[Mage Imprint Communication] was a simple means of magic communication. Anyone who knew magic could use it, but the distance of the communication depended on the spellcaster's magic cultivation.
That night, Duque pretended to go to Storm Harbor to inspect the shipbuilding progress, and then came to a stone beach near the harbor. The rugged boulders hid everything well. Even if a ball was hidden here, it would not be easily seen by the naked eye.
"Come out," Duque said lightly.
"Master." Naga Walla stacked her arms on her shoulders and bowed to Duque.
"What's the matter?"
Walla went straight to the point. "The Grey Scale Clan is here. They have already crossed the reef sea opposite Stranglethorn Vale, and tomorrow they will reach the sea opposite Dagger Ridge, the southernmost part of the Western Wilderness. I have ordered the old blind man, who is entrenched in the southwest of the wilderness and the lighthouse of the Western Wilderness, to evacuate with his clansmen. It is expected that they will arrive at our new camp when the sun rises the day after tomorrow. "
At the same level, a Naga could easily deal with ten murlocs. It was not only a problem of combat power, but also the natural coercion of high-ranking creatures over low-ranking creatures, which would make the murlocs unable to exert 50% of their combat power.
Rashly letting the murlocs fight would only be courting death.
Duque raised his chin slightly. "You did well."
Walla bowed deeply and then said, "There's more. Congratulations on your promotion, Master. As soon as I came near Storm City, I could feel the surging magic from Master in the imprint. "
Duque was a little stunned, and then smiled. "You won't regret following me. You go back first, I will appear when the time comes."
Walla nodded and bowed again, then turned around, swaying her long snake tail, and the green figure disappeared into the waves of the sea.
Duque looked at Walla's back meaningfully. This female Naga should have held back. She might have been injured before, causing her strength to decline. Now that she had caught her breath, her strength had recovered a lot. It just so happened that Duque's Magic Circuit was formed.
Duque didn't care about Walla's thoughts. Firstly, his imprint could tell Walla how strong or weak he was. Secondly, as long as Walla couldn't afford the price of betrayal, then she would always be loyal.
Turning around, Duque went to look for Makarov.
The next morning, before dawn, the fishermen were already preparing to go out to sea to fish.
An important guest had arrived at the dock — the Earth Magician, Duke Marcus. Makarov and a dozen mercenaries followed behind Duque.
There was a high platform next to the report board at the dock. Usually, it was used to announce important events. Today, Duque's blue and white Mage robe was so dazzling that many fishermen didn't even dare to look Duque in the eye.
Makarov and his men were all dressed in brand-new leather armor, with daggers tied to their waists and legs. It was the typical attire for naval warfare.
Duque nodded slightly. Makarov stepped forward and shouted to the fishermen: "Now, the owner of the Pearl Route, a member of the Royal Family's Mages, the Earth Magician Duke Marcus has a slightly dangerous business to do."
Slightly dangerous?
Big business?
Looking for us fishermen?
The fishermen were a little surprised, but also a little excited. The Pearl Route's cargo ships entered and left the port almost every day under their noses. Those who were hired were all newbies who didn't have a ship, but now? Those fellows were paid twice the wages of ordinary sailors. Just by sailing the ship for a two-day round trip, one or two of them had already made a fortune.
There were no murlocs, no Naga, no sea beasts, and they were earning a salary that the fishermen were extremely envious of. They were often reprimanded by their families for not catching up to the good times and making their first bucket of gold in the Pearl Route.
The more peaceful the era, the easier it was to stimulate people's risk-taking genes. Looking at the two mercenaries beside Makarov carrying a large chest of gold coins, the fishermen's eyes were worth it.
There was surprise, but also joy.
The surprise was that the fishermen's wages were definitely not worth the gold coins.
The joy was that this was definitely a big business.
Makarov continued to shout with a slightly hoarse voice: "Rest assured, Sir Marcus is not asking you to do some pirate business. Now, a group of Naga is about to attack Sir Marcus's warehouse. Sir Marcus wants you to sink your old fishing boat to a designated place and catch those damned Naga in one fell swoop. In exchange, Sir Marcus will compensate you with a brand new fishing boat of the same size, or directly buy it for 500 gold coins. Every fisherman who takes the risk to sink their boat will be compensated with two gold coins. In the case of misfortune, it will be ten gold coins. Everyone can get gold coins before setting sail. "
At this time, the bare-chested old man Jackson went on stage: "Sir Marcus has ordered an additional forty boats from me. The money for the shipbuilding will be paid in advance. You can get any kind of fishing boat you want from me. "
Old Jackson's words were more convincing than Makarov's.
A fisherman was tempted. He asked in a trembling voice: "We only need to sink the old fishing boat to a designated place, then swim away, and we can get a new boat and get the bounty?"
"Yes! Sir Marcus will personally take care of those hateful Naga, while our mercenary group will take everyone back to Storm Port on the boat in the back. Alright, now Sir Marcus needs ten fishing boats, who will come?! "
With a great reward, there were bound to be brave men.
On average, a fisherman would get two or three silver coins for a trip to the sea. Besides, was there no risk in going to the sea? Nowadays, fishermen were accompanied by danger all day long. Even in the coastal waters, there were still huge sharks, fishmen, and a mess of sea monsters.
Therefore, let alone ten gold coins, even if it was one gold coin, many people would still be willing.
"Me!"
"Mine, mine! I've wanted to replace that broken boat for a long time! "
Vara did not know what was going on in Storm City.
The female Naga leader only knew that she was in big trouble.
With Duque's support, she had gathered half of the fishmen clans in the western wilderness as her subordinates. Now, half of the shallow bay was filled with those noisy fishmen, no less than two thousand of them.
At a glance, such an astonishing number was enough to take down a human town. But Vara knew very well that unless Duque was here, these fishmen were a bunch of weaklings who could only fight with the wind.
A male Naga with a long scar on the left side of his face, extending from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, and even blind in his left eye, came over with a huge trident with a blade wider than a human body.
"High Priest, the latest news has come. This time, Greyscale has nearly four hundred Nagas, and has also commanded more than three thousand fishmen. We … … "
"Say no more."
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