For half a month, they went from being sneaky to being open and aboveboard.
The mentality of the players gradually changed as well.
In order to break down the Smoke Dragon Warships for high-grade parts, the players racked their brains.
After all, the benefits were huge. For most players, it was also an opportunity.
Therefore, dismantling ships became a new channel for the players to "carry bricks."
Although this method of carrying bricks was more dangerous than cutting trees, fishing, and farming monsters, the benefits were incomparable to those of the previous methods.
There was even a player in the forum who specially calculated the data and published a comparison post.
In the post, the player used the data to explain why pirate ships were more profitable than activities such as cutting trees and fishing.
This further aroused the players' passion for pirate ships.
As a result, the Smoke Dragon Chamber of Commerce suffered unspeakably.
At this moment, on Black Reef Island, Smoke Wolf sat on the ground with a haggard look after defeating another wave of Player Clans. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled.
He looked at the calm sea with lingering fear. After making sure there were no players, Smoke Wolf sighed and turned to his subordinate beside him.
"Get me the intelligence officer!"
When the subordinate heard this, he looked embarrassed.
"Vice President, the intelligence officer was thrown into the sea by the president. He's probably still looking for the wreckage of the warship left behind in the Void Ocean!"
Smoke Wolf was speechless.
"Then you go. I'll assign you a warship with 30 people. Go to the Soul Devouring Sea and ask for reinforcements from the Acheron Chamber of Commerce branch!"
"Vice President, do we really need to ask for reinforcements? The president … "
Before the subordinate could finish, Smoke Wolf interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
"Go. I'll explain to the president when he wakes up!"
Although the subordinate had many doubts, he nodded and immediately turned to leave.
After the subordinate left, Smoke Wolf looked exhausted.
It wasn't that he didn't want to hold on, but he knew that if this went on, the Smoke Dragon Fleet wouldn't last until Smoke Dragon woke up.
He clearly saw the Player Clan's perseverance in the past few days.
Under the crazy harassment, they didn't even have time to rest. They truly attacked 24 hours a day.
From the initial anger to now, Smoke Wolf felt like he was about to vomit from all the killing.
Smoke Wolf was sure that he had killed more enemies in the past half a month than he had in the past half a month after living for nearly 10,000 years.
As a result, Smoke Wolf felt disgusted whenever he saw the Player Clan.
Even though he had the strength of a Ghost King and his body could still withstand it, his spirit could not.
If it was a normal battle in the sea, even if his fleet was damaged, he would grit his teeth and fight on.
This was because asking for help from the Underworld Merchant Guild meant that they would not be able to complete the task given by their superiors.
As the War Chamber of Commerce, they were supposed to help the Netherworld Chamber of Commerce deal with all sorts of problems. If they couldn't even do this, the Netherworld Chamber of Commerce would reconsider their qualifications as a 'War Chamber of Commerce'.
Now that the smoke dragon was heavily injured and the fleet had lost a lot, the "test" at this time was fatal. The smoke wolf clearly knew that under this situation, the possibility of them passing the test was very low.
However, if they didn't ask for reinforcements, the Smoke Dragon Fleet would still be in great danger under the harassment of the Player Clan.
In the past half a month, seven warships had been destroyed, and the remaining warships had more or less suffered damage.
Every time the players arrived, they would devour the warships like locusts. They were crazy to the point that they didn't care about their lives.
They were exhausted from all the killing.
If this continued, the smoke wolf even suspected that within a few months, this fleet would no longer exist under the "devouring" of the Player Clan.
Most importantly, if he could see results from killing the Player Clan, he would still be able to hold on.
However, the problem was that it had been more than half a month. They had killed wave after wave, but the number of attacking Player Clan did not decrease at all. Instead, it was increasing.
This was also the reason why the smoke wolf felt like breaking down. If it wasn't because of this, he wouldn't have clenched his teeth and asked for reinforcements.
The Player Clan did not oppress them in terms of strength, but it brought them mental devastation.
This was far more difficult for the smoke wolf to deal with than the oppression of strength.
Right now, the smoke wolf didn't know how long he could hold on.
However, the smoke dragon was still unconscious. He had no other choice but to hold on!
After the warship requesting for reinforcements sailed away from the coast, the smoke wolf sighed again.
He still remembered clearly that when the two brothers received the mission to investigate the "plunder" incident in the Kuilong Ocean, they were excited.
Because every time they went out on a mission, there would be huge profits to be reaped.
And that was exactly what they did. The major Chambers of Commerce continuously sent over spiritual materials and resources, allowing them to make a lot of money.
However, they didn't expect to fall into the hands of the Player Clan.
After the battle at the Void Ocean, the smoke dragon fleet had suffered a great loss.
At this moment, the siren suddenly sounded. Then, the smoke wolf heard a shout.
"The Player Clan is here. Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! "
"Blargh …"
The smoke wolf couldn't help but retch.
However, he had to stand up, pick up the sword beside him again, and lead the members of the Chamber of Commerce to kill the incoming Player Clan, the Nibbling Group …
In fact, the players didn't want to force others to kill and then break them down.
In fact, the players felt that this could be resolved through negotiation.
For example, the smoke wolf gave up on intercepting them and let them destroy the ships and decompose the parts in peace. Then, everyone could coexist peacefully.
This was also mentioned to the smoke wolf by some dumb players.
However, the smoke wolf's answer was a stab in the head.
Therefore, the negotiation broke down, and the players could only continue to steal the ships in this way.
In fact, to most of the players, they were suffering because the difficulty of this game was too high.
In order to steal the parts of the Smoke Dragon Warship, most of the players died again and again. Three hours passed, and another three hours passed. In the end, most of the players didn't even manage to decompose a single warship part.
