In the gloomy cave in the belly of the mountain, the cold air emanating from the blood prince's body even caused the stalactites dripping nearby to sprout white frost flowers, but when he saw the shadows surging behind the scarlet alchemy master who seemed to be a friend and foe, he immediately calmed down.

After a while, a faint wry smile appeared on the corner of Micares's mouth: "Sometimes, I really have to show respect to you, your brain is too good. ”

It's a pity that Trofim's face is also a little ugly: "Since I guessed the plan related to the fate of the Blood Clan, then in order to avoid death, I can only join your camp, I hope that the Blood Clan can successfully control Tsarist Russia." ”

The two sighed at the same time, both sides were secretly glad that they could avoid direct conflict, no matter how strong the scarlet alchemy was, it could not withstand the pressure of the entire blood clan, the best way was to become a part of the operatives, Trofim thought that after he joined, the success rate of the plan would increase by at least one percentage point.

"As the gendarme of the Old World, Tsarist Russia had a habit of drawing nourishment from within the great powers, a strategy that the country's elite acquiesced in and adhered to, and which was carried out for more than a hundred years. ”

Prince Micares reined in his breath and spoke to the friendly Master Trofim about what he knew: "The Bloods have long since begun to infiltrate the country, from the low-level estates and villages to the increasingly prosperous cities. There are more than two hundred small aristocratic families controlled, which is a remarkable number, and if they are gathered, they will definitely condense into a powerful new force, and in the political, military, and economic fields, they will make their own voices, and of course this voice will inevitably be influenced and controlled by the blood clans. ”

When the Scarlet Alchemy Master heard these secrets, he couldn't help but nod slightly: "This is a good start! Infiltrating from the bottom, starting from the aristocratic class with special rights, the person who made this decision is really an outstanding person." ”

"Vladimir the Reaper, the pride of the younger generation of our people, a direct descendant of Dracula, the Impaler, who sleeps with the City of Eternal Night in the Land of Sighs. Unlike ordinary members of the Bloodline, he is well versed in the aristocratic politics of the human race, and he has also been exposed to emerging sciences, and is a good scientific wizard, he once published the theory of blood circulation in the name of William Harvey, is proficient in human body modification, and has a good berserker under his command. ”

Master Trofim couldn't help but rub his hands when he heard this, obviously unable to keep his calm face when he found a companion.

"The new generation of the blood clan who are proficient in human body modification, the berserkers, the descendants of the northern pirates, and the dependants of the Odin's god lineage, used to be the field I wanted to delve into, but unfortunately it was very difficult to obtain materials. I have a hunch that I can get along well with Vladimir, the new generation of the Bloodline. ”

Prince Micares was heartily satisfied that he was able to convince a master in the field of scarlet alchemy, and he was secretly proud in his heart: "Recruiting an alchemist who is proficient in bloodline transplantation for my clan may be able to use his hand to complete the experiment of overcoming the Curse of the Daylight." ”

As a non-core member of the Francis Order, Master Trofim, who is moving forward in the forbidden field, does not have any psychological burden on cooperating with the Bloodline, and after changing his position, he even finds that he has the support of the Bloodline behind him, and is able to put the research on paper into practice.

"Happy working together!"

A senior blood prince, a scarlet alchemy master, smiled and stretched out his hand to the other, there was a common interest trend, and they didn't even need to use a spell like the "Chain of Oaths".

The crisis of the Kingdom of Francis in Indochina has left the hermits attached to the body of the colony at a loss, and in the multi-layered offensive in the frontier territories of the Middle-earth Empire, the powerful knights and undead armies have exceeded their expectations, so they will be reduced to the embarrassment of huddling together for warmth, and even asking for help from the Kingdom of Britaine, which is a friend or foe.

The deep-seated reason why Trofim was willing to be recruited by the blood clan was that he was not optimistic about Franz's military presence in Annam, Vientiane, and Chenla.

This wrecked ship full of holes is about to sink, and smart people have long been preparing to take away a few planks and jump into the water to escape first, not wanting to take their responsibility at all.

At the same time, the East India Company of the Britium Kingdom, who was invited, watched the Francis of Indochina coldly, and was beaten by the imperial punishment of the Middle-earth Dynasty.

Although the East India Company respected the authority of the Whip of the South Sea, when the fleet passed through Singapore, it turned the rebuilt pirate city into a pile of floating debris on the sea, and then sailed into the South China Sea without hesitation with the momentum of victory.

Unfortunately, when night crept on, the harbor of the East India Company fleet was docked, and when the sea breeze blew softly, the thick fog that could not reach the fingers embraced the harbor deeply.

The commander of the fleet immediately understood the whip of the South Sea, and the terrible man arrived as scheduled, ready to take revenge on the company's actions, and hurriedly ordered the fleet to proceed according to the plan.

The blazing fires on the deck, connected by dots, form a line like a wall, blocking and driving away the cold fog. The clergy of the church on board, with their keen sense of the breath of the undead, instructed the gunners to attack in the direction where the ship of the dead came.

Hundreds of solid cannonballs, most of which landed on the sea, splashed up columns of water several meters high, and occasionally a few shells hit by chance, causing insignificant trauma to the undead ship.

The face of the Whip of the South Sea was suddenly ugly, and after learning that the nest had been taken by the East India Company, he made the decision to turn around and fight back after asking for the consent of his mentor.

