Anyone who has ever boarded the central tower will understand that the entire ghost empire is an unimaginably huge single-masted sailing ship. The central tower is the mast. The bow faces east, the stern faces west, and the landing on the south bank
The point is the side.
These professional adventurers obviously had enough professional qualities. Not long after the news spread, in just half a month, they had actually found an entrance to the interior of the Ghost Empire in the mountains on the west side.
At this time, this place is simply like the entrance to a dungeon adventure game, crowded with adventurers from all over the world.
Generally speaking, in this kind of place involving huge interests and no safety guarantee, few people will form a wild team, but there are always exceptions. After all, exploring the underground labyrinth of the Ghost Empire is a very dangerous thing, and the number of people will be reduced during the battle.
It's even more commonplace.
And the Ghost Empire does not provide escape spells like the trials of the Penridax family. It is very difficult for these adventurers who have encountered attrition to escape unscathed, let alone continue to move forward.
Those adventurers who are lucky enough to survive but are unwilling to leave will look for a new team here, and their past strategy experience is what the newcomers need.
An ecology similar to online game dungeons was formed, and as more and more adventurers gathered here, some "strategy groups" were formed who did not go down the maze, but traveled between Netip and the mountain forest.
Merchants who provide various needs and purchase their harvests.
"How about 600 pounds for 5 fish-men's swim bladders? Have you collected the fish-men's mucus? We'll buy it for 15 sulers per milliliter." The young businessman looked at the items handed over by the adventurer in front of him and immediately made an offer.
, although it was a bit lower than the market price, but considering the transportation, operating and other costs, the adventurer did not say much, nodded and accepted the transaction, and then exchanged the money for dry food, water and a small amount of spells and demon hunting bullets.
Then he turned around and left.
After sealing the fishman's swim bladder and mucus with a spiritual wall, the young businessman wiped the sweat from his head, turned around and walked into the tent, passing through a barrier formed by a spiritual wall——
"Head, what the Kalomo team harvested this time are all biological materials such as fishmen. According to their previous shipments, the end of this route should be a watertight cabin."
"Got it." The man at the table heard the young businessman's words and turned around to write and draw on the table. If he looked closely, he would find that the table was covered with a huge white paper, and on it, there was already
Hundreds of rooms, large and small, were drawn with detailed annotations.
Obviously, those adventurers who only cared about immediate profits did not realize that this small chamber of commerce had already drawn a fairly accurate topographic map by purchasing materials.
"Head, now that the route we have mastered has almost locked the location of the captain's cabin and wheelhouse, and the warehouse is also in control, why don't you take action? Those vampires can't wait any longer!"
Hearing Kang Si's question, Novat raised his head, shook his head slightly and said:
"With our strength, it is difficult to complete the strategy for these important cabins. Prince Sunia has already received the order. When he hands over the things on the surface, he will come over in person..."
At this point, Novat's tone became slightly irritated——
"If this island hadn't resisted the angels, Your Excellency the Protector would have easily taken down this ghost ship!"
"But the vampires..."
"Don't worry about the Vampires." Novat shook his head, but his eyes always stayed on the map, "Unlike us, most of the Sequence Three of the Vampires are already antiques, and they basically rely on sleeping to survive. If they don't
I am absolutely sure that it is impossible to climb out of the coffin, and there is only one identity of the creator, so it is impossible for them to join forces!"
"Are you sure?" Suddenly, a sudden voice echoed in the tent, and the sweet and nervous voice immediately made all the MI9 members in the tent tremble.
"Stop!" Novat, who was the first to react, immediately shouted loudly to stop the team members who had taken out their weapons. He looked solemnly at the increasingly attractive Integra Belmont in front of him, took a deep breath and said:
"Ms. Integula, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Novat, and Cons." Integra walked to the table with light steps, his eyes glanced at the map that MI9 had spent a lot of time summarizing, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly:
“Not bad!”
"Ms. Integula, I wonder what you meant by what you said before?"
Novat tried his best to maintain a calm tone. Although he seemed a little timid, there was no harm in being timid when facing a strong man who was suspected of being a demigod.
But at this moment, Integra suddenly turned around, and with the sound of a gunshot, the man's head in the corner suddenly exploded. The atmosphere that had just calmed down became tense again.
"ah!"
What is strange is that Integra, who shot and killed, was stunned for a moment, then let out a fake exclamation, and then said with some annoyance:
"Sorry, my spiritual premonition saw him shooting at me, so I took action subconsciously."
"Ah, this..." Novat wanted to believe what the other party said, because from the past few months of getting along with her, he knew very well that although this lady had quite a bad taste, she did not bother to lie, nor did she kill indiscriminately.
But he thought so, but the other team members in the tent obviously didn't think so. The people who came to this island together were basically comrades who had fought side by side for many years. Their comrades were beaten to death in front of others, but they only gave them a spiritual premonition.
No one can stand ridiculous reasons.
A pair of eyes full of anger came towards him, and the battle seemed to be about to break out. Although Snow was annoyed that he had confused the time where he was, he was still ready for the battle.
Anyway, even if the MI9 talks collapse, there is still the Blood Tribe as an alternative. With the strength of these rookies, I can just...
"No force is allowed here!"
Suddenly, a loud command spread in the ears, and everyone who was ready for battle seemed to be imprisoned by a powerful force. Even Integra, who was a demigod, had the illusion that he could not pull the trigger.
, and in the corner of the tent, where the sound originated, a man appeared at some point.
He has a rather rectangular face, a white hairband on his head that is easily associated with a curly-haired baboon, two curved upturned beards around his mouth, some thick eyebrows, and relatively large eyes.
He was wearing a formal dress, a large cloak, and extremely long toe shoes. His attire was out of touch with the times, but inexplicably achieved a subtle harmony with the style of the island.
This person is none other than Prince Sunia of the Loen Kingdom——
