After making an appointment with Toh the Prophet and his followers to send the ship, Laing could not stand Veronica's pleading and coquettishness. He brought everyone directly to the pearl seabed near the city of Satusha. With the help of Salt Grudge, Veronica directly bought high-quality pearls from the local pearl divers. The price was three times lower than the price in the outside world. Not to mention Veronica, even the Holy Grail Knights like Kalad and Anthelm were extremely tempted. Soon, the purchase of one person became the purchase of a large group of people. Most of the Holy Grail Knights, Knight Attendants, and Old Guard who followed Laing to the island could not help but spend money to buy high-quality pearls. Even Kalad and Anthelm could not hold back. Seeing that Laing did not object, the two Holy Grail Knights also took out their real money.
There was no other way. The factory sold the pearls directly, and the quality was guaranteed. If they were not satisfied, they could replace the pearls on the spot and guarantee a refund. There were no middlemen to earn the difference in price. The buyers spent less, and the sellers earned more. In just one day, the volume of sales was far ahead!
If you wanted to buy pearls, of course you would come to Satusha!
Of course, only Laing and his group dared to buy pearls directly like this, because the whole pearl ship was surrounded by thugs, mercenaries, pirates, and wandering villagers. These people were always staring at those who came to show off their wealth, especially those who took out real money to buy pearls. As long as they showed the slightest flaw, they would take action and rob their wealth, take their gold and silver, and turn them into slaves. At the same time, they would return the pearls to the pearl divers.
This was the traditional art of the residents of Satusha.
The problem was that not only did Leon and his group appear to be very powerful, they were actually very powerful. The pirates looked at each other. Even the most vicious and fearless pirates did not dare to make a move, for fear of losing their lives. The Pirate Code stated that a life for a life and that everyone had the right to protect themselves. This meant that whoever had the bigger fist would have the right to speak. Whatever they snatched would belong to them, but if they lost their lives because of this, they deserved it.
After having dinner at the famous Bull's Head Restaurant, Laing, Veronica, Olica, Kalad, Antelm, and the returning Fedmond walked on the Bashir Pier under the dusk. This was the best pier in the whole of Satusha, and also the territory of Salt Grudge. Her flagship had more than a hundred cannons and more than eight hundred sailors. The Swordfish, which could house an entire legion, was anchored here. On the pier, Mrs. Kiesler and the Northkar people crowded together to play cards. The Empire people and the Brittany people huddled together to drink wine. The undead cannoneers and green-skinned crossbowmen had a shooting competition, the ogres and lizardmen had a javelin competition, and the dwarven butchers and dark elf pirates had a barbecue.
Satusha was perhaps the only place in the whole world that could see such a scene.
Other than that, there was no lack of peddlers selling all kinds of rare treasures from all over the world. Not to mention the Old World and the New World, even tea from Aurora, spices from Indy, sake from clay pots, and lacquerware were sold. Under the strict control of Salt Grudge, the Bashir Pier was relatively orderly, and well-equipped pirate crews came and went.
What made Veronica and Olica unhappy was that there were many dancers and waitresses on the Bashir Pier. These shrewd women often wore heavy makeup. When Laing and his group appeared, they immediately realized that this group of people was rich, and they all stuck to them. "Sir, hire me. I'm the best at serving people."
"Sir, hire me. My waist is super strong."
"Sir, I can scrub people's backs."
"Sir, hire me. I'm the best at playing the flute!"
"Get out of here, all of you!" Veronica sneered and spat out a dozen torrents of fire from her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, Witch Garland summoned several flaming skulls that spun around her, scaring away all the women around her. "Dear, you only need Olica and my service. You don't need them, right?"
"Ah, it's my first time in Satusha. Is this the Pirate Dukedom you speak of? I love it! " Laing's expression was a little excited. "I didn't expect to see so many virtuous artists here. They bring me so much positive energy."
"Hahaha!" Kalad stroked his beard helplessly. "My king, you don't dare to say such things outside. You can't even joke about it. Otherwise, you will definitely be impeached."
"It's just a joke." Before Laing could say anything else, a big man from Kislöw came up to them obsequiously. "Gentlemen, do you need manpower? I'm from the Kislöw Bear Gang, Guhuiyanov! "
If Ingrid had been there, she would have remembered that this was the same Mrs. Keesler who had troubled her in Magritte. Because of a quarrel with Forgan and his party, Guhuyanov had brought his men to Satusa and was now earning a living as a dockworker on the docks.
"No, thank you." Laing shook his head and motioned him to go away.
"Okay, no problem, sir. I wish you all the best in three days!" Seeing that Laing didn't want it, the big man from Kislöw retreated flatteringly. "Essun wishes you all the best."
"Well, thank you for your blessing, but I really don't need it." Laing thought that Mrs. Kiesler was quite polite. "Let's go, everyone. We're here."
