For travelers who drift on the water all year round, sailing is really a boring and boring hard work. The unpredictable climate, strong storms, monotonous life, and even the intrusion and attacks of sea monsters and underwater monsters, how can all this happen?
It's not all that fun and wonderful to watch.
But for those who have just stepped onto the deck, assuming that possible seasickness or fear of water is not considered, sailing on the endless blue ocean actually feels quite good.
When the morning came and the sun gradually rose, the three fast sailing ships, the Albatross, the Pearl, and the Old Fish, had already arrived on the sea more than five or sixty kilometers away from the coastline. In such a situation, even if there were occasional goblin airships,
Flying near the coast of Bracada, there is no trace of the "NATO Commando".
Since there was no possibility of being discovered, the "guests" on the three ships got out of their small cabins one after another and came to the upper deck to breathe in the fresh air that they had not seen for a long time.
At the same time, the ship's servants, who had been arranged long ago, brought out a large amount of dry food, cooked sausages and ale to feed the elite warriors.
"Hehe, I didn't expect the food here to be pretty good. Especially the ale, it's quite spacious!"
Guderian has not had a drink for a long time since he left Azurite City to fight. Today he finally found some free time and immediately occupied a whole barrel by himself, laughing proudly while drinking.
"Be careful and don't get drunk, otherwise we will throw you overboard and feed the fish." After White arranged the meals for all the Olympus warriors, he took a loaf of thick bread and started chewing it.
"Haha. Don't worry, this little ale is nothing." The silver-bearded dwarf shook his head indifferently. At the same time, he took a large wooden cup, scooped out a large cup of fragrant and delicious ale from the barrel, and handed it to White.
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"You guy." White glared at the dwarf again, then smiled helplessly and took the wine glass.
At the same time, Moriarty was sitting on the railing at the stern of the boat with a long fishing rod in his hand. While fishing, he looked down boredly at the waves that were constantly rising up as the sailboat passed by ten meters below his feet.
White spray foam. Silence.
Many soldiers from other city-states around him couldn't help but feel puzzled and surprised when they saw the Olympus commander looking as leisurely as if he were on vacation. Among them, there were a few captain-looking people who seemed to want to come forward and have a chat with Moriarty.
sentence, but in the end he didn't take a step, he just walked away quietly.
"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Moriarty?"
At this time, a warrior wearing dark green leather armor jumped out of the crowd and walked over slowly. However, before he could get close, he was coldly stopped by three Naga guards.
"Yes, I'm Moriarty."
Moriarty turned his head and saw clearly that it was an elf warrior who was quite rare in Brakada, and then smiled slightly.
The elf is tall and thin, with short blond hair, and a few light red scars on his handsome face that are particularly conspicuous. And his long pointed ears that are a racial symbol are even more eye-catching, and people can't help but look at him.
I have the urge to go up and grab one. However, behind this elf is carrying an exquisite long bow. Under the illumination of the rising sun, there is a faint electric light shining from time to time on the bowstring of the long bow.
.It seems that it is undoubtedly a magic prop.
", entrusted by the Lord of Greenland City to participate in this 'Operation North Wind'." The elf reported directly to himself.
"It turns out to be Mr. Bruno. If it's convenient, could you please come over and talk? As you can see, I have work to do." Moriarty nodded, then glanced at the Nagas, and the three brothers then coolly gave way to the elf.
A way forward has been opened.
"Thanks."
Although most elves are arrogant and paranoid at heart, and do not look down upon other races, they always think that their own bloodline is the most noble in the world. However, after the demise of the ancient elven empire and the subsequent tens of millions of years of continuous war and blood baptism,
, modern elves are undoubtedly much more pragmatic and humble than their ancestors.
At least, that's what it seems on the surface.
After bowing to the three-headed Naga, Bruno walked a few steps to Moriarty, who was fishing, and then bowed gently to salute.
"Sir Moriarty, it's an honor to meet you. The name of you and the Olympus Squadron has spread throughout the land of mages through the Bracada Civil War. I just didn't expect that you would also be involved.
In this dangerous operation, I couldn't help but be very surprised." Most of the elves' voices are clear and sweet, but this Bruno's voice is very hoarse, indicating that his vocal cords have suffered some kind of injury.
"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Bruno. In fact, I am quite surprised to meet an elf like you from Aveili in the North Kingdom on this ship." Moriarty also nodded to Bruno, but did not answer the other party's question.
doubt.
"It's nothing. You should have guessed that I am just a wandering mercenary. If someone offers me a price, I will work hard. This time, the journey to the south is extremely dangerous, and our Greenland City Lord seems reluctant to send his own direct troops.
To take risks, we can only hire 'outsiders' like us." Bruno said bluntly, while a trace of undisguised contempt and contempt flashed in his green eyes.
"Can I take the liberty to ask, what price did the Lord of Greenland City pay to invite you to join such a dangerous 'gamble'?" Moriarty glanced at the unique three-petal crystal flower pinned to the chest of the elf leather armor.
, said: "I think if it is not voluntary, few people can force a 'Sanhua' level 'Magic Archer' to go through life and death, right?"
According to the traditional division of elf warriors, although their professional levels are divided into three levels: low, medium, and high, every four levels are divided into three different levels. However, in each level, the elves are divided into "leaves",
"Petals" and "laurel branches" are used to mark specific levels. Just like the gold, silver stars and gem flowers of the mage profession.
The three-petal crystal flower worn on Bruno's chest in front of him represents that his level has reached the third level of the intermediate level, that is, level seven. Coupled with the magic long bow on his back, Moriarty can naturally guess his true profession as a warrior.
:A level seven magic archer.
"I'm sorry, Lord Moriarty, I have to keep this matter secret."
Bruno was not surprised that the other party recognized his professional level at a glance. After all, most mage professionals were known for their knowledge and intelligence, otherwise it would be impossible for them to gain a foothold in the magical world.
"It's okay. There's no need to apologize for this. On the contrary, I asked too many questions." Moriarty shook his head indifferently at the elf's face-to-face rejection.
"Your Excellency Moriarty, since we are already comrades in the same trench in this Operation North Wind. I wonder if you can do me a favor?" At this time, Bruno stepped forward again and approached Moriarty.
Artie said in a deep voice.
"Oh? What is it?"
"If you can, please sell me some armor-piercing bursting arrows." Bruno smiled slightly.
"Armor-piercing arrows..." After hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help but lift the fishing rod in his hand. He was silent for a moment before saying, "Mr. Bruno, you should know that all the armor-piercing magic in NATO"
The arrows are all designated and supplied by the headquarters." Having said this, Moria fell silent again.
"Haha, Lord Moriarty, as far as other 'NATO' troops are concerned, high-end magic weapons such as armor-piercing explosive arrows are naturally strictly rationed and even difficult to obtain. But for the inventors and manufacturers of explosive arrows,
It shouldn’t be too difficult to allocate a little bit from the existing inventory, right?”
After looking at Moriarty for a moment, Bruno suddenly smiled and said, it seems that he already has a full understanding and understanding of Moriarty's identity and background. In fact, today's "accidental encounter" even with the Olympus Squadron
Sailing on the same ship can no longer be attributed to coincidence.
"I have to say that your information is very good, Mr. Bruno." Now that he had reached this point, Moriarty couldn't help but smile, and then praised him, but there was no smile in his eyes.
At least so far, the relationship between Moriarty and his Earth Studio and the armor-piercing series of arrows has only been spread to the highest levels of the Allied Forces. But Bruno, an outside elf mercenary, knows everything about this.
This also made Moriarty feel quite vigilant in his heart.
"There is no need to doubt my identity, Your Excellency. I can swear in the name of the Moon God that I am not a spy from the south or any other enemy. Of course, as an elf wanderer who works hard to make a living, I also have my own sources of information. Regarding this,
Please forgive me for keeping my mouth shut." Bruno was keenly aware of the other party's psychological changes and explained first: "Moreover, I don't mean any compulsion here, I just implore you to lend a helping hand. After all, in the face of the upcoming fierce battle,
, I will try my best to fight for any fighting power that can help to win and survive."
"I understand, and I believe in your oath." Moriarty stared into the elf's eyes. After a while, he slowly said: "Then I want to confirm first, is your current position just personal? Or is it the entire Greenland City team?
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This issue is critical.
If it is just a private request from the elves, it is just a private matter between individuals; but if it rises to the level of a city-state, it has a public-to-public connotation. In this way, Moriarty must fully consider the possible reactions from all parties.
, so that you can act with caution. Otherwise, a mistake may cause dissatisfaction and suspicion from other forces.
After all, why do you, Moriarty, only provide armor-piercing arrows to the people of Greenland City, but don't care about the life and death of other friendly forces? Is there some shady deal, or is there a bigger conspiracy?
Therefore, in many cases, it is really difficult to be a good person and to give good money, just because you are worried about similar suspicion and slander.
"I only represent myself. As for the other people, I can only wish them luck." Bruno smiled knowingly, with an indifferent expression. (To be continued...)
