Chapter 22 Sauron's Call

(Storm, it looks like the water is going to rise. The power has been cut off, and the remaining power of the notebook is used. Write as much as you can. It should be enough to write two updates.)

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In the twilight light.

A figure stretched very long on the road, Sauron's whole body was shrouded in a wide cloak, and he entered this once bustling place again.

Arendelle's prosperity was supported by trade and taxes.

With the port blocked by the navy of the southern kingdom, 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. There are a lot of goods piled up near the tavern and hotel. Hundreds of merchant ships come and go here every day. Once they are all blocked here, many goods cannot be shipped out. Many places in the city are complaining, and the profit-seeking businessmen naturally don't think so much, they just 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 ice and snow are about to melt under the washing of the rain, and soon this cold country will be green.

"Damn bastard!"

A drunken man raised his head, looked at Sauron who was blowing in a cold wind because he opened the door, and cursed: "Close the door quickly or I will throw you out."

Sauron walked in front of him expressionlessly, then stretched out his hand and pinched his neck like a duck, and then he easily lifted this 200-pound man, and threw him into the The smelly ditch outside the tavern. Now the tavern was finally quiet. Others looked at Sauron with suspicion, and some people who looked like adventurers looked at him playfully. It seems to be guessing his occupation.

"A glass of good rum."

Sauron shook the cloak on his body, then ordered a glass of the best rum, but he didn't drink it himself, but put it on the opposite side of the seat.

He tapped his fingers and waited, and the others soon turned their attention back, talking about other things.

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

About thirty minutes later.

The door of the tavern was opened again, and a cold man with scars on the corners of his eyes walked in. He was about 30 years old. After scanning the tavern with sharp eyes, he sat directly opposite Sauron.

"Your Mightiness."

The cold man handed over a document from under the table, and then said, "This is what you want."

"En." Sauron nodded slightly.

Then throw a diamond over. He pointed to the rum on the table, and said, "Please. When did the Thieves Guild register my information?"

The cold man had a hesitant expression on his face, but after meeting Sauron's gaze, he immediately lowered his head and said, "Last October."

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

Sauron nodded slightly. Not much expression.

He got up and stood up, glanced at the cold man in front of him, and said immediately: "Sometimes, let your boss come and meet me, I have something to talk to him about."

finished. He turned and walked into the rain.

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The pier under the heavy rain looked dead silent.

A lot of goods piled up like this are placed near the warehouse, and these goods cannot be shipped out after the port is blocked. It is estimated that it can only be sold at a low price or kept in a short period of time. On the side of the pier is a low shack, even the wealthy Arendelle cannot avoid a group of poor people. There are many strong men sitting under the eaves in a daze. Most of them are coolies on the dock, relying on selling their strength to support their families. Now there is no work at the pier, and these people can only sit here idle.

Sauron, who was walking alone in the rainstorm, seemed a bit eye-catching.

People watched him curiously, wondering what this adventurer-looking man was up to.

Because of the heavy rain, the patrolling guards were hiding from the rain, so under the dark night, no one disturbed Sauron's work. He came to the edge of the pier step by step, and then stood in the sea water. Sauron pulled out a dagger that slightly reflected a pale golden light, and then cut a bloody gash in his palm. Drops of blood fell into the sea, and when Sauron stretched his palm into the sea, an invisible magical aura spread out.

"What happened over there just now?"

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

He was answered with a shake of the head, and the others nearby didn't seem to see anything.

"Could it be that I read it wrong again?" The boy looked a little frustrated, reached out and clasped his feet, staring blankly at the sky in a daze.

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deep water port.

On the surface of the sea tens of kilometers away from the port, there was a sudden wave of waves, and then the sea water parted to the left and right, and a black lacquered mast rushed out from the bottom of the sea. The sails of the ghost spread rapidly, the hull of the Death Whisperer broke through the waves, and the undead of the undead began to work. With the icy chill in the night, a mist spread over the nearby sea area, and then the ghost ship flew at an extremely fast speed. The speed sailed in the direction of Arendelle.

It sensed Sauron's call!

As a quasi-legendary life form, the Deathrattler has the ability to sail automatically.

Viper Island.

This once-destroyed base camp has been re-established, but it obviously does not have the original scale.

Now here is just a transit station, as a supply point for overseas routes.

calm sea.

A huge black shadow gradually floated up, the first thing that appeared on the sea surface were hideous sharp bone spurs, and then black scales. This huge sea monster floated on the surface of the sea, stayed where it was for a while, and then seemed to feel some kind of call, and swam towards the northern sea. Speed ​​forward at high speed.

The master is calling it!

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

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Arendelle's pier.

Sauron slowly withdrew his palm, and the wound on his palm had almost healed. He stared at the vast sea under the night, then turned to look at Arendelle's palace, and murmured: "It will take three more days." (To be continued~^~)