The Blacksmith Tavern was the largest, busiest, and also the best tavern in Satusha. It served everything from the simplest Brittany ale that cost one copper for a cup and a half to the best wine from the High Elves. The owner of the tavern was Mr. Smith from the Empire. He used to be an Empire navy officer, but was expelled and deported because of serious drunkenness and theft. It took him a few years to come to Satusha. Smith had no other skills, but he was very good at gambling. He won the tavern by throwing dice.
People from all over the Old World gathered in the tavern. Nobles from Tyrell, Estalia, and Araby often met with pirate lords here to discuss how to grant "privateering licenses" and how to hire pirates to fight their rivals. Therefore, although the lobby on the first floor was a scene of brawls and sumo wrestling, there were elite guards at the entrance of the second floor watching the staircase to prevent the situation from escalating. As the owner of the tavern, Smith obviously welcomed people from the Empire. Every person from the Empire who came here could get a free cup of Brittany ale and a piece of rye bread, but he showed a sour face to people from other countries.
In a private room on the second floor, everyone was discussing their next strategy in front of a map, isolating themselves from the noise outside.
There was a long wooden table in the room, with two rows of armchairs on both sides.
"Our plan is roughly divided into two steps." Laing pointed his finger at the coast of Blackwater Bay until the Sea Gate. "First, we must not rush to attack the Eight Peaks Mountain. The Eight Peaks Mountain is indeed too far from the Sea Gate. Therefore, we must not rush to attack."
Kalad nodded, but the Great Grail of the Sanctum raised an objection. "But if we do that, we will consume more food. Can the army support us?"
"The consumption of food is actually secondary. The real trouble in fighting in the Evil Lands is the psychological pressure and the discomfort caused by the bad environment." Laing explained. "Moreover, this is the first expedition of such a large army with so many cannons and muskets. How do we coordinate the tactics of cannons and cavalry? How do we ensure that there are no problems in the cooperation between the wizard corps and the army? These are all the difficulties we are facing now. Everyone has never fought a battle like this before. I think everyone knows very well how the Brittany fought before."
"First, send a large group of serf infantry to join the battlefield to form a front line. Let the serf archers keep shooting arrows to lure the enemy to fight with the serfs. Then the knights will take the opportunity to attack from the side or the back." Anthelme smiled. The Grail Knight looked quite elegant and easy-going. "Of course, there are many changes … I guess, Your Majesty, you want to use this opportunity to train the troops?"
"Training is only one aspect." Leon shook his head. "Of course, training the soldiers is very important, and that is indeed my plan. But first of all, this great expedition will involve a lot of people and will take a relatively long time. We have to win from the beginning, and we have to win continuously to build the confidence of the soldiers. Whether it is from the perspective of the morale of our entire army or from the perspective of Brittania, we have to win continuously from the beginning to build everyone's confidence in us."
"Second, training. The army has come from afar. It is also very important for them to adapt to the environment, adapt to the cooperative tactics, and adapt to the tactics and attack methods of the Green Skins. According to Blackheart Reaper's intelligence, the Green Skins along Blackwater Bay are generally weak. Most of the coastal strongholds are only a group of a few hundred wild Green Skins. We can use them to train the troops first."
Laing's words were very correct. Kalad, Anthelme, and Fedmond all nodded. Indeed, for an expedition of such a scale, they must first win a few battles to strengthen the confidence of the entire army, and even the entire kingdom and the entire Old World in Laing and the Brittany. This was especially important.
As soon as Laing finished speaking, Veronica came up and said, "Your Excellencies of the Grail Knights, I would like to add a few points here. Perhaps to you, glory and belief are the most important. Yes, I have never said that you are wrong, but I think I have to emphasize that not everyone is like you. Most people participate in this war to gain benefits, tangible benefits, benefits that can be seen and touched! This includes and is not limited to gold and silver, military merits and medals, and even opportunities for promotion and promotion. This is what everyone wants. Only when they get these will they have motivation! Your Excellencies, Eight Peaks Mountain is too far away and too illusory. Even if we march at full speed or even force our way through, the Green Skins and Rat Men of Eight Peaks Mountain will definitely discover us … "
"I understand what you mean, Madam Veronica." Kalad expressed his understanding and nodded. "I know very well, Madam Veronica. The Holy Grail and glory are higher pursuits for us, but it's different for the serfs. We can't use our standards to ask the serfs. What they want is promotion and wealth. I understand."
"We also want to be rich. Who told you, Kalad, that we knights don't want to be rich?" Anthelme still maintained his smile. "Don't treat your situation as ours, Kalad. Let me tell you, the knights also want to be promoted and rich. The ranger knights want to be promoted to kingdom knights, the kingdom knights want to be barons, and the expedition knights want to be favored by the ladies. We also want to be rich, conquer the Evil Land, plunder the fortresses of the Green Skins, and take everything away from them."
