The gray cliffs stood tall in the fog. Such a scene was often seen in the fjords around the Sopa Lache. They were like silent giants standing by the sea, and the ships passing under their feet were frighteningly small. The wind was somewhat cold. It was not the cold of autumn in Abies, but the temperature was bone-chilling. Because this was the south of the Great Glacier, when people talked about the Great Glacier, their faces would always change.
The wind howled at the top of the canyon, making a sound like a ruler scraping through a rag. Dark clouds covered the fjords, making people feel as if the sky would collapse at any time.
Logically speaking, under such bad weather, the fog should have been blown away. But the wind poured into the fjords, and the fog from the outside continued to pour in. Instead, the fog in the straits churned, as if it would never stop.
The fleet set off from Goussel, and took three to four hours to reach the Sopa Lache. Because the fog came from the north, they had to take refuge in the fjords in advance. The terrain in the Sopa Lache Fjords was complicated. After traveling for half an hour through the winding straits, they could no longer distinguish between front and back.
As for the pirate's hiding place, it was even more remote.
Brando was not in a hurry. He used the Lines of Law to scan the surrounding fjords, carefully searching for the clues he wanted. Soon, he found an unusual place. After a quarter of an hour, the fleet appeared there.
It was a bay canyon with its own world in its belly. The entrance was at a ninety-degree angle, blocking the wind from the outside, making this wide body of water appear somewhat tranquil. There was some thin mist floating on the surface of the water like a veil.
In the depths of the canyon, there was a huge cave entrance. The cave entrance was connected to the surface of the sea, allowing ships to navigate. In addition, it was located in the depths of the fjords, very hidden, and very suitable for pirates to hide. If he did not spread out his Extreme Plains, ordinary people would not be able to find it.
When the three ships slowly sailed into the inner canyon, passing through the mist, they saw the huge cave entrance hanging alone on the cliff. Everyone could not help but look at the Count of Erouine with respect and admiration.
The journey had been fraught with danger, but Brendel had led them out of Gussel's encirclement, and then he had taken out a legendary amount of wealth and generously 'burned it to the ground', allowing the fleet to sail on the wind and arrive at Sopalache before dawn.
Then he decisively ordered the fleet to hide in the fjords in advance, and with his own strength, he broke through the heavy fog and came to this place. Seeing the pirate's hiding place in front of them, even if they were on the opposing side, Incirsta and Tarkus could not help but cheer for each other.
"It's not like Madara can't accept a noble from another country. Count, if you're willing to bow down to His Majesty, Aouine will remain the same."
Incirsta did not know how many times he had said this in Brando's ear.
Brando stood at the bow of the ship, looked back at him with a slight smile, and shook his head. "Can you promise this? And I have no intention of becoming the King of Erouine. I will have a good talk with your Majesty, but it's hard to say who will be in charge."
Incirsta sighed. When these two met, it would be hard to predict what would happen.
But even if Madara had another outstanding dark noble, it would be good. Subconsciously, he no longer regarded Brando as someone on the same level as himself, but compared him to the existence with the mercury staff.
But he was still not optimistic about Brando's chances. He did not have the slightest doubt about the rise of the Kingdom of the Dead Moon, and in another time and space, it was indeed the same.
The three ships slowly sailed into the cave, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. Adney's Knight's men lit torches, and under the flickering light, they found that the inside of the cave was extremely wide. A wide and deep waterway went straight into the depths of the darkness, surrounded by smooth limestone walls. The cave was thirty to fifty feet high, and countless stalactites hung overhead.
Brando and Tarkus originally planned to sail in at the risk of running the ship aground, but they did not expect the waterway to be so good. It had a very deep draft, and looked like a natural harbor. Although the throughput may be a little small, it was extremely rare as an anchorage. God knows how the pirates found this place.
The light of the torches slowly moved forward with the ship, illuminating the surrounding dark cave walls. The limestone walls of the cave were mixed with some kind of metal, which refracted a yellow light.
But the deep waterway had an end. Soon, they saw a small bay that could anchor one or two ships. At the other end of the bay, there seemed to be a simple dock. A crooked wooden trestle was built into the deep water and connected to the shore.
At this moment, there were no ships in the dock, and no pirates. This made the Knight, who had been ready to fight with weapons in hand, suddenly feel relieved. But they were a little unwilling. They had been chased all the way from Goussel like a stray dog, and the enemy was nowhere to be seen.
To these masters of their respective fields who had the dignity of being masters, this was obviously very frustrating. Masters of Elemental Enlightenment were considered masters in every aspect, and to have such a group of people gather together as mercenaries was probably something only Lady Adney could think of. Compared to that, they would rather fight to their heart's content.
Even if they lost.
In the end, they did not even touch the pirates.
The pirates did not anchor their ships in the port, which meant that they did not stay here. This was not surprising. After all, this was just a hideout, not their nest. Just like the temporary anchorages often used by smugglers, they would occasionally stay in those places when storms came, but they would not stay there permanently.
Everyone felt lost, but in fact, it was just a psychological effect. After all, if they could avoid fighting, no one would be willing to do it except for fanatical warmongers.
The two ships entered the port one after the other. The Ghost Chariot Clan's ship had been left outside, because no matter how big the cave was, it could not accommodate such a large armed merchant ship.
A layer of mist hung in the cave, just like the inner gorge outside, but it was much better than outside the Fjord. The fleet in the mist had almost covered the entire Taowu Strait. Brando had never seen so many Lost Names in this life and his previous life, let alone others.
After the ship was parked, everyone disembarked one by one. Then Tarkus ordered the skeleton soldiers on the ship to drill through the ship and let them sink here to prevent them from being used by outsiders. The first batch of skeleton soldiers who landed by boat had already explored the passage at the other end of the cave, so these ships were naturally not needed. Tarkus and Brando did not expect to wait until the mist outside dissipated before continuing to sail out to sea, not to mention that it was not necessarily safe dozens of miles offshore. They had to reach the real inland area to completely avoid the march of the Lost Names.
This was also the reason why they did not directly force their way ashore from other places. After landing, they had to open up a path along the wilderness. Who knew when they would run into the marching route of the Lost Names. Since this was the pirate's landing point, there must be a safe land route behind it. Otherwise, this place would at most be a safe haven, not a temporary lair.
As for whether sinking the ship would cause any trouble for the people behind it, Brando had never considered this issue. Why should he be so considerate for the pirates? As for Tarkus, he was even more disdainful to consider this. Even if the undead might reactivate this port in the future, they would have the means to salvage the sunken ship. As for the pirates?
Who cared about this?
After everyone got off the ship, the cave seemed a little cramped. After all, in addition to Brando, Delfien, and Phoenix Huo, there were two squadrons of skeleton soldiers and a group of low-level liches on the two armed smuggling ships from Madara. They were usually locked in the bottom cabin as ballast in Madara style. They would only be released when there was a battle or when they needed to land.
In addition to the skeleton soldiers, there were also the sailors on the Ghost Chariot's armed merchant ship. There were also more than ten people. Including the two elders and their servants, as well as Fang Qi's subordinates and servants, there were about twenty to thirty people.
Adney and her Knight men were another group. For a time, there were more than a hundred people in the pirate's hiding place. It was obviously impossible for this small place to not look cramped.
Tarkus divided one and a half squadrons of skeleton soldiers (the other half was left in Gussel) into two groups. One group continued to act as cannon fodder in front, and three liches were in charge of commanding them. The other group, which was larger in number, was at the back. It was not to guard against anything, but mainly to serve as a warning. If they encountered the Lost Names later, at least they could detect them in advance. They were still cannon fodder in essence.
The sailors of the Phantom Chariot were naturally captives at this time, but no one cared about the ordinary sailors. The servants of the two elders of the Phantom Chariot were quite strong, so they were watched over by Adney's Knight. Of course, Brando also paid for this. The female Knight was very satisfied with Brando's generous employer.
Only the two elders of the Phantom Chariot were a little troublesome for Brando and Tarkus. After all, they were supreme class masters (although only half a step into the supreme class). Even if Deputy Marshal Brando was monitoring them, there would be problems if he was not careful.
The two had obviously suffered a lot these days. They had been locked in the bottom cabin with the skeletons and liches, and the food they ate was worse than pig and dog meat. It was not that Tarkus deliberately slighted them, but that was all the sailors could eat at sea. The undead could not specially prepare a cook for the two captives. That was the treatment that only Brando and Delfien had.
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