle Boom...... Ping Pong...... Jingle Boom...... Ping Pong ......"

A group of people scuffled in the small room for a while, and the iron slag of the anteater spider poison gradually lost their strength, and finally Hagrid was hit on the head and knocked unconscious.

"This guy is really tough to deal with." Hagrid sighed as he touched his dark purple forehead.

"It's more troublesome when he wakes up, let's do it." The captain said.

Hagrid then pulled the hammer out of the slag and handed it to the wildfire with both hands.

"May the flame be glorious." Hagrid said solemnly.

"May the flame be glorious." Wildfire took the hammer with both hands and walked out of the room.

It didn't take long for the door to fall silent......

Time flowed silently, as if the whole world had stopped functioning.

After about half an hour, Wildfire returned to the room, handed the hammer back to Hagrid, and said calmly, "Everyone agreed. ”

"Scatter and flee, and those who survive will go to the twelfth stronghold." Hagrid took a deep breath and said with red eyes. As he spoke, he took a map from his underwear pocket and stuffed it into the wildfire.

"Okay." Wildfire simply nodded.

"Without further ado, write a suicide note...... "The captain waved his hand and said solemnly, "no matter how far away, whether it is the end of the world or the home of the forsaken, we will deliver it, this is a promise from the deep sea." ”

"Promises from the deep sea." With the captain's voice, all the deep-sea fishermen whispered silently.

"Kid, I'll leave the Beidou to you." With that, the old boatman picked up the old-fashioned radio on the table and walked away without looking back.

"Master......" The young man looked at the departing back, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but he couldn't grasp anything......

Before leaving, the wildfire crumpled the map Hagrid had given him and threw it into the fire. The Backlit Blades will be in pursuit, and they will not be able to bring their doom back to their nascent stronghold.