"That's right. There's no need to talk about the way of knights with the Green Skins." Laing nodded. "And there's one last reason."
"After we attack, plunder, and destroy all the Green Skin strongholds along the entire Blackwater Bay, we arrive at the Sea Gate Pass. Then we use the Sea Gate Pass as our stronghold to attack, plunder, and destroy all the Green Skin strongholds and tribes within 80 kilometers of the Sea Gate Pass." Laing pointed his finger at the Sea Gate Pass. "And this is our first step of the strategy. Once this is completed, the entire Evil Land of the West's Green Skin Tribe will only become a mess and will no longer be a threat to us. Then we will proceed to the second step of the plan and march to the Eight Peaks Mountain!"
"Very good." Fedmond took the initiative to speak. "The only question is, does King Belega agree with our plan?"
"He won't disagree." Laing said seriously. "We need each other. The Dwarves also need victory. We also need it."
"Very good. Then let's do it?" Kalad no longer had any objections. "By the way, if … I mean if, Irinasa – Saltwater's Hatred also joins us, my king, what will you do? I think it's very difficult for me to accept the pirates … "
"Salt Grudge won't join our operation." Laing shook his head. "She will soon sail to the north. It is said that her biological father is looking for an ancient artifact – the Calamity of Craken – at the Ice Lake Bend near Obien Island. And she will pay the price for the actions of the Noska people and the Chaos Beasts killing the sea creatures."
"Not only that, the Auster Territory has already planned a very large military operation next year. The eldest son of Elector Wamir, Oleg – Von Zhukov, will lead a huge army of 20,000 people to attack Noska with the help of Salt Grudge's pirate fleet. And this time, it is said that Oleg not only plans to attack the coast of Noska, he even plans to go deep into the hinterland of the Noska Mountain Range to attack the meeting places, towns, and altars with ancient history." Fedmond also said, "If that's the case, Salt Grudge will definitely not join us. And I also suggest that we don't spend the night in Satusa. Let's leave as soon as possible. The Landuin is already waiting in the open sea. We can take the ship directly from Queen Bashir's dock."
"Yes, I think so too … Then let's do it!" Laing finally made a decision. "Let's not stay here. Let's go now!"
"Yes!"
… I'm the section dividing line that everyone wants to get rich …
Old World, south coast of Blackwater Bay, Giant Tower in the territory of the Green Skin Tribe, Tribulation Teeth.
Even in the Barren Wasteland, how the Green Skins appeared and how they were born was still a mystery. This was because this race never had the habit of recording their own history. The ancient legends passed down by word of mouth never mentioned anything related to time. The only thing they wanted to do was to have a good fight with others. They would endlessly look for opponents and smash the opponent's face without any reason. If they could not find an enemy in a short period of time, they would fight to the death with their brothers in the tribe.
The ones who occupied the Giant Tower were a large group of Green Skins and Goblins. Aside from the Goblins, the Green Skins were a branch of the Green Skins. This group of Green Skins was different from the Green Skins near the Roof of the World. They worshipped the power of the prophet. This group of Green Skins never wore any armor. Instead, they wore simple tattoos and various crude ornaments. They used the simplest wooden sticks and stones to fight with their enemies. Obviously, their defense was lower, but their attack power was higher. They were never afraid of bleeding and death.
On a day at the end of November, the green-skinned warlord of the Giant Tower, Gerzbad, led his green-skinned boys along the desolate and lonely coastline, looking for an opportunity to fight. At the same time, they also looked for delicious food — fart essence.
In Gerzbad's opinion, there were many types of Fart Spirits. One type needed to be roasted and eaten, while the other could be eaten raw. There were also those that were dipped in sauce and those that were not suitable for eating.
Unfortunately, the fart spirits that the green-skinned warlords found today were not very good. Gertzbad stretched out his large hand and grabbed a handful of fart spirits. He placed them next to his nostrils and sniffed. "Let me smell. What do fart spirits smell like in this place?"
A pungent smell made Gerzbad frown. "There's an internal smell! But this smell is too strong. It's better to roast it! "
"Boys! Prepare the fire! "
"Yes, Boss!"
The Goblins were busy. Before the fire was lit, the sails of the Human fleet had already risen from the other side of the sea.
"Boss! Boss! Not good! Not good! " The Goblin was so scared that he threw the Fart Spirits on the ground and rushed toward Gerzbad frantically. "There, there's a ship. It's a big ship!"
"Human shrimps? That's the Human shrimps' boat! " Gerzbad stood up excitedly. The Green Skin Warlord grabbed his axe and chopped the Goblin who rushed forward to report into two. "It's the Human shrimps! Hahaha, there's finally a fight! "
"Boys! We have opponents! "
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