There was not a single green plant on the bumpy ground, and the distant mountain peak looked like it had been gnawed away by something. This place was not a plain but a forest.
The sky was hazy, and the surroundings were shrouded in fog. This was no ordinary fog, but a strange phenomenon caused by the collision of countless spells. There was also a chance that this fog was laced with fatal poison.
Upon closer inspection, one could see many trenches. The soldiers of the Ross Empire were scattered around the trenches, their eyes empty. Some were sitting on the ground in a daze, some were resting, and some had their heads lowered in prayer.
At this moment, at the very front of the trenches, five well-equipped individuals were seated together. Uncle Grier was humming a little tune as he cleaned his two somewhat worn-out swords. Lilith was wearing a hat, her eyes closed as she rested. Oro had stabbed his greatsword into the ground, using it as a backrest. The elf Theodore had made five small mounds of dirt, each of which had a wooden stick inscribed in the language of the elves. She clasped her hands together and bowed to the mounds.
Lin Chade yawned. How many days had it been since he came to the battlefield? He had forgotten. It felt like a long time had passed.
Modern magic warfare was far beyond his imagination. There were no scenes of two armies charging together. You could not see the other side, and the other side could not see you. All sorts of terrifying long-range spells bombarded each other, as if to see who could kill more soldiers.
The role of these soldiers, aside from being destroyed by the enemy's artillery, was to protect the barrier on the walls.
At this moment, there was a terrifying roar on the battlefield. In an instant, a huge laser beam streaked across the battlefield, hitting the high walls. Suddenly, a dozen or so huge magic arrays appeared on the walls, blocking the laser beam.
* Boom boom boom! *
The surroundings suddenly darkened. No, that was not right. The laser beam was too bright. The ground shook, and the soil was shaken, falling into the trenches. To the soldiers in the trenches, this was like a rain of stones. Sand would often seep in through the gaps in their armor, making them suffer for a whole day.
The laser beam lasted for about six or seven seconds before it slowly dimmed and finally disappeared. Then, the back of the walls suddenly lit up. Countless fireballs soared into the sky, covering the entire sky. They flew across the battlefield, followed by a series of explosions.
Things like this had happened countless times, but neither side had made any big moves.
"How boring. I really want to charge up and kill a few enemies, or be killed by them."
Greer blew on his sword, which was stained with dirt again. His jokes were always so funny.
The others ignored him because they were not in the mood and did not have the strength to do so.
At this moment, a sobbing sound came from afar. It seemed that someone had broken down.
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On the second day of the voyage, the rooms on the Beaver were not bad, but the swaying was very uncomfortable.
The Demon King woke up early in the morning and realized that the corridor was filled with people. They were all gathered around Room 06 and discussing something.
"I heard that she died last night. The door was locked from the inside. I don't know who did it."
"Last night? Strange, we didn't hear anything. "
"Maybe the sound of the waves was muffled. There are signs of a fight in the room. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be no sound. The people next door must have heard it …"
After that, everyone looked at a strange man with a black sun painted on his forehead. His hairline was very high, and no one knew where he came from. His earlobes were frighteningly large.
"Don't look at me. I didn't hear anything."
He said coldly. His weapons might be the iron rings around his waist, but that was too strange.
No one said anything. No matter what, he was the most suspicious. There were three people in the other room, and they all said that they were in the other room. Even so, they could not escape suspicion.
"Everyone, listen to me!"
At this time, someone stood up. He was the middle-aged uncle who lived next door to the Demon King. He had a small team, and behind him were three people who looked like sailors.
"My name is Rankins. Friends should have heard of this humble one's name. I express my regret and sorrow for what happened last night. Don't forget, we are going to save people! Why did such a terrible thing happen when we were about to set off? "
He showed a sorrowful expression.
"Rankins? That sea merchant Rankins? "
"No way! Why would he be on this ship? "
Sure enough, as he expected, there were people who had heard of this name. Rankins, one of the sea tycoons, monopolized 10% of the sea market, and was very rich.
Therefore, everyone was very puzzled that such a rich person would personally go to this unreliable ship. As long as he wanted to go to the Dead Curtain Strait, he could even form a sea army to escort him.
"Regarding this, I believe that the biggest reason for this to happen is the captain's irresponsibility! It was caused by the unfair allocation of rooms. This was a tragedy that could have been avoided. "Rankins lowered his head and mourned for a few seconds.
Everyone followed suit and lowered their heads.
"It's all that bastard captain's fault! He actually let us sleep on the deck last night! "
"That's right! Why can you sleep in a room! "
"There's another person who occupies a room!"
Saying this, everyone pointed their spears at that strange man, and the white-robed woman diagonally opposite the Demon King. She seemed to have sensed the Demon King's gaze and also looked at him.
"Everyone quiet down. I have an idea about this! Why don't we elect a temporary person to be in charge and let him distribute the rooms fairly. This way, everyone can stay in a room. "Rankins said.
"Hey! That's a good idea! I agree! "
"I agree too!"
Sure enough, as the Demon King expected, other than those who had rooms, everyone else agreed to this proposal. In other words, most people stood on Rankins' side.
It was a good trick. There were two types of people on this ship. One was those who were kept in the dark and thought that this was a rescue mission. The other was those who had other motives and came for something on the ship. It could be concluded that the people who lived in the rooms were the second type.
Then, the first type of people who didn't have rooms would definitely be very dissatisfied. Why did they not receive the corresponding treatment when they were all out to sea to rescue people? Therefore, they were very angry and easily incited by others.
"Looking at it now, I think that with the current allocation of rooms, one room needs to be occupied by four or five people. Therefore, I think that the temporary person in charge needs to discuss with Sir Man-eating Shark and see if he can give up two or three rooms. At least it won't be so crowded."
Here it comes. With Rankins' methods, he clearly knew that these people sleeping on the deck would definitely not dare to talk to the Man-eating Shark, so he insisted that they did not dare to stand up.
And the others who had rooms would definitely not want to do these troublesome things. Moreover, they were hated, and the people sleeping on the deck would definitely not support them.
The Demon King frowned. It seemed that trouble had come. Rankins had become the temporary person in charge, and one thing he would definitely do was to let the second type of people leave the room. This was not only to protect himself, but also an attack. As long as they left the room, it was equivalent to leaving their own safe zone, and Rankins could make a move on them at any time.
Or he might use the excuse of investigating the murderer to investigate everyone's luggage. The first type of people would definitely only bring daily necessities like food and clothes, but the second type of people would be different.
"Let Mr. Rankins do it!"
"Yes, yes! You do it. You have experience in sailing and management, you are definitely the only one qualified here! "
As expected, Rankins was supported as the temporary person in charge. Then, the next step was how the room owner would express his opinion.
At this time, the doors of many rooms were closed. The Demon King also noticed that a few pairs of eyes were looking at him.
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