V3.Chapter 22

(It's a storm, it looks like the water is going to rise. The power supply has been cut off. It uses the remaining power of the notebook. I can write as much as I can. It should be enough to write two more.)

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In the twilight of dusk.

A figure stretched long on the road. Sauron was shrouded in a wide cloak and entered this once prosperous place again.

Arendelle's prosperity was propped up by trade and taxes.

With the port blocked by the navies of the southern kingdoms, Arendelle's trade was completely cut off, and many ordinary civilians lost their jobs in the port and had to find other ways to make a living. A large amount of goods are piled up near the tavern and hotel. There are hundreds of merchant ships coming and going here every day. Once all of them are blocked here, many goods cannot be transported out. Many places in the city are complaining, businessmen who are chasing profits will not think so much, they only hope that this war will end as soon as possible.

Sauron pushed open the door of the tavern.

In the evening, the weather changed suddenly, and it rained heavily all of a sudden. It was almost summer, and the season of heavy rain was coming.

The snow and ice are about to melt under the rain, and soon this cold country will appear green.

"Damn bastard!"

A big drunk man raised his head, looked at Sauron who was blowing in a cold wind because he pushed the door open, and cursed, "Hurry up and close the door or I'll throw you out."

Sauron walked in front of him with an expressionless face, then stretched out his hand and pinched his neck like a duck, and then the big man weighing more than two hundred pounds was easily lifted up by him and threw it in. The stinky gutter outside the tavern. This time the tavern was finally quiet. Others stared at Sauron with suspicious eyes, and some people who looked like adventurers stared at him playfully, as if guessing his occupation.

"A glass of good rum."

Sauron shook his cloak and ordered a glass of the best rum. But instead of drinking it by himself, he placed it on the opposite side of the seat.

He tapped his fingers and waited, and the others quickly turned their attention to other things.

It was just throwing out a drunkard with a dirty mouth. No one would care too much about this kind of thing, so the adventurers on the side were very interested in Sauron.

About thirty minutes later.

The door of the tavern was opened again, and a gloomy man with scars at the corners of his eyes walked in. He was about thirty years old. After glancing at the tavern with his sharp eyes, he sat directly opposite Sauron.

"Your Mightiness."

The gloomy man handed over a document from under the table. Then he said, "This is what you want."

"Yeah." Sauron nodded lightly.

Then tossing a diamond over, he pointed to the rum on the table, and said, "Please. When did the Thieves Guild start registering my information?"

The gloomy man's expression was a little hesitant, but after meeting Sauron's gaze, he immediately lowered his head and said, "October last year."

"We will collect any valuable intelligence, and your Excellency has always been our focus."

Sauron nodded slightly, without much expression.

He got up and stood up, glanced at the gloomy man in front of him, and then said: "There is time for your boss to come and see me. I have something to talk to him about."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the heavy rain.

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The pier under the heavy rain looked dead silent.

Many piles of goods are placed near the warehouse like this. After the port is blocked, these goods cannot be shipped out. It is estimated that they can only be sold at low prices in a short time or kept in storage. On the side of the dock is a low shack. Even the wealthy Arendelle could not avoid a group of poor people. There are many strong men sitting under the eaves in a daze. Most of them are coolies at the wharf, relying on selling their energy to support their families. Now the wharf has no work. These people can only sit here idle.

Sauron, who was walking alone in the rainstorm, was a bit noticeable.

People looked at him curiously, wanting to know what this man who looked like an adventurer was going to do.

Because of the heavy rain, the patrolling guards are taking shelter from the rain. So under the darkness of night, no one disturbed Sauron's work. He came to the edge of the pier step by step, and then stood in the water. Sauron pulled out a dagger that reflected light golden light slightly, and then cut a bloody hole in his palm. Drops of blood fell into the sea, and when Sauron stretched his palm into the sea, a magic light that was invisible to the naked eye spread out.

"What happened over there just now?"

A boy who looked at most fifteen or sixteen shook his head, then rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "Did you just see it? It seems that a light has spread out!"

A shake of his head answered him, and the others nearby didn't seem to see anything.

"Did I read it wrong again?" The boy's expression was a little frustrated, he stretched out his hand and clasped his feet, staring at the sky in a daze.

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deep water port.

On the surface of the sea dozens of kilometers away from the port, a wave of waves suddenly broke out, and then the sea water separated to the left and right, and a black mast rushed out from the bottom of the sea. The ghost sails opened rapidly, the hull of the Deathtalker broke out of the waves, and the undead started to work. With the icy chill of the night, a mist spread out from the nearby sea area, and then the ghost ship flew with an extremely fast speed. Speed ​​sailed in the direction of Arendelle.

It felt Sauron's call!

As a quasi-legendary necromancer, the Deathspeaker possesses the ability to navigate autonomously.

Viper Island.

The once-destroyed base camp has been re-established, but apparently not on the original scale.

Now it is just a transfer station, as a supply point for overseas routes.

calm sea.

A huge black shadow gradually floated up. The first thing that came out of the sea were sharp bone spurs, and then black scales. This huge ocean monster floated on the sea and stayed in place for a while, then it seemed to sense some kind of call, and it swam towards the northern seas. The speed is high.

The master is calling it!

The blood tells the location of its owner, and it can track the location even thousands of miles away.

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Arendelle's Pier.

Sauron slowly retracted his palm, and the wound in his palm was almost healed. He stared at the vast sea under the night, then turned to look at Arendelle's palace, and murmured, "It's three more days."