However, when Ximen Fuki saw such a dense artillery attack from the newly entered enemy, his confidence in victory was slightly shaken.

Lu Bin, who had been paying attention to the battle at all times, quietly arrived, and the whip of the South China Sea, who had a keen sense of spirit, suddenly relaxed, turned around and respectfully bowed his forehead.

Lu Bin squinted his eyes and looked at the burning wall of fire in the distant port, dispelling the sea of fog that blocked the invincible and unfavorable, and knew that the East India Company was tearing its face this time, and it was really not unprepared.

Against the background of the continuous falling shells and splashing water columns, he strolled to the side of the outer disciple Ximen Fuyu: "The enemy will only make the decision to intervene in the war on the Indochina Peninsula when the enemy's intelligence collection on us has reached a very high level, but unfortunately, they don't know enough about me. ”

Then, Lu Bin looked sideways at the proud disciple beside him: "I almost forgot to tell you." These Dao boats that practice Taiyin Formation Cultivation Sacrifice can also dive into the sea in addition to prohibiting them and carrying Tai** soldiers. ”

Ximen Fuyu immediately understood, and then began to take a deep breath and hold his breath, Lu Bin looked at it angrily and funny, knowing that this outer disciple who had cultivated true qi had a long breath, so he didn't give him the "breathing grass" in the book of the traveling mage.

Lu Bin waited until Ximen Blowing Feather was ready, gently raised his feet and paused, and gave an order to all the undead ships: "Go to the sea, stealth mode!"

As the cannonballs kept splashing the sea, the gunwales at the bottom of the ten undead ships opened automatically, and the seawater kept pouring into the watertight chambers, slowly engulfing the living undead.

The only two living people, Ximen Fuyu held his breath, trying to fix his body on the deck of the "flagship", in the dim underwater environment, no matter how good his eyesight was, he couldn't see the distant port clearly, but the figure of the teacher around him was still so clear.

Lu Bin rubbed the water ring Qingya in the middle finger of his right hand, although he was limited by the laws of the world and could not summon an ultra-high-pressure water dragon waterfall, and even the two rings cooperated with each other to summon a mad shark vortex storm and completely destroy the fleet of the East India Company in one go, but with this ring to control the ocean current, it was still possible to exert forward power to the soft sails of the undead ship.

Ximen Fuyu saw his master stretch out his right hand and raise his middle finger to reveal the silver ring, and then he felt the big ship under his feet slowly begin to move forward.

"The teacher's methods are really unpredictable! When can I have the strength of a teacher, and face any challenge so calmly. ”

At the same time, the clergy accompanying the East India Company found that the undead had completely disappeared by induction, and thought that it had been sunk by the fleet's artillery fire.

Everyone, including the captains of the warships, couldn't help but cheer, but the thick white fog had not subsided, and all this in front of them made some intelligent and far-sighted people feel an inexplicable hidden worry.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the ship's guns to stop roaring, and the once vanished undead ship suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea, and before everyone could react, the skateboards on both sides of the ship were pushed away by the outstretched barrels, and the black muzzles were aimed at the fleet docked in the harbor, and the devastating flames of death erupted vigorously.

The undead who operated these guns on board were the Francis who had been killed not long ago and transformed into soul-bound corpses, and the past grievances between the two countries had actually increased the efficiency of Francis' gunners by fifty percent.

Even Lu Bin didn't expect this unexpected situation, but the battle situation was favorable to him, so he didn't pay attention to these trivial matters. Lu Bin just looked at the enemy's warship, which exploded into a pile of debris floating on the sea in the roar of his own artillery fire, and felt sincerely happy.

The fleet of the East India Company was caught off guard and was successfully attacked by the undead ships, but the number of warships in the fleet exceeded 300, and it could withstand such battle damage for the time being.

The number of undead ships is too small, only ten, an absolute difference of one to thirty, even if they are spread out as much as possible, they can only solve one-sixth of this fleet in a limited time.

The hull pierced by solid shells, the explosion triggered by the ignition of the powder keg, shredded and paralyzed heavily armed warships, and the slowly sinking wreckage created a whirlpool that dragged the escaped sailors into the dark, icy waters again.

Lu Bin noticed that the remaining fleet of the East India Company was closing and surrounding, and without hesitation, he gave up the fat to his mouth and gave orders to the undead ship: "Go into the water, stealth mode, leave." ”

These giant activated creatures immediately carried out the order and sank to the bottom of the sea, and under the push of the ocean current controlled by Lu Bin, they easily turned around and successfully broke out of the encirclement.

When the East India Company's fleet arrived at the scene of the battle, it found nothing but the wreckage of its own warship, as well as debris and floating corpses floating on the sea.

The flagship commander's face turned pale, and he finally understood the concerns of the company's top management. Able to control the vast area of the South China Sea, the man who is respected as the whip of the South China Sea finally reveals his true colors.

After the battle damage statistics were reported layer by layer, the commander's face was gloomy and dripping, and the right hand that clenched the intelligence slammed on the table, the teacup full of milk tea jumped up, and the hot tea was poured on his hand, but the commander was unconscious.

"In just a quarter of an hour, the fleet has lost fifty-one ships, five thousand people are missing, and countless deaths have been made, and this battle can still be fought?"

A suffocating sense of despair enveloped all the East India Company fleets, who had long thought that the Whip of the South China Sea would take revenge, but they did not expect that the revenge would come so quickly, and the intensity of the war was greater than imagined.