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There is no need for the garrison captain to explain too much, as long as you are not stupid, you will know that things are not right at this time. No one chooses to leave the safety www.biquge.info of the barracks at this time, even if they are worried about their families. Fear had worn down most of the people, while others who wanted to leave were stopped by the soldiers.

In the whining storm after nightfall, the balcony vigil faintly heard the strange cries of the fishmen in the harbor not far away, and even the loud sound of houses collapsing. This confirms some people's conjectures, see...... It was a trick of the fish-people, and they didn't leave.

"Those fish-people aren't going to be doing anything weird again, are they?"

The mercenaries who had lost their doors on the balconies that had lost their gates were reminded of the strange siege weapons they had encountered in the human war. After two days of fighting, no one dares to underestimate those strange screaming fishmen. What if those monsters had learned some new siege technique?

After spending the night in a state of anxiety, the next day there were still no fish-men attacking during the day. The captain of the garrison felt that he could not wait so passively, so he assigned three soldiers and three more volunteers from among the townspeople.

In fact, the so-called three volunteers were Camos and his two mercenaries. Because no one wants to go out of the barracks at this time, when the deputy angrily wants to forcibly assign.

Camos himself stepped forward to take on this task, so the two mercenaries could only stand up. In return for taking on the task on his own initiative, the garrison captain announced that if he completed the reconnaissance mission, then his suspicion would be completely cleared, and the fine for unintentional fault would also be waived, and he would vouch for it.

The six of them prepared for a while, and under the watchful eyes of the wounded, they followed the bearded Andrew out of the barracks. Because the storm did not abate in the slightest, the six men did not move fast. Some of the houses in the streets have lost their gates, but there are no monsters left inside. Yesterday there were still sporadic fishmen roaming the town, but now Camos and the others have walked a long way, but they haven't encountered a single one.

The seven of them groped their way up the corpse-strewn wall, and even in the midst of the storm, the fish-man corpse emitted a lethal stench, which could still clearly penetrate Camos's nose, making him want to gag for a while.

The deputy leaned down and cautiously poked his head out from under the wooden fence, the frightening dark green of the harbor was gone, and yet ......

"Oh my God. ”

Camos's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly involuntarily. A hill was in the center of the harbor, and the sea was green with a constant flow of liquid, and the hill was made of fish-man corpses. The surrounding buildings are dilapidated, and do not look like they were demolished. A small amount of green meat hung from the building, and only the shape of the original fish-man could be faintly seen.

"It's the stranger, my God, is he doing it all?"

The mercenary was equally frightened by the sight, but he did not lose his discernment like his employer, and he saw the young man with black hair lying on the top of the hill. His body was covered with dense wounds, and although they were not large, they were constantly bleeding, and it was impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

After checking that there were no fish-man ambushes nearby, Camos and the others cautiously climbed the corpse mountain. touched Mo Yan's neck who fell to the ground, but fortunately, the beating was still quite strong, and it seemed that he just fainted. And Andrew looked at the corpses around him, his brows as if they were about to crush.

"Meat ......"

Mo Yan groaned unconsciously and woke up in a dizziness. The cramping in his stomach reminded him that his body was already protesting because of hunger. Sitting up from the bed, Mo Yan found that he had returned to the barracks, the room where he had escaped.

"Are you awake?"

Camos, who was carrying a pile of food, pushed the door in, and saw Mo Yanleng sitting on the bed, he didn't expect him to wake up so quickly, and they had just returned to the barracks not long ago.

Mo Yan didn't have the heart to think about what Camos was talking about now, and his attention had already been attracted by the plate of barbecue. No wonder I just dreamed of barbecue, and it turned out that I smelled the smell outside the door. Snatching the plate roughly, Mo Yan took a big bite on the roasted fragrant meat.

"You really did those fishmen? You just escaped and went to the port and killed so many fishmen? Why? Almighty God, who are you?"

Camos had a stomach full of questions that needed to be answered, but Mo Yan did not respond to his questions except for eating. Only then did he remember that Mo Yan didn't know the lingua franca yet, and they couldn't communicate normally at all.

"It looks like I'm in good spirits, but to be on the safe side, let's check the wound. ”

Andrew, who was carrying a woman with a small bag, entered the room and saw Mo Yan who was eating, his cold face melted slightly, at least he would be hungry. Now as long as he thinks of that hill, he feels uncontrollably wanting to draw his sword. Thinking of what happened when he was originally going to arrest him, Andrew was also scared for a while. If he hadn't chosen to flee and resist, the hill might have been made up of human corpses.

The wounds on Mo Yan's body had been briefly treated when he was in the port, and the bandages wrapped around his body had already been stained red with blood. However, when the woman unwrapped the bandage around him, she only saw the skin without any opening, and looked back at Andrew behind her with some confusion.

"Hmm, gone there, I remember the wounds weren't small. ”

Mo Yan, who swallowed all the food like a whirlwind, looked at the woman's inspection, and also noticed the abnormalities on her body, and touched the skin on her chest and waist with her hands. The chest should have been cut open by the giant fish-man, and there should have been a wound in the waist that had been pierced by the fish-man guards, and it was also slashed many times when there was no strength in the back, but there was nothing anywhere now.

Andrew didn't say anything and left with the doctor without saying a word. Only Camos, who was left, kept staring at Mo Yan's body. If it weren't for the curiosity in it, Mo Yan would have doubted his orientation.

The rain was still falling, and most of the townspeople had already gone home. Although the captain of the garrison arranged for someone to inform him in advance before the city wall was breached, there were still many women who did not arrive at the barracks. After the threat of the fish-men was lifted, the men could no longer suppress their worries and went back to find their loved ones.

Both Camos and Mo Yan were left in the barracks, and language teaching, which had been put on hold, was put on the agenda.

Three days later, fifty knights arrived at Karan with five hundred soldiers. Although they also saw the corpses of the fishmen, they did not believe the report of the garrison captain, and they used the swarms of fishmen in the report as an excuse for Karan to ask for help. And I was very annoyed that in such weather, I had to march to the sea.

Mo Yan's abnormality was not mentioned, and the insiders seemed to have forgotten that there was such a thing. Originally, there were some townspeople clamoring for Mo Yan to be judged, but this strange stranger did not clear his suspicion. But after the bearded Andrew took those men and cleaned up the fish-man corpses in the port, the people who came back never mentioned the trial again.

Two months later, the storm that ravages Karan every year leaves on time as it did when it arrived. The sun cleared the town of damp in an instant, and the young men who had returned early from Kari City took out some moldy utensils to dry and repaired the buildings damaged by the fish-man attack.

"Boss, is my knife ready?" asked a black-haired young man in the street where business had resumed, walking into the hot blacksmith shop and sweating profusely. The fluent lingua franca has the tone of the royal city of Giza, and no one would have imagined that it was this young man, who couldn't speak a lingua franca two months ago.

"Some decorative stripes, I really can't meet your requirements. The old man wiped his hands covered with black ash, turned around and took out two long knives from the side, and said ashamedly: "Maybe the big city can be, you can go to the shop there to try." It's been a long time since I've done anything that delicate, and you know that most fishing ports only need harpoons and hook spears. ”

Mo Yan took the scimitar with a slender body and a small arc, and put one finger between the handle and the blade, the blade tilted slightly downward, and the weight was not completely balanced. Without a lathe and accurate measurements, it's good to feel like this, and there's no way to ask for more. Mo Yan nodded and handed the agreed money to the old blacksmith.

Leaving the blacksmith shop Mo Yan arrived at the port, some old people on the road always subconsciously avoided his eyes, Mo Yan probably knew some reasons, but he didn't plan to say anything.

Today is the day when the returning ship calls for the first time, and where will Camos buy a shipment, he has been stuck here for too long, and the cost has far exceeded expectations. This batch of goods can only make up for some shortfalls, and what makes money Camos has given up.

"Is this your custom-made knife?" Camos, who was counting the red coral he had just acquired on the side of the boat, saw Mo Yan, who found him, and the double knives stuck in the weapon belt around his waist, raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise: "You designed it yourself? It looks pretty good." ”

"I copied it, but you don't know Seppa. ”

Mo Yan looked at the goods piled up on the carriage, some sea beast leathers, some seaweed produced in the sea, two fingers thick corals of various colors, and newly picked beautiful black pearls, all of which were said to be in demand. If these things are shipped to Giza, according to Camos, they should sell for a good price.

And the mercenary on the side guarded with a mocking face, they saw a lot of this kind of fancy thing in Giza, the slender blade would break in two when it collided with any weapon, and it was simply throwing money into the water.

"Oh, someone who can design such a beautiful weapon should be a good artist. Taking the long knife handed over by Mo Yan, Camos said appreciatively: "Maybe when you arrive in Giza, the part above the blade is making some patterns, which should be more beautiful." If you encounter a robber, you can use my spare sword, this work of art must not be broken. ”

Mo Yan smiled and didn't say anything, and inserted the weapon that was evaluated as a work of art back into his waist. After learning the lingua franca, Mo Yan made up his life experience. Now, in Camos's mind, Mo Yan is a man from a good family, but he likes to run around with death, and he plans to go to Giza to study with the merchant ships that occasionally arrive in his hometown.

In fact, the name Giza was still taken out of Camos's mouth by Mo Yan, which was not only the royal city of the Maris Empire, but also Camos's hometown.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]