This group of players had a lot of resentment.
They felt that their luck was terrible, and they were killed every time. They had enough of these days.
However, every time they saw on the forum that the stolen parts of the Smoke Dragon Warship were bought by the large Guilds at a high price, the Guilds exchanged them for a set of high-level equipment.
How could they not be jealous?
Obviously, they were envious, jealous, and even cursed TakeASpearHit in their hearts!
However, they were unwilling to give up. What if they succeeded the next time? Wouldn't it be a huge loss if they gave up halfway? Therefore, they could only persuade themselves that they would succeed the next time and continue to kill.
They wanted to be "lucky" once in the process of destroying the ships and then rise to fame.
Most of the unsuccessful gamers had this thought in mind and believed that perseverance would lead to victory.
Now, when the gamers saw Smoke Wolf, they had a headache. They felt that he was a "malignant tumor". He kept increasing the difficulty of carrying bricks. They couldn't stand him.
However, they couldn't defeat him and could only use their lives to destroy the ships. This process was like a card drawing game. If they didn't succeed, there was a high chance that they would be killed. The next card drawing would be three hours later …
In fact, the gamers were suffering, but Smoke Wolf was in more pain.
Both sides were torturing each other.
One side was fighting for benefits, while the other side was protecting their own benefits. They gritted their teeth in pain and persevered.
According to a gamer, he was fighting for 24 hours a day, every three hours, and he died at least five times a day. Do you think he was feeling good?
Fortunately, while the gamers were in pain, there were motivating rewards. At least they had something to look forward to, which was their source of motivation.
In comparison, Smoke Wolf's suffering was more than a hundred times that of the gamers. It was so unbearable that he was on the verge of collapse.
Not only were there no benefits, but the Warships were destroyed every day. The worst thing was that the Player Clan couldn't be killed …
…
After persevering for three days, Smoke Wolf felt like he was in a trance.
He was considered lucky because some of the crew members were tortured to insanity.
After killing a wave of Player Clan members, they continued to brandish their weapons and shout "Kill, kill, kill, kill." They had fallen into a state of madness and had completely collapsed.
Faced with such a situation, Smoke Wolf was at a loss.
He thought of trying to motivate the members of the Chamber of Commerce and get them to persevere a little longer.
But in reality, he couldn't say any words of encouragement because he himself was on the verge of collapse. He couldn't squeeze anything out of his mind, just like a ball of paste.
Even if he closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while, the scene of the Player Clan's attack would suddenly appear in his mind. He would wake up with a start, grab his sword, and rush forward to fight.
It became a conditioned reflex, so practiced that Smoke Wolf felt sorry for himself.
For the past few days, Smoke Wolf looked forward to the arrival of reinforcements every day so that they could have a good rest, even if it was half a day, or even an hour.
He couldn't stand the days of fear any longer.
"Guild Master!"
At this moment, a shout came, and Smoke Wolf jumped up reflexively.
"Guild Master, someone committed suicide!"
"Clatter!"
His sword fell on the deck. Smoke Wolf's bloodshot face showed a dull expression. He turned to look at his subordinate.
"Don't report such things to me in the future!"
After saying that, he fell to the ground again and looked at the blue sky with listless eyes, cherishing the short rest.
"Guild Master!"
At this moment, another shout made Smoke Wolf grab the sword beside him reflexively and jump up.
"Guild Master, there's a ship in the distance. It's a warship that was sent out to request reinforcements. The reinforcements are here, the reinforcements are here!"
This shout was like a cardiac stimulant, making all the members of the Smoke Dragon Chamber of Commerce, who were on the verge of collapse, cry tears of joy.
The dull and oppressive atmosphere was broken at this moment, and all the members of the Smoke Dragon Chamber of Commerce couldn't help but cheer.
Many people shed tears on the spot, and even Smoke Wolf's eyes were moist.
They had waited for this moment for far too long, and the reinforcements were the motivation for them to persevere until now.
Although the process was extremely difficult and torturous, they managed to persevere until this moment!
They were finally free!
"Ahhhhh!" Smoke Wolf's long hair fluttered in the wind. He raised his sword and couldn't help but howl at the sea.
After fighting in the sea for so many years, none of the members of the Smoke Dragon Chamber of Commerce expected that they would be so excited for reinforcements.
Thinking back to the most dangerous period in the past, when they defeated enemies several times their number, they were not as excited as they were now.
The dark and torturous days were finally over.
However, as the battleships approached, the smile on Smoke Wolf's face suddenly froze.
Behind the battleships that they sent out for reinforcements, the clear word "Mu Te" hung high on the mast of the main ship, and a group of blue battleships with metallic luster followed closely behind.
Smoke Wolf knew all the "War Chambers" in the nearby sea area and had contact with them before.
However, there was no Mu Te Chamber of Commerce among these war chambers, and the only Mu Te Chamber of Commerce they knew was the Mu Te Sea Nation, which was the force that the Sea King was in.
As the battleships approached, a figure suddenly leaped from the main ship. A black full moon appeared between the person's eyebrows, and the person quickly flew toward the Smoke Dragon Chamber of Commerce.
"Vice Guild Master, should we activate the protective shield?" a subordinate asked quickly.
"No need, wait for him!" Smoke Wolf said with a gloomy face.
The Sea King's figure approached at this moment and landed on the front deck.
"Sea King! What are you doing here? "Smoke Wolf immediately asked in a deep voice.
Looking at the disheveled Smoke Wolf, a smile appeared on the Sea King's face. Then, he took out a scroll from his halo.
"Why do you think I'm here?"
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