It was almost midnight, and the brightly lit city of Manchester not only did not calm down, but like the climax before the curtain ended, no matter which entertainment venue, it became more and more noisy.

A few miles away from Pearl Harbor, hundreds of Naga, commanding a huge number of fishmen, quietly swam towards the warships parked in the harbor.

The fish-men all held all kinds of sharp tools in their hands, and without exception, carried a large package on their backs, and they deliberately lightened their movements and swam forward silently.

Soon, they found that their caution was all superfluous, and that there were no Jose Empire admirals who glanced at the water, and very easily, they came to the area where the battleship was docked.

Then, at the signal of the Naga commanders, the fishmen dispersed, came to the bottom of the warships one by one, and began to carefully chisel the bottom of the slashing ships with the sharp tools in their hands.

Although the shipbuilding technology of the Jose Empire has always been the highest level in the continent of Fira, the materials used for shipbuilding are excellent wood with excellent hardness and toughness.

But the tools in the hands of tens of thousands of fishmen do not seem to be ordinary goods, even if they deliberately lighten the movements in their hands in order to make the movement of the scuttling a little less and not attract the attention of the crew.

The small wrist-sized holes at the bottom of the battleship were still quickly chiseled out by these fishmen.

At this time, the fish people untied the packages they were carrying on their backs and took out a small fish bubble; the fish bubbles of the deep-sea fish, after simple treatment, have always been the most practical liquid containers in the underwater world, and now the fish bubbles in the hands of these fish people are all swollen, and I don't know what they are filled with.

Then, the fish people carefully loosened one end of the fish bubble, stuffed it into the small hole that was chiseled out, and then vigorously squeezed the fish bubble, and suddenly, streams of black viscous liquid flowed down the small hole to the bottom of the cabin.

After filling the things in their hands, these fish people were even very considerate, using the wooden stoppers they carried to temporarily plug the small holes they had chiseled.

If the little dwarf Master Modo could see these viscous black liquids at this time, he would definitely exclaim: "Isn't this the crude oil of oil......?"

Under the watchful eye of hundreds of naga, these fish-men exerted twelve points of work efficiency, and one warship after another, they unknowingly poured an unknown amount of crude oil, and in just over an hour, nearly half of the warships were poisoned by them.

Among them, the eight majestic giant warships have naturally become the best targets to attract fishmen; under the bottom of each giant battleship, to say the least, more than 500 fishmen have gathered to work, and they have successfully poured tens of thousands of catties of crude oil into each giant battleship in this more than an hour.

For such a long time, none of the tens of thousands of officers on duty in the entire royal fleet of the Jose Empire discovered this, and I don't know if it was the luck of the fishmen or the sorrow of the Jose Empire......

"Oh my God, what the hell is this black thing, why does it stink so much? Finally a thick voice shouted, attracting the attention of the other personnel on the battleship.

Soon, the other warships also discovered this strange problem, and the officers on duty on the battleship began to panic a little, but before these people could react more, a tall leader among the hundreds of naga coldly issued an order to do everything.

The fishmen who received the order suddenly pulled out the wooden plug that blocked the small hole, and then slammed a strange ball into the cabin, and then the fishmen and the naga swam desperately towards the port, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The fish-men and the nagas had just swam a few miles away, and the balls were magically and violently ablaze, and then the crude oil at the bottom of the battleship's cabin also burned violently.

The wooden material, contaminated with crude oil, was simply the best combustible, and soon nearly half of the warships in the entire harbor were on fire from the inside, and none of the eight Zhenguo artifacts of the Jose Empire were spared.

The officers on duty on the battleship were completely stunned at first in the face of this sudden and drastic change, and when they reacted and tried to extinguish the fire, they found that it was too late.

These flames are so strange that even after the water is poured on them, not only are they not extinguished, but they float on the water and burn, but seem to burn more vigorously, and only the large-scale spells of the mages can have a certain effect.

It's just that in the face of an almost half-burned fleet, a few dozen mages on duty, their strength is simply a drop in the bucket.

At the same time, in a hidden attic in the city of Manchès, a mysterious man wrapped in black sent a secret message from naked chickens and ducks, only a simple sentence: "Tiger, Tiger, Tiger." ”

Tiger is on the continent of Fira and represents the meaning of a tiger......

In the seabed more than ten miles away from the port, after receiving the agreed signal, a Naga general, who had been waiting for a long time, excitedly waved the weapon in his hand, and then swam to Pearl Harbor with an astonishing number of ocean troops.

"Your Excellency, Commander, it's not good, come out and take a look, there's something big going on in the port. A herald was outside the box, shouting loudly, with a panic in his voice, and even a hint of crying could be detected in it.

In the most exclusive box of the opera house, the commander of the Royal Home Fleet of the Jose Empire, the Marquis George Nelson, had just pulled off the clothes of a certain countess who had slipped without leaving his hands, and was about to pick up his gun and mount his horse.

Suddenly, under such an influence, he immediately shuddered all over his body, and sprayed the coquettish countess's face all over his face.

This undoubtedly made the Commander, who had been in high spirits, unusually angry, and in the midst of the countess's laughter, the Marquis George Nelson put on his clothes haphazardly, and then rushed out of the splendid opera house.

The reason why he didn't break out immediately was because he planned to confirm what had happened, and then send the herald who dared to ruin his good deeds to the hardest desert island and garrison him for the rest of his life.

His Majesty, the Marquis George Nelson, swore in the name of his glorious ancestors that he would do just that.

It's just that when the commander took a look at the port, which had already burned half of the sky, he suddenly had cold hands and feet, and lost all his strength, not to mention the trivial little things that had ruined his good deeds.

After a short while, when the Marquis George Nelson, who finally reacted, was about to issue an order to keep the remaining warships no matter what, the herald just now secretly came to his side.

Then, a dagger glittering blue stabbed into the waist of the Marquis George Nelson.