After a series of business transactions, Lu Ping'an's Redemption sailed to the front line.
If the trip to Mercury a few days ago can still be called a trip, what we will encounter next may be a real purgatory on earth.
“It’s so fishy.”
This is not an adjective or being in a certain room, but just standing on the deck of the Redemption, feeling the sea breeze caressing the skin, Lu Pingping can smell the strong smell of blood.
“It tastes fresh”
But maybe, you don't need to use your nose.
"It turns out that the blood of most creatures here is also red."
When the ship sailed into a red ocean and saw pieces of sea beast corpses floating on it, as well as scattered fishmen and long-hand clan fragments floating in it, everyone knew that this place had entered a war zone.
Lu Ping'an and his party frowned and became nervous subconsciously. On the contrary, those ordinary long-handed fish-men warriors looked calm.
Perhaps, for them, this is real daily life.
The long blood sea area lasted for more than ten minutes before we passed through it. By that time, the Redemption was already stained with blood, just like other floating ship fragments on the sea.
And this is just the beginning.
The second wave, the third wave, when Lu Pingping was too lazy to count how many times he encountered the blood sea area, a sailor shouted from the side of the ship.
"There's one alive who's still floating. Can you give him a quick stab to free him?"
Hearing this, Lu Ping'an was stunned for a moment. Is he so cruel?
"What ethnic group are they from?"
"The fish-man should not be the lost fish-man (Eight Claws)."
"Pull up."
Looking at the "big fish" being dragged up, Lu Pingan understood why the fishman sailor was so cruel.
It was a large fish-man that was more than three meters long, but half of his body had been cut open and most of the blood had drained away. Only his pair of dark, slender fish eyes still contained the desire for life.
.
In the eyes of most people, it would be better to just give up on an injury of this level.
But for Lu Ping An
"Delayed Payment"
Since there is still a possibility of survival, Lu Ping'an's "rules" can give it new life.
When the wound of this unlucky guy waiting to die instantly recovered, from a fatal injury to a medium-sized wound that required treatment, this large fishman with a black back and a white belly still opened his eyes angrily, eager to survive.
"Wake up, you have been strengthened and you can send it off again."
After a while, the fisherman was stunned and stood up unsteadily, looking at the fatal wounds on his body in a daze.
"Soche, why are you like this?"
"Lord Shakda."
Since there were acquaintances there, Lu Ping'an naturally gave up his position and let them communicate and understand the situation himself.
But after listening to two sentences, I felt that it was meaningless. In fact, this big guy kept saying two sentences over and over again: "I met the lava tribe, and then they fought and lost."
"Why are you fighting meow?"
When Maomao asked the professionals questions and tried to supplement the information, the murlocs all turned their heads strangely and looked at her in surprise.
"Meow? What did I say wrong, meow?"
"Well, wouldn't it be natural to start killing each other when we meet? Do we need a reason?"
These natural expressions and words made Maomao look amateurish.
At this moment, humans are a little confused. Although the information has said that many parties have become old enemies, these intelligent creatures will kill each other as soon as they come in, which is too direct and cruel.
But if several civilizations and ethnic groups have been fighting for hundreds of years, it has become an inertia. From a rational point of view, it seems to be a matter of course.
Both sides have reasons to kill each other, so why waste their time and give up the advantage of striking first.
When the cats were all a little autistic, only Lord Shakda looked subtle. He thought for a moment, and then pulled away Lu Pingping, who was still ready to watch the excitement.
"Sir, something is wrong?"
"Well, didn't your people say this is all normal?"
"Don't they know that I said before that there is a fishman city that has private trading channels with the dwarves (Lava Tribe)? It's their 'Savanna City' that I'm talking about."
Lu Pingan touched his chin, isn't this normal? Another game about betrayal.
"No, it's very abnormal. For the Lava Tribe, cultivating a trustworthy fish-man agent is extremely troublesome and time-consuming. For our tribe to accept this kind of private transaction, it will take several years or even more than ten years of persuasion.
With Shi En, now the Lava Clan is directly at odds with each other, which means "
"They don't need you anymore?"
"Yes, this explanation is very likely, but"
In the final analysis, the Lava tribe is still a group of foreigners. They are eager for local resources, but in fact they are not born as water creatures. The root cause of their transformation of the environment is that they cannot adapt to the local environment.
They also need local materials and local labor, but in most cases they are directly "enslaved".
Lu Pingping saw so many fish-man corpses with rings around their necks along the way. This kind of irascible dwarf with the attribute of fire is a typical interstellar colonial and slave system.
In this way, they still have many private trade channels with other ethnic groups, and the Shawan City mentioned by Shakda is one of them.
Cultivating a White Glove is not just about giving money and resources. The fish people and the Long-Handed Clan are full of hatred for the cruel gray dwarf. The huge trade profits and regular "dividends" have successfully cultivated a white glove.
Long-term and stable trading channels.
Now that the other party has taken the initiative to tear up this channel, it is naturally not good news.
"Either the other party has received a lot of support and logistics from the headquarters, or they have formed an alliance with other disaster groups. Regardless of the reason, it is not a good thing for the local residents."
But the fishman lord had some different opinions.
"It's also possible that my people betrayed the covenant."
But Shakda took the initiative to propose another possibility. In fact, he felt that this was the most likely development path.
As a leader of a primitive civilization whose average education level is about equal to that of prenatal education, he knows very well that the lower limit of his people's reason and morality is that there is no lower limit at all! As long as they have enough benefits, there is nothing they can't do.
Not every primitive village is associated with simplicity and kindness. On the contrary, the more primitive and primitive the ethnic group is, the more selfish and short-sighted it will appear in the face of temptation due to long-term pressure from lack of survival resources and external disasters.
In Shakda's eyes, his ethnic group can really tear up the secret agreement that has lasted for decades and turn from partners into greedy thieves because of something, a certain treasure that attracts him.
"Actually, our clan is more likely to betray."
Shakda didn't hide anything, because some things couldn't be hidden. The more he sincerely cooperated with the Human Alliance, the more he needed to be honest.
Murlocs are just a bunch of scattered sand. Just like they are all called murlocs, they are actually an aggregation of countless different species. It is even possible that the source of their bloodline is not a creature from the same galaxy.
He cannot represent any other ethnic group, he can only represent himself and his own city.
The frankness of the fishman lord in front of him surprised Lu Ping'an and made him laugh out loud.
"Don't worry, we'll find out soon."
"soon?"
"Look over there."
The fishman lord turned around suddenly and saw a gray dwarf steel battleship slowly approaching on the other side of the sea level.