Located in the northeast corner of the city of Lost Heart, this relatively remote area not far from the wharf was originally planned to be a gathering place for boatmen and other craftsmen. No city can exist without craftsmen, from large houses and ships to small cutlery and wooden wheels, without the support of craftsmen, it is impossible for Lost Heart Bay to complete the reconstruction after the tsunami again and again in such a short period of time. In contrast, this is the smallest area in the city and the safest of all the districts, with witches, captains, and merchants all placing their own guards in the area as patrons to protect their artisans. But now, in this chaotic period, the poor craftsmen have become the most helpless group in Heartbreaker.

The destination of the Lothar team is the ironwork workshop that was originally built here, and it is hilarious to say that two of the four sailors in the team are now made from this workshop. Only this time they came to the workshop not to mend the blades, but to have the people inside lubricate their blades with their own blood.

Now they stood outside the workshop, unable to see the black smoke rising from the chimney or hear the hammer striking iron, only a dead silence and the mournful cry of the sea breeze blowing through the eaves. The sailors spat on their weapon grips, intensifying friction and reducing their own uneasiness. Lothar, who was at the front, raised his hand and motioned for them not to make any more noise, and then gestured for the first mate to take two sailors to inspect the entrance and exit of the workshop except for the main gate.

The first mate and they quickly returned, but their faces were ugly, and he walked up to Lothar and held out three fingers. Now it's in trouble. The Count frowned, in the face of such an enemy, it was best to fight them all, and the chase in the street fight would only increase the casualties. Isn't it worth saying that it is a workshop in Heartless Bay, and four entrances and exits are not too much for such a building?, the Count rubbed his chin gently, he had been growing his beard lately, partly because it would allow him to use less water, and partly because he felt that it would make him look more mature. Although the networm has repeatedly raised opposing opinions on this issue, saving fresh water is indeed a problem that must be faced.

The slight tingling of his palms and whiskers prompted Lothar to think, he didn't know how many enemies there were in this workshop, or what the cannibals' condition and athleticism were. If they were all as strong as the ghouls of the Edward family in the kingdom of the Lion King, then he probably wouldn't be able to wipe out an enemy as many or more than them with just four sailors and one intelligence monger. Besides, the thinking Lothar looked around at the buildings and streets, and he couldn't be sure that all the enemies were concentrated in the workshop. The worst outcome would be for him and his squad to rush into the workshop and then be surrounded by enemies hiding outside, which would be really troublesome. So, what to do?

The other sailors awaited Lothar's decision, but they were only sailors after all, and the Count was far inferior to them when it came to sailing, but they were also far behind when it came to battle strategy. The first mate snorted impatiently, in his opinion, there are only two plans now, either everyone kills from the main gate, and one kills one when they see it, or, it is to send people to guard the rest of the exits, and then the rest of the people kill from the front. He couldn't quite understand what Lothar was hesitating. Of course, he couldn't understand why Captain Hafdan didn't put him, the ship's second-in-command, in charge of the operation, but the petty jealousy and unconvincing had not yet been revealed.

Lothar noticed the look on the face of the first mate, and as a lord with a lot of combat experience, he could quickly read the situation of his subordinates from their subtle reactions. This made Lothar's brow furrow deeper, because he knew that not only the first mate, but the other three sailors and the bobcat also had their own thinking skills, and the hesitation of the leader would cause them to start thinking cranky and weaken their momentum. He was now leading not his own elite bear hunters, but a few untrained seamen, and he couldn't ask too much of them.

Well, maybe things aren't as bad as you think, right? Those cannibals were judged to be insane before they started their atrocities, so there's a good chance they're just a bunch of brainless animals now. Strategy and tactics are not meant to target animals, although hunters certainly wouldn't agree with that. Lothar nodded at his teammates and made a gesture to burst through the gate together, he would not choose to divide his troops, in this case arranging people to guard the other entrances and exits would be digging his own grave.

The first mate had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and after receiving instructions from Lothar, the sturdy sailor picked up his hammer and slammed it against the door of the workshop! "Haha! look at me!" the first mate was so pleased with his results that he kicked open the broken wooden door and stepped into the shadows of the workshop.

"Keep up. Seeing this, Lothar didn't say much, but clenched the battle axe in his hand and immediately rushed into the house with the others. The inside of the workshop was much hotter than the outside, and although the flames in the furnace had been extinguished, the charcoal under the forge table was still releasing heat. The first mate did not go any further, he waited quietly for the Count and the others to come to him, and then turned his gaze to the slide rails made of chains hanging from the roof of the workshop. These rails were originally intended to be used to quickly transfer the iron in process to the person in charge of the next process by attaching it to the hook in the process of being built, but now it is clear that they have been developed for new purposes. Several mutilated human bodies were hung from those hooks like pork in a butcher's shop, and the air was filled with the smell of flesh, acid, and decay.

"Vomit!" vomit spread like a chain reaction among the sailors, who had never seen a dead man, nor had they never seen a poor ghost who had died a tragic death, but who treated people as if they were livestock? Of the few people present, only Lothar and Bobcat were calm, so the two of them were also the first to discover what was beyond the surprise of opening the door.

"Be careful! they're coming!"

。 Sogou