The monsoon from the southwest sea brought a new round of torrential rain.
Many fishing boats fishing in the offshore areas returned to the port of Mordor. Ships of marine products were transported up by sailors, many of which would be made into salted fish and transported to other places to be sold. The profit of selling salted fish was not in the fish. More often than not, salted fish was directly sold as a substitute for sea salt because the amount of salt in these salted fish was actually quite good.
A dark cloud appeared on the horizon in the distance.
It was foreseeable that a heavy rain was about to hit. Many merchants were busy packing up, and the fleet also docked at the port and put away the sails. The sailors and laborers shouted to speed up the transportation of goods because as they gradually became familiar with the weather overseas, they also knew that the rainstorm would come faster than expected. The shops moved in the goods outside, but the tavern next door was still lively. Many pirates still lived a drunken life. The Temple of Wealth directly built a luxurious tavern in the port of Mordor.
It provided expensive wine and beautiful women from the south coast.
There were also some civilians in the port of Mordor. Most of them were craftsmen. They lived here after gaining freedom. Søren did not restrict them too much. They could come and go freely and live the life they wanted. But at this time, there were very few people who were really willing to leave because they heard that many places on the south coast were in chaos. The news in Port Mordor spread quickly. Many people were quite clear about the situation on the mainland. If they didn't fight here or there, they would be fighting there. Running out at this time was simply courting death.
A cargo ship was slowly docked at the port.
The dock clerk, about fifty years old and wearing a top hat, walked quickly over, followed by a little boy of ten years old.
"Foreign ship. Medium-sized cargo ship. The docking fee is five silver Derahls a day. "
The clerk nodded with a smile, then stretched out his palm. Soon the captain threw a small money bag over. He shook the money bag and listened to the crisp sound inside. Then he quickly recorded with a smile, "Ten silver Derahls, docking for two days."
The little boy behind looked at him with wide eyes. He was just a little follower who occasionally ran errands for the adults.
He could get five copper Derahls a day. If he was lucky, someone would give him something.
Soon.
The clerk left. It was going to rain soon.
He was more or less a dignified official in the port of Mordor. He was responsible for collecting the fees for docking merchant ships. If he was drenched, it would be a loss of face.
The sailors on the freighter began to move things.
At this moment, two figures in black cloaks appeared on the deck. They nodded at the captain and jumped down lightly.
"Is this Mordor City?"
A slightly immature male voice sounded. The silver armor under the black cloak could be vaguely seen. He looked around carefully and murmured, "It's different from what I imagined! I thought this would be another City of Wealth! "
The vicissitudes of life were watching them.
An older man glanced around and said slowly, "It's indeed different from what we imagined. In the legends, the pirate king Søren was a demon who killed without batting an eyelid. He was the son of the God of Fear, a cruel dictator, and a cunning villain! … "
"But along the way."
"Whether it was Shipwreck Bay, Port Tylon, Raging Sand Island, or today's Mordor City. What we saw was order. I thought the pirate's rule would be brutal and chaotic, but never did I expect to see strict order and strict laws along the way. Moreover, it seems that the people under his rule, be it commoners or merchants, have a better life than other places! "
They had seen pirates on Raging Sand Island who were hung up by the law enforcement team and whipped more than ten times. Their whole back was bloody.
Along the way, they saw the prosperity of the south coast.
When other places were in chaos and starvation, the whole south coast still maintained normal order. People were not affected by the turmoil for the time being. The civilians in these places lived well.
In a dark corner.
Some vague figures were watching the two men coming down from the freighter. One of them said slowly, "Who are they? Do we need to report them? Recently, there have been a lot of people coming to Port Mordor! "
The figure of the Rogue was very inconspicuous in the corner.
The man in the lead looked carefully for a while, then shook his head and said, "Just two paladins."
"There's no need to pay too much attention to them. They will leave after a while."
The paladins were not a threat.
Because everything in Mordor City gave people confidence that they would not be enemies of the paladins.
The two paladins were observing everything here.
The legend of Søren had spread throughout the continent, and there were various rumors about him everywhere. As the guardian of the world's justice and kindness, the paladins also noticed the legendary evil pirate king who rose rapidly.
— — Søren the Great Demon King!
There were actually a lot of rumors about him, but it seemed that the rumors were different from what they saw in front of them.
Because before coming to Mordor City, they imagined that Søren should be an evil demon king. Countless people died under his hands. He used cruel rule and violence to control the south coast, forcing others to surrender to him. Before coming to the south coast, they heard a lot of rumors about him along the way. In addition to the powerful strength of Søren, there were more rumors about his extravagance, cruelty, lawlessness, insidiousness, and so on.
As if it was natural, they became extremely angry!
As the paladins who guarded justice, they couldn't wait to kill Søren the Great Demon King with their own hands.
But.
As they got closer to the coast, the rumors they heard were not the same.
The evil Søren the Great Demon King seemed to have become an ambitious figure. He unified the pirates everywhere with an iron fist, and then took this opportunity to rise rapidly, and eventually became the most powerful pirate king in history! It seemed that people still said that he was ruthless and was an extremely ruthless figure, but it seemed that he was no longer described as a demon.
They walked all the way forward.
When they came to the bustling port Tylon, their ideas were subverted again. The evil Søren the Great Demon King became an idol here, and it was believed that he brought the wealth and status of port Tylon today. Whether it was the route of Arendelle or the route of the Eastern Sea, port Tylon now had the strength comparable to the City of Wealth. In the eyes of many civilians, the evil Søren the Great Demon King was a wise ruler, a capable king-like figure.
Although he still had the evaluation of being ruthless, ruthless, and so on, all the other sayings seemed to have disappeared.
As long as Søren the Great Demon King was mentioned, even the lowest level of civilians knew that his Excellency attached great importance to his promises! His reputation among the civilians at the bottom seemed to have been reversed. Although people were in awe of him, they were also very supportive of him.
Everything seemed to be a drama!
In the end.
The two paladins definitely came to see the legendary city of Mordor, the 'City of Miracles' that rose in the outer islands. It gathered a lot of wealth in a very short time and affected the trade structure of the entire south coast.
Mordor, Mordor.
This place, which was described in other rumors as' Mordor ',' City of Demons', and 'City of Fear', completely subverted the ideas of the two paladins, and they really felt silent.
The Son of Slaughter?
The Son of Fear?
A bloody and cold dictator?
An evil and depraved wanderer?
In this place called Mordor, what they saw was that civilians lived and worked in peace and prosperity. They saw that the law was strict and orderly. They saw an unprecedented city of civilization. There were no filthy and messy cities like other cities, nor were there poor refugees living on the streets. Even the laborers living at the bottom were wearing complete clothes and had a healthy blush on their faces, which meant that they had been away from hunger for a long time.
They could hear the sound of children playing in their ears, the sound of merchants bargaining in front, and the solemn security team patrolling in the distance.
Here.
They actually saw something more prosperous, more vibrant, and more hopeful than the territory under the control of the Church of Glory. And all this was not brought by justice and kindness, but by a great demon king named 'Søren'.
How ironic!
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