It was already dawn, and the fog was still shrouding the earth. In the quiet town of Xihai, people began to work. Although they could not see the dawn of the morning, they understood that the night had passed. The thick fog covered everything, and the fog lingered on their simple mother and also covered the sea not far outside the town. Although they could not see it, they could still hear the sea water slapped the coast and stirring by the pier.

Then, they heard other sounds... coming through the fog, slowly and low. They could not tell the source of the sound and the direction they came from. Is it from the land behind them, or from the vast sea? Is it just a wave that is more surging than usual, or is it raining heavily in the fog? Or is it a whole van led by mules on the path paved with hard soil?

The residents of the town listened and finally determined that the unusual sound came from the sea. They hurried to the shore, looked into the fog, trying to see through the thick fog, trying to figure out what the sound was, or what it was foreshadowing?

As if driven by that sound, the thick fog slowly began to spread, and a shadow gradually revealed its outline. The waves rushed towards the shore, and the residents retreated one after another. Some of the young people even screamed in shock, but were immediately ordered to stop them by the elderly.

They lived here for generations, relying on fishing in the sea to make a living, and they know this sea area well. So many people have guessed that this sound and waves mean something is approaching the shore. The shadow gradually approaches the shore with fog, and the strange sound of waves gradually increases. In the end, the shadow passed through the curtain of the thick fog, and divided into many, revealing its shape.

The townspeople relaxed a little - fortunately, it was not the legendary sea monster, but the ship they were familiar with. But they were also a little wary. Xihai Town is a quiet and peaceful fishery town, with only a few small sampans here. Although more than a dozen merchant ships dock to the shore every year to replenish supplies, that's all.

But now, one, two, three... not less than thirty foreign ships were sailing towards them at the same time. What does this mean? The alarm bell in the center of the town was ringing, and people grabbed any guys they could find: short sticks, small knives, hooks, and even fishing nets. They waited nervously, watching the ships approaching. More ships appeared one after another in the fog, as if endless. Whenever a new ship sailed out of the fog, the shock of the residents here increased one point.

There are more than a dozen ships approaching, but there are as many as hundreds. It is like packing all the people in the village and town! The residents have never seen so many ships. Where did these ships come from? What made them raise sails at the same time? And what drove them to Xihai Town?

The residents held their weapons tighter, and children and women had already hid back home and nailed the doors of the house to death. The number of ships that drove out of the thick fog was still increasing, and the strange sound was clearly visible. It was the sound of the oars hitting the water surface and disturbing the rhythm of the waves. The leading ship was docked, and the residents who were waiting at the dock then saw the figures on the ship.

They breathed a little relieved - there were men and women on the ship, and judging by their size, it seemed that there were children - it was definitely not the pirates who visited Xihai Town, at least it was not a premeditated invasion.

More ships landed one after another, and people stumbled down. Some people cried and collapsed on the rocky coast, while others stood straight and breathed, as if they were very happy to leave the sea. The fog began to recede, and turned into wisps of mist under the rising sun, dissipating in the strong sunlight. The residents of Xihai Town now see more clearly that these people are not troops. In fact, many of them are women and children, most of them are ragged, and many of them look very thin. They are just ordinary people, obviously ordinary people who have suffered some disaster. Many of them are exhausted and can only barely stand or stagger on the shore.

However, some people were still wearing armor. One of them walked down from the leading boat and walked towards the place where the townsmen gathered. The man was tall and strong, with a bare head, a thick beard on his chin, and his face turned blue and purple like a man who had been living at sea for many years. The armor on his body was obviously a battle formation, but it was also well maintained - many scratches caused by swords and swords were smoothed, and the wrist guards were patched with leather.

"Salute to everyone!" the warrior shouted, walking towards the villagers, pressing his palm against the hilt of his waist without pulling out his weapon. "We are refugees, who had just taken out of a terrible battle not long ago. I beg you to give some food and water. If possible, I hope there is some place to live. I can pay you with gem coins."

The townsmen looked at each other, then nodded, and their weapons were no longer pointing at the new crowd. The man had a pure northern accent, which was not the archipelago saying that most pirates often said. Moreover, although Xihai Town was not rich, they were not poor, at least not as poor as they stood by and watched the women, children, young and old.

Soon, the women in the village had already cooked a pot of hot porridge and stews, while the men led the group of refugees to a church to settle down, which was the most solid and spacious building in the town and the sacred residence of Nord, the Lord of the Sea Breeze.

Here is a prayer-attor who, since his belief in the gods are neutral and kind, takes great care of the refugees who have just escaped from the sea. The pastor and his servants specially cook the potion to help those sick refugees.

"Thank you," the soldier who led the fleet landed to the mayor who called himself Olgat Reid, "We are refugees of the Chamber of Commerce. This is our generosity and insignificant return to the people of Xihai Town." Speaking, he untied a cloth bag from his waist, which contained several fist-sized emerald coins.

Olgat looked at the heavy rewards. He first put them in the hands of the church pastor beside him, which was regarded as the worship of the gods by the town. Then the old man frowned and asked, "I also ran for a period of merchant ships when I was young. I know that the Fidewind Chamber of Commerce is a very famous chamber of commerce in the north. I want to know why you came to our small town."

Thinking about his words, the mayor of Xihai Town carefully asked about the battles encountered by the Fidewind Chamber of Commerce - out of his duty, he had to do so - but he knew what the Fidewind Chamber of Commerce was, and it was one of the eight foreign franchised dealers of Dwarf Island. If there was a force that could defeat such a giant at sea, it would be easier to crush Xihai Town than to stamp his feet.

Out of gratitude, the warrior had no hidden secrets and carefully told Olgat everything that had happened to the Chamber of Commerce.

"A few days ago, the mayor published a mansion report saying that the army of monsters had been blocked in the Black Willow Swamp in the north. But in your words, those guys actually came to defeat the island of the Chamber of Commerce... Maybe they had completed the landing somewhere on the west coast." Olgat took a breath. He felt a little bad premonition in his heart.

But they don’t know yet that in addition to the Fidewind Chamber of Commerce, the eight major franchised dealers who have a relationship with the dwarfs who control the maritime trade network have been destroyed at this moment.
Chapter completed!