Vol 2 Chapter 668: League of Losers

"My lord, we found this on the sea." Several paladins instructed the sailors to drag an oak barrel up with a fishing net: "This is a barrel for wine. It must have been dropped by the infidels. "
This is good news for Dell. The other party relied on the profane power of the witch to accelerate all the way, and completely opened the distance from his warship. At present, the captain is completely relying on inertial tracking.
According to the information, the final destination of the Serris people should be Wangxiangcheng, unless they give up this goal, they will definitely sail in the current direction.
It's just that the gang of Cyris people are scheming, and it is not impossible if they turn around temporarily.
After discovering the wine barrel, Dell was sure he was not chasing in the wrong direction, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
They can rely on the power of the Lord of Dawn to locate the general direction of the god-given thing, but they can only rely on prayer to complete the ritual every day when the sun is rising.
In the sea, one day and one night is enough for the other party to fall hundreds of nautical miles away. With current navigation technology, it is impossible to track it anymore.
"The great Lord of Dawn shelters us. Those heretics can't run away. We are on the right course!" Paladin Dale loudly encouraged the morale of the sailors.
Earlier, the risk of leaving two battleships down caused the morale of the entire fleet to be somewhat low. Dale took the opportunity to boost morale and by the way promoted the greatness of the Lord of the Dawn.
This time he went to sea, most of the people Dale brought were believers of the Lord of Dawn. When choosing ships to go to sea, he chose the captain who believed in the Lord of Dawn.
Although the church as a whole gathers believers from various deities to fight against the enemy of Chaos, the internal competition has never stopped.
Not to mention that there have been conflicts between some gods, and even the secular sects have been guilty for many years. It is the biggest role of the church as an organization to be able to avoid fighting in the face like this.
"Praise my lord, your followers will always be on the right path!" Both sailors and paladins on the deck repeated in a low voice.
The morale of the battleship filled with paladins for a while, everyone believed that under the blessing of the great gods, they would definitely catch those heretics.
"Praise the system, you mean these greenskins are different and can communicate?" On the other side of the forest, Mike who survived the catastrophe also stared at the Ganges player in front of him.
"Shhh!" Abshek Singh covered Mike's mouth: "Speak down, I mean their heads can communicate, not that they can all communicate. There are nearly 1,500 green skins here, except The leader, the rest want to taste our taste!"
Poor Mike, who was treated as a by Mama from the very beginning, didn't even know that the pirates had long been connected with the special green skin of Dianzi.
The musket he borrowed from the upper rank was also the prototype he got from the green skin in front of him, but he would know soon.
Because Mike saw that in the past green skins, there were a few extra-big guys carrying a relatively well-made spear.
He will never admit his mistake when he die, that is the weapon he presided over the production on Treasure Island!
From the drawing, to the mold, to the production process, Mike personally followed up every step, and taught the aborigines little by little!
Damn, do they have a deal with Mama? These greenskins will not send themselves back to Mama, will they? Mike broke into a cold sweat instantly.
Immediately, the wounds all over his body were soaked by the salt in the sweat, making Mike's face paler.
"Are you from Mei Tei? Or from EU?" Abhishek looked at Mike's face carefully. It was white with brown hair. It shouldn't be from Maozi's side.
Abhishek hopes that through this player and the players of these two forces, the ones who can fight against New China must be several other big gangsters.
Among them, the Africans were the first to be eliminated. Even without mentioning their usual political stance, Abhishek would not appreciate the fact that this group is darker than himself, and the lazy ones can only rely on the existence of the mine to maintain their status.
It would be great if Zhenjin was produced on the land that the Ganges River crossed... Abhishek's illusion was shattered before it even started.
Reason told him that if Zhenjin was really in his hometown, Xinhua Xia might have come over 200 years ago.
While Mao Zi is a traditional ally of New China, Abhishek didn't know what he had to move the other side to change his position.
The EU and the U.S. are different. They will be happy to allied with themselves, right?
The highly educated Abhishek Singh focused his attention on the international situation a long time ago. He once hoped to rely on the intervention of foreign forces to complete the delusion of local independence.
Unfortunately, that plan failed before it even started. Xin Huaxia's aggressive behavior seemed to have the tacit approval of several major powers, and no force dared to stand up and speak out.
For a period of time, the only aid force Abhishek could survive was the Umbrella Company, an organization that was also held in the mud by New China.
Of course, there is a price to work with those demons. Abhishek didn't know how many compatriots he sent into the umbrella laboratory.
Usually such units are executed in villages. Sometimes Abhishek wakes up in nightmares. He always sees himself surrounded by countless broken flesh and blood, unable to breathe.
Had it not been for that lofty goal to support him, Abhishek suspected that he might have killed himself long ago.
"Are you an American emperor~EbookFREE.me~ or an EU person?" Abshek asked again. He hoped that at least in the game, he could get the support of several other big countries.
"I'm Mei Teijin." Mike revealed his identity, wanting to see what the other party was thinking.
"I am Abhishek Singh, a humble person who wants to cooperate with you." Abhishek said with a cordial smile: "Here, we have a common enemy, the new Huaxia people."
Mike's eyes lit up suddenly, and he felt that he was suddenly bright!
"Yes, we do have a common enemy!" Mike shook Abshek's hand: "So how many people do you have and how much power can you deal with those new Chinese people?"
"Haha, don't be so excited about my friend." Abhishek felt that the direction of the development of the matter began to deviate from his own expectations. The rhetoric he prepared before to convince the other party seemed completely useless. Is it because the American people are too warm?
"We have a lot of strength and a lot of people, but there is only so little here." Abhishek pinched the first knuckle of his little finger with his thumb.