Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

Chapter 521

"Nagacabros?"

Standing on a merchant ship facing the waves, Jincheng muttered to himself, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Jincheng's revenge was launched quickly, but he knew that he had to be fully prepared before making a decision, which was the quality of a great man.

When Jincheng went to Bilgewater from the south, he passed by the Serpentine Islands in the north, and he keenly sensed a familiar breath - the same feeling as the spiritual realm of Ionia.

Combining the memories of his previous life and his special understanding of the beliefs of the people of Bilgewater, he realized that Bilgewater was not an ordinary place, and its dark side also hid something extraordinary.

Just like Janna of the Twin Cities, Bilgewater has its own patron saint - Nagacabros.

Jincheng did not rush to settle accounts with Gangplank directly, but chose to observe and understand the situation secretly first, and take action after ensuring that he was sure enough.

Although he was full of anger and irritability, Jincheng knew that this was just the side he showed to others. If he was like this, he would be doomed.

He had to be good at using others' misunderstanding of him to achieve his goals and make the enemy unpredictable.

Jincheng tried to understand the power and influence of Nagacabros.

"I heard that Gangplank was favored by Nagacabros, right?" Jincheng knew a lot.

But this was not enough to stop him. Jincheng was just looking for a suitable method.

"Being strong is not scary, but being strong and cautious is scary. Who knows what is hidden in secret!" Jincheng whispered and reminded himself.

As the merchant ship slowly docked at the Bilgewater dock, Jincheng was finally about to set foot on this land full of mystery and danger.

On the deck, Jincheng was attracted by the scene of the coast - magnificent and peculiar buildings were like a group of sleeping beasts, lying quietly on the coast.

These buildings are in the shape of sea monsters, as if they are mysterious creatures rising from the deep sea, giving people a strong visual impact.

Jin Cheng stared at these buildings, and a sense of understanding surged in his heart: "Is this the legendary snake caller?"

He learned about Bilgewater in advance.

Many huge horns are built on each snake caller building. These horns are ancient and mysterious instruments. When played, they can interfere with the fluctuations of the waves, making it impossible for sea monsters to accurately find the location of Bilgewater.

These buildings are unique beach fortifications in the local area. They guard the city and resist threats from the depths of the ocean.

Jin Cheng observed these snake callers with interest and was about to get off the ship.

At this moment, the captain who did business with Piltover came over with a flattering face.

He knew that this passenger was extraordinary and hoped to gain more benefits from him.

The captain asked respectfully, "Sir, do you need some local guides? We can provide the best service."

Jincheng shook his head and answered firmly, "Thank you, but no. I'm here to discuss some sea beast business."

The captain who was directing the sailors to carry the goods to the dock was still insisting on business: "Sea beast business? It just so happens that I have some here..."

But the next moment, Jincheng disappeared from the coast, leaving the captain with a look of loss.

Jincheng wanted to personally understand what Bilgewater was like. It is said that chaos and dirtiness are synonymous with this place.

There are mermaids here, betrayal and reversal can happen at any time.

The freshness of coming to a place makes Jincheng want to experience the simple folk customs.

...

The dock of Rat Town, the slaughter area, stinks.

A man in a windbreaker is pulling down the brim of his hat and leaning against the shadow corner cast by a container. The stench of sea beast blood keeps entering his nose.

To be honest, it's not that the people of Bilgewater can't get used to the smell.

Several Hook Gang members dragged their feet and passed by not far away. The man pulled the brim of his hat and leaned back into the shadows. Those cruel, murderous, and cruel guys didn't notice this guy.

Trist promised that if he was discovered, he would definitely not be able to beat these brave guys. After all, they are a gang known for their cruelty, and it's on their territory.

But he remained calm.

After all, he didn't scout the place so many times in vain.

At this time, night had fallen.

The sky was as dark as ink, and a bright moon was hanging high, but it was blocked by thick clouds, and the moonlight could not penetrate the dark clouds.

The darkness enveloped the entire dock, as if it was covered with a mysterious veil.

The scene on the dock became blurred, and only faint lights shone through the mist.

The dock was piled withThe dock was filled with huge crates, which were randomly stacked together to form an insurmountable barrier.

Some of these crates were dilapidated, while others were still intact.

Their existence made the dock seem more chaotic and crowded, and more suitable for people to sneak in.

At the end of the dock, a row of neat warehouses stood.

These warehouses were built with their backs to the coastline, looking solid and stable.

There were several figures holding crossbows on the roof of the warehouse, watching every move around.

These people were night sentinels, responsible for protecting the safety of the dock.

However, they did not notice Drizzt's arrival because they were busy playing cards with loud noises, and the noise was endless, even cursing.

This noisy atmosphere made them completely lose their vigilance.

Drizzt put his hands in his pockets and began to move carefully.

His steps were light and silent, like a cat sneaking in the dark.

He knew that he should act cautiously and not make any noise to attract the attention of the night sentinels.

After all, not everyone likes to rush through the barriers like a reckless man.

His movements are skillful and professional, and every step is carefully calculated to ensure that he will not be discovered.

Drizzt has been roaming the South China Sea for many years, relying not only on luck, but also on his wisdom and means.

He always hides his true strength so that the enemy cannot easily detect it.

In this way, even if he encounters danger, he always has a way to retreat. He understands that once his means are known to others, it is only a matter of time before he is cracked.

As magicians know, the trick is always - don't get caught.

As long as he is not exposed, he can always maintain his advantage and control the situation.

Of course, located in the core area of ​​the Iron Hook Gang, the buildings here are intricate, and even if Drizzt visits many times, he can't know every area well.

There are all kinds of guards patrolling the