My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3032 -1010: The Air Force Is a Fishermen’s Lie (LOL)

The Port District of Charldo Harbor is severely damaged. The previous great battle caused continuous flooding, bombing, freezing, and burning disasters here. Although the Port District has already begun reconstruction under the high-efficiency mobilization of the Steam Lords, the residents here obviously couldn’t move back immediately. Moreover, the damned Daguan Fishmen almost destroyed all the pier bridges with tide spells, forcing the ships docked here to find other berths.

But this doesn’t mean that there are no ships in this sea area.

In fact, currently outside the Port District of Charldo Harbor, nearly thirty ships of various sizes are densely stationed, forming an entire fleet, and all are genuine warships.

Speaking of the level of ships used in the Transia World maritime industry, it basically remains at the early stage of the Age of Exploration. For example, the pirate ships of the Blood Fear Fleet are essentially of the Otherworld Galen Ship specification, and Bloody Captain Babro’s flagship “Raider” is somewhat larger, but that was modified from a large merchant ship, and in terms of firepower, it’s inferior to a real military warship.

And at this time, you can distinguish, just from the appearance of these warships anchored outside the Half-body Man port, that they are significantly different from the warships of humans and vampires.

Their appearance is extremely luxurious and magnificent, adorned with many religious reliefs along the huge streamlined hull, and their most notable feature is that each ship, regardless of its size, has peculiar vines winding around it, serving several functional purposes.

This makes these lavish warships look less like they are capable of fighting, instead resembling floating works of art on the sea.

“I heard that the warships of the Elf Kingdom are all catalysts grown into vessels from special seeds, relying on the precise guidance and manipulation of Druids over trees that make these ships an integrated whole. This significantly enhances their solidity and durability, and Elven Sailors can communicate with their ships through their innate natural perception. Anyway, those old sea dogs of Blood Fear get full of disgust when talking about these Elven warships.

They contemptuously call them ‘floating piles of firewood at sea.’

But if they are so abhorred, it seems the Elf Kingdom’s fleet is not to be underestimated.”

At the docks of Charldo Harbor, the Fire Demon Sanctus hoists a small bucket and carries a fishing rod while following a group of players toward the beach outside the harbor, gazing at the Elf Fleet on the sea.

As a fully qualified seasoned seaman, the Demon Eight Elites are probably the members most knowledgeable about ships among players. Their elite guild, which specializes in the Warlock and Necromancer paths, plans to shift their business domain from land to sea, aiming to join the Blood Fear Fleet to accomplish the long-desired merchant career.

They have advantages in this aspect.

At least they don’t get seasick and know how to maneuver a sailboat, which by itself surpasses 90% of the people who shout about buying a ship to trade but actually have no sea life experience.

“Those elves are so arrogant.”

The “Honorary Leader” amongst a group of fishing fellows stealing leisure time for the thrill of casting lines, Half hanging brother, curled his lips and said:

“They say they’re here to support the city, but except for the leader, all the other soldiers stayed aboard, requiring Half-body Men to send supplies up using mechanical boats, and seven ships of the Blood Fear Fleet were driven to the north by these elves.

I heard on the forum from the brothers of the Grey Wolf Army complaining that they were chased for a whole night barely escaping.”

It is said this Armastasha Fleet has a vendetta with the Blood Fear Pirates. Now that the Blood Fear Clan is one of Transylvania’s members, should we understand that these elves are also our enemies?

At least not friends!”

“Who knows?”

Fellow seasoned fishing enthusiast Three Five Battles, also carrying a small bucket and a homemade fishing rod, wasn’t much interested in elf and pirate grudges. He was scanning left and right on the beach seeking a good fishing spot and quickly discovered a great location.

Hidden spot, a small bay connected to the open sea, with no tides, no direct sunlight, and nice scenery, it’s a great place for fishing.

The fishers were immediately joyous and rushed over, only to find this Feng Shui Treasure Land had already been snatched up.

By a peculiar elf.

That guy was sitting on a Half-body Man’s small horse stool, propped up with a parasol, dressed in very professional fishing attire. His adventurer vest was filled with various baits and equipment, gripping an exquisite purple cedar wood fishing rod, with a small bucket by his side already loaded with several lively fish.

The most striking was the Elven Seven-Stringed Harp placed beside the fish bucket, coupled with his odd blue long hair, giving off a feeling of an Otherworld artistic youth.

And he was blowing the sea breeze, in the shade enjoying the pleasure of fishing alone, with a remarkably comfortable expression.

“Hey, buddy, nice catch.”

Among fishers, there is always mutual admiration. Although they were discussing earlier whether Transylvania and the Elf Kingdom were in an antagonistic relationship, they rarely saw a fellow alien enthusiast, so Half hanging brother went up for some camaraderie.

That elf intensely focused on the bobber was startled.

However, upon seeing the various fishing rods and professional equipment in the hands of this Transylvania group, his handsome face revealed a gentle smile, and he greeted fellow enthusiasts with a gesture quite amicable in using standard common language.