"Lippa, you can leave now!" Yarlin waved his hand to dismiss Lippa.
Lippa's expression changed, but a hint of jealousy flashed through his eyes. He realized that Klaur wouldn't die here. Not only that, this lucky fellow might even leave this place alive after knowing Yarlin's secret.
He didn't dare to object to Yarlin's decision, but that didn't stop him from transferring his hatred to Klaur.
Lippa turned around and slowly left.
"What are we going to do now?" Klaur blinked his eyes as he looked at the conversion chambers that had shrunk back to the surface. There were 20 or so recruits scattered on the surface.
Klaur's fear towards the broodmother's nest receded a little, but he was more curious about it. He slowly walked to the inner wall and boldly touched the fungus blanket with his finger. The roots inside were like pulsating blood vessels as they strangely contracted.
"Do we still need to look around?" Yarlin squinted his eyes, but he wasn't in a hurry.
"Are there living things inside?" Klaur retracted his finger.
"The broodmother's guards. Anyone who enters or attempts to leave without permission will die here." Yarlin linked up with the recruits in front of him in his consciousness. They quickly lined up in two rows and stood silently beside him.
Klaur revealed a pensive expression, then looked at Yarlin and shook his head. "There's no need to look around anymore. Speaking of which, are we planning to leave now? Aren't we going back the way we came?"
Klaur's observation skills were indeed outstanding. From the moment Yarlin sent Lippa away, he guessed that this broodmother's nest didn't only have the prison's entrance.
"Let's go!" Yarlin patted the fungus blanket. An opening that could fit one person suddenly split open in the closed inner wall. Yarlin walked in, and the converted recruits followed behind him in a single file. Klaur followed at the back.
The pitch black and cold tunnel extended for an unknown distance. Klaur could only judge from the shift in the center of gravity that they were climbing towards the surface.
In the town of Shields, a remote slope covered by a forest suddenly trembled. A dark crack appeared, and a group of people walked out from it.
The ground healed, revealing an inconspicuous black fungus carpet. It was surrounded by soil and grass. A few recruits crouched down, their hands moving like a bulldozer as they covered the fungus carpet with the thick soil, creating a layer of camouflage.
Unless one was very unlucky or deliberately looking for it, the average person wouldn't notice the strange fungus blanket buried in the soil.
Crowe looked at the coast from afar. From his position, he could already see the outline of the coast. A lone ship was anchored at the edge of the coast.
The ship was in the shape of a shuttle, and the sails had already been raised. There were a few figures on the ship patrolling back and forth. Yarlin and the others walked over, and soon, a deck was set up. They walked up and the ship quickly left the shore.
Klaur observed carefully. From the pace and posture of those figures, they were the Marines of 153 Branch, but at the moment, they had all taken off their military uniforms. The ship was in a mess, and at first glance, one would think that it was a group of pirates.
The ship left the coast, and after a while, the flag on the sails was replaced with a Red Skull pirate flag. Klaur stared at the flag, and the name of a pirate group appeared in his mind, "Red Skull Pirates!"
In the end, the destruction of the Black Cats, the capture of Zangal, and his being forced to join the Marines, all of these instigators have an inseparable relationship with the Red Skull Pirates.
"You just said that I want to split the sea and become the King!" Yarlin put his hands on the side of the ship, the sea breeze blew his hair, and a pair of eyes slightly blurred as he looked at the sea: "Then I'll tell you about my overall plan now. The Red Skull Pirates are an important chess piece in this plan …"
The recruits quietly entered the cabin. They had simple thinking and could understand most of the instructions. They had already changed into pirate clothes that had been prepared for a long time.
Klaur quietly listened to Yarlin's plan from the bow of the ship. His expression changed from shock at the beginning to excitement later, and then to thinking at the end. He had to admit that Yarlin's plan seemed crazy, like a madman's plan, but if you think about it carefully, it is not whimsical, but has the possibility of success.
Of course, this is just a strategic plan. The implementation of the specific process will definitely involve countless small links. Each link needs to be carefully considered, and the connection between the links needs to be strictly implemented.
These things were definitely not something that could be planned in one step. It could only be a rough plan. The execution of many things still needed to be adjusted according to the specific situation in the future. Such a huge plan involved a lot of people and conflicts in all aspects. This was definitely not something that could be taken care of by one person. A large number of loyal men of sacrifice, as well as talents who could take charge of a region, were needed to coordinate and carry out the plan.
Klaur thought about it in his heart. He probably understood his position and role in Yarlin's eyes, and a feeling of being trusted involuntarily rose in his heart. This feeling was something that he had never felt before.
The ship sailed smoothly on the sea. Six days later, two ships that also flew the flag of the Red Skull Pirates converged on the sea shrouded in fog.
"The Black Cats have been wiped out by our Navy Branch 153." Yarlin stood at the bow of the ship, holding the bounty list of the Black Cats in his hand. The bounty list drifted with the wind and was swept into the sea by the churning waves.
Calci stood 5 meters behind Yarlin. His eyes were staring at the pirate ship. The flag of the Red Skull Pirates was hanging on the bow of the ship. The people on the ship were dressed as pirates, exuding a strong aura. Especially the fish-men pirates, they gave people a sense of danger.
"As a reward, it is also according to the agreement." Yarlin turned around and looked at Calci with a gentle smile on his face, "The Red Skull Pirates must be strengthened. This ship and the pirates on it are the first batch of support that our Navy Branch 153 will give you!"
Calci's face slightly changed. He opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but he heard another man wearing glasses with a cold smile say, "Captain Calci shouldn't refuse Lieutenant Yarlin's kindness. Rest assured, this is also for the sake of the Red Skull Pirates. After all, with the addition of a new force, the Red Skull Pirates will be able to quickly grow and swallow the surrounding small pirate groups."
"Who are you?" Calci looked at Klaur and asked.
"I used to be a pirate on the Black Cats. Thanks to the Red Skull Pirates, the Black Cats were completely destroyed." Crowe's tone was filled with killing intent, "Right now, I just want to find a new home for my pirate brothers. If Captain Calci refuses, then we, the Black Cat Pirates, will be more than happy to hang up our flag again. At that time …"
"Heh heh heh … Naturally, it's an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye." Klaur held the frame of his glasses with his wrist. Five sharp blades were ejected from his gloves, exuding a cold aura.
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