The young polar bear nobleman began to walk towards the ships in the anchorage, but an elderly camel shaman grabbed him, and a thunderbolt flashed, and the young man's body could not help but tremble slightly.

The young polar bear man was still at an age of reckless engagement, and his exuberant energy and reckless style blinded his instincts, otherwise he would never have been so impulsive.

However, the shaman noticed some details, and he smelled a faint unpleasant sour smell coming from the wind.

Dangerous taste.

"Elder, why are you holding me back," the young polar bear man rubbed his numb palms and said with an annoyed expression, "Didn't Chief Bru tell us to search these ships docked in the private harbor to see if there were any demons hiding there?"

The so-called "private port" refers to the small port built by individuals in the coastal tidal flat area, in addition to the commercial port and military port of Medici.

These harbors are designed for small vessels, most of which are built to smuggle contraband or evade the commercial taxes of Beit City.

Since these private harbors are usually places of filth and filth, they are very likely to become breeding grounds for demonic forces.

After summoning the Iron Knights, although Hemtar didn't seem to summon the other Tanari, it may not have been reserved before.

Therefore, Blue and Naru sent some "heterotopic mercenaries" from the island world, plus several Praetorian Guard squads sent by General Potbelly, to form a special inspection team responsible for checking these private ports.

"There's no need to search," the elderly camel shaman waved his palm to stop the reckless polar bear nobleman, drawing a mysterious totemic trajectory in the air, "There must be something in these cabins, and rushing in will only increase casualties." ”

In order to facilitate communication, the Janissary Captain who followed the camel and the polar bear people had already been blessed with a temporary "Clever Tongue Technique" effect by the caster, so he was able to understand and speak the language of the island world.

"Say, you scumbags, what are you hiding in those cabins?"

The spine of the scythe struck the owner of the ship anchored in the harbor, and the Praetorian Captain roared.

As an officer, he definitely didn't have any good feelings about these lawbreakers, and when he heard the "friendly" spellcasters judge that they might still harbor demons here, he naturally acted a little more ruthlessly.

Even if the blade is not used, but only the spine of the sword, the person who is whipped will end up with skin and flesh. "Ladies and gentlemen, there is really nothing, but there was a woman who was a trickster before, and she wanted to make a fortune in the city of Beit on the occasion of the Opat's Day. Hire us to wait, and when the time comes, pick her up...... We just went to this private port to stop for two days just to save on berthing fees. ”

Thinking that the other party was not telling the truth, the Janissary Guard's eyes were cold, and the blade of the sickle sword was lifted a few inches out of the leather sheath - the "hard-mouthed" owner seemed to have exhausted all his patience.

"He was telling the truth," the camel shaman who was casting the spell did not look back, although he kept looking at the boats docked on the edge of the beach, but also paid attention to the interrogation behind him, "his heart beat normally, and his body odor did not change much. ”

It turned out that the experienced camel shaman had sprinkled some special herbal powder on the suspect shortly after he had captured him, and if the other party lied, some substances secreted by his body would make the herbal powder emit a special smell.

It was on this basis that he was able to make the judgment that what the captain said was true.

However, the camel shaman still believed that there were things hidden in the cabin that did not belong to this material plane, and that they were dangerous.

"You'd better send someone to inform Lord Blue at once," he said to the young Polar Bear nobleman beside him, "I can only try to block the contents of this ship from the outside world, and there is no guarantee that it will succeed." ”

Knowing that things had changed, the young polar bear nodded solemnly. He stopped bothering the shaman to cast the sealing spell, and turned to communicate with the captain of the Praetorian Guard.

In a short time, two or three Praetorian Guard soldiers mounted the camel beasts and ran in the direction of the city of Beit.

With the exception of the Hump Shaman, who needed to keep the spell cast, and the Praetorian Guard, who guarded the captive, the rest of the men pulled the cable and dragged the boat ashore.

"Don't get into the hold," ignoring the captain's pleadings, the Janissary Captain gave the order to dismantle it, "just stand outside, and chisel this ship for me little by little, and dismember it to pieces." ”

Immediately, the sound of "clang" rang out endlessly.

The Janissaries slashed with scythe-bladed swords, while some of the Polar Bears slashed with even more ferocious axes. Like hyenas dismembering their huge prey, they swung around the ship and devoured and destroyed.

Without much effort, a famous polar bear man broke open the scaly, riveted, asphalt-bonded bilge and cut off a small keel of a ship with an axe.

Under the stress caused by the ship's own weight, starting from this severed keel, a large crack was instantly cracked. Many of the bulkheads, which were weak, were cracked. People only added one or two more, and the bulkhead naturally had a lot of big holes.

Scattered goods suddenly fell from these large holes, and there were many goods that were in high demand by Medici: linen fabric, steel embryos, powder salt from Tuka, culture liquid from "fanatic armor......

These cargoes make it clear that the ship is not just a cargo ship that pulls people and cargo, as its captain suggests, but is actually a smuggling ship that smuggles all sorts of sought-after goods - carrying some passengers, and at best it can only be regarded as an ancillary function.

However, this has nothing to do with the camel shaman. He stared at the leaking goods, carefully perceiving the source of the items that made him uncomfortable and smelled of a peculiar sourness.

Eventually, his eyes were locked on a locked pearwood chest. "Open the chest," the camel shaman said to the nearest polar bear, "be as careful as you can." ”

With a snap, the polar bear warrior carefully moved to the side of the box, and after aiming, he threw the bronze plate axe in his hand with all his might, only to hear a "snap", and the rotating axe blade split the iron lock on the box, and who knocked the box down by the way, making the box open.

An object resembling a columbarium rolled out, followed by a very thick smell of sourness pouring out, and even if it was far away, everyone felt that their eyes were a little sour.

Just as someone was about to ask, "What is this?", a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the shrine with unmistakable accuracy.