(The storm seems to be rising. ￡∝The power has been cut off, and it is used to use the remaining power supply of the laptop. It should be enough to write as much as you can.)

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Under the glimmer of dusk.

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

Arendale's prosperity was supported by trade and taxation.

As the port was blocked by the navy of the Southern Kingdom, trade in Arendale was completely cut off. Many ordinary civilians lost their jobs in the port and had to find ways to make a living. A large amount of goods were piled up near the taverns and hotels, and hundreds of merchant ships were traveling here every day. Once all blocked here, many goods were not able to be transported out. Many places in the city complained, and the merchants chasing profits naturally would not consider so much. They just hope that the war would end as soon as possible.

Sauron pushed open the door to the tavern.

In the evening, the weather suddenly changed and it started to rain heavily. It was almost summer and the season of heavy rain was coming.

The ice and snow are about to melt under the erosion of rain, and soon a piece of green will emerge in this cold country.

"Damn it!"

A drunk man looked up and looked at Soren, who was blowing in with a cold wind because he pushed open the door, yelled: "Close the door quickly or I will throw you out."

Soren walked to him expressionlessly, then stretched out his hand and pinched his neck like a duck. Then the man in more than two hundred pounds was easily lifted by him and threw it into the stinky ditch outside the tavern. Now the tavern finally became quiet, and the others stared at Soren with suspicion, and some people who looked like adventurers were watching him playfully, as if guessing his profession.

“A glass of high-quality rum.”

Soren shook his cloak and ordered the best glass of rum. But he did not drink it himself, but placed it opposite the seat.

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

It was just a drunkard who had a dirty mouth. No one would care too much about this kind of thing, and the adventurers on the side seemed quite interested in Sauron.

It was about thirty minutes later.

The door of the tavern was opened again, and a cold man with scars at the corner of his eyes came in. He was about thirty years old. After glanced at the tavern with sharp eyes, he sat directly opposite Sauron.

"Your Mightiness."

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

"Yeah." Sauron nodded slightly.

Then he threw a diamond over, pointed to the rum on the table and said, "When will the thief union start registering my information?"

The cold man looked a little hesitant, but after touching Sauron's sight, he immediately lowered his head and said, "Last October."

“We will collect any information from value, and you have always been our focus.”

Sauron nodded slightly, without much expression.

He stood up and stood up, glanced at the cold man in front of him, and then said, "If you have time, let your boss come over to see me. I want to talk to him about something."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the heavy rain.

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The dock under heavy rain seemed dead silent.

Many piles of goods were placed near warehouses. After the port was blocked, these goods could not be transported out. It is estimated that they could only be sold at a low price or stored for a short time. On the side of the dock is a low shack. Even the wealthy Arendale could not avoid a group of poor people. There were many strong men sitting under the eaves in a daze. Most of them were coolies at the dock and relying on their efforts to support their families. Now the dock has no job. These people can only sit here idle.

Soren, who was walking alone in the heavy rain, seemed a bit eye-catching.

People stared at him with curious eyes, wanting to know what this person who looked like an adventurer was going to do.

Because the rain was too heavy, 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 dock step by step, and then stood in the sea. Sauron pulled out a dagger that slightly refracted the light golden light, and then cut a bloody hole in his palm. Drops of blood fell into the sea. When Sauron put his palm into the sea, a spell that was invisible to the naked eye spread out.

"What's wrong 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 ray of light has spread out!"

The answer was to shake his head, and the others nearby seemed to see nothing.

"Did you read it wrong again?" The boy's expression was a little depressed, he reached out and held his feet, staring at the sky in a daze.

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Deepwater Port.

On the sea surface that is located dozens of kilometers in the port, a wave suddenly erupted, and then the sea water separated from the left and right, and a black mast rushed out from the bottom of the sea. The ghost sail opened rapidly, and the hull of the Dead Speech broke out from the waves. The undrunked souls began to work. With the cold chill under the night, a fog spread out from the nearby sea area, and then the ghost ship sailed in the direction of Arendell at an extremely fast speed.

It felt Sauron's call!

As a quasi-legendary level of the undead flexible life, the Dead Speech has the ability to sail automatically.

Viper Island.

This once destroyed base camp has been rebuilt, but it obviously has no initial scale.

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

On the calm sea.

A huge black shadow gradually floated up, and the first thing that exposed the sea was a ferocious sharp bone spur, and then a piece of black scales. This huge ocean monster floated on the sea surface and stayed there for a moment, then seemed to feel some kind of summoning and swam towards the northern sea area. Its huge body once again penetrated the seabed and advanced at a high speed far beyond any warship.

The master is summoning it!

Blood told its owner's location, and even thousands of miles apart, it could track its location.

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The Pier in Arendale.
Chapter completed!