Chapter 1152 Betrayal

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.

".So fishy."

This is not an adjective, nor is it in a certain room, 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, the nose doesn’t need to be used.

".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 fragments of fishmen and long-hand clan floating in it, everyone knew that this place had entered a war zone.

Lu Ping'an and his team frowned and became nervous subconsciously. On the contrary, the ordinary long-hand and 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 a layer of 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 the blood sea area he encountered for the first time, a sailor shouted from the side of the ship.

"There's someone alive who's still floating. Can you give him a stab to free him?"

Hearing this, Lu Ping'an was stunned for a moment. Is he so cruel?

"What ethnic group are you from?"

"The fish-man should not be the lost fish-man (Octopus)."

".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

"Deferred payment."

Since there is still a possibility of survival, Lu Ping'an's "rules" can give him new life.

When the wound of this unlucky guy who was waiting to die recovered instantly, from a fatal wound that collapsed 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, stood up unsteadily, and looked 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 on his own.

But after listening to two sentences, I felt that it was meaningless. In fact, this big guy just said 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 fish people 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 you 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 long as they come in, which is too direct and cruel.

But if hundreds of years of fighting between several civilizations and ethnic groups has become a habit, then rationally, 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.

While the cats were 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, don't your people say this is all normal?"

"Don't they know that I said before that there is a fish-man city that has private trading channels with the dwarves (Lava Tribe)? I'm talking about their 'Shawan City'."

Lu Ping'an touched his chin. Isn't this normal? Another game about betrayal.

"No, it's very abnormal. For the Lava Tribe, cultivating a trustworthy fishman 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 tearing each other apart, which means "

"They don't need you anymore?"

"Yes, this explanation is highly likely, but"

After all, the Lava Tribe are still a group of foreigners. They are eager for local resources, but in fact they are not considered water creatures by nature. The reason why they transform the environment is that they cannot adapt to the local environment.

They also need local supplies and local labor. But in most cases, they are directly "enslaved".

Lu Pingping didn't know how many fish-man corpses he saw with a ring around his neck. This kind of irascible dwarf with the attribute of fire is a typical interstellar colonial and slave country.

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 requires more than just giving money and resources. The murlocs and the Long-Handed Clan are full of hatred for the brutal gray dwarf. The huge trade profits and regular "dividends" have allowed them to successfully cultivate 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 approximately equal to 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 there is enough interest, 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 ethnic groups are faced with long-term pressures from lack of survival resources and external disasters, they will become more selfish and short-sighted in the face of temptation.

In Shakda's eyes, his ethnic group could really tear up the secret agreement that had lasted for decades and turn from partners into greedy thieves just because a boss or a treasure attracted 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.

The murlocs are just a bunch of scattered sand, just like they are all called murlocs. In fact, they are 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 Pingan 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.

"Look, they targeted us first."