Chapter 157 (2/2)

The road leading to skull harbor is rugged and dark. Spiders and monsters lurk in the corner of the tunnel stone road. They are awakened by the subtle friction sound, carefully probe their forelimbs on the ground and feel the smallest vibration in the grotto maze. But they were soon frightened into the ground, because it was the friction between steel and fur, the sound of leather contacting the ground, from thousands of different individuals.

Collision, friction, percussion, tough steel gives out the most pleasant sound, converging into a flood, converging into the sea, converging into waves, overwhelming the grotto maze. This is the voice of the army and the poem of war.

The fleshy moss opened its tentacles to the air. These slimy and smelly meat blankets climbed out of the stone cracks. On their colloidal fungus blankets, they also carried the remains of spiders and monsters.

Skull harbor is another deep water city, the city of darkness. It is hidden in the underground of the deep water city and connected with the underground mystery city. It is the favorite of smugglers and marginal people. The sewer connects it with the whole city and together forms the other side of the city, which is rotten, smelly, dark and degenerate.

Here are hooligans and villains. They are some things that maintain their survival by smuggling, coercion, violence and blood. In other words, they are the competitors of Chen Ang's bloody gang and dynamic social organizations.

Lek held his spell book and stumbled between the rubble and cracks. When he looked up, he could see the hard iron back of the orc warrior and the heavy armor almost as big as him. There are many such soldiers around him. By a simple comparison, it is only one tenth of the legal population of deepwater city.

This is what he saw, less than a fifth of the whole army.

For a time, the rather young boy could not figure out some of the things it contained. This figure was still a mathematical concept for him. If he knew, he would not put forward such a naive proposal to Chen ang to ”assassinate the leader of his competitor”. Only when this concept is associated with City slaughter, destruction, rule and tyranny can it have ruling power.

The torrent of steel, cold and stiff, has a cruel beauty. Lek doesn't know how he found the word beauty from the ferocious and ugly faces of these orcs, but those rigid huge iron pieces are full of a unique charm. A ferocious domineering spirit, derived from the charm of killing.

Looking at this torrent pushing open the gate of skull harbor with a force slow enough to destroy everything, Lek couldn't help but press his right hand on his face and feel the cold tingling and fishy smell of steel. The smell tempted him to stretch out the tip of his tongue and lick it on the finger tiger, and then he felt a fact he would never forget in his life:

Iron tastes like blood!

This is skull harbor. Every inch of land here is covered with blood. Every piece of wealth here is not easy to obtain. This is a land of ambition, greed and blood, a land outside the law and a city of shadow under the glory. The thieves' Union enasar is the actual order controller here.

In the remote corner of the shadow, there is a very thin shed. It is difficult for anyone to imagine that it will be the gathering place of the thieves' Union enasar.

Usurers, chicken heads and thieves are here to discuss their flowing wealth and power, and greedily rob the bones with a trace of meat. In fact, they are given enough power. They can even pull oil out of the stone and absorb benefits like this. They have no position, they have no principle, and their only soul destination is the endless abyss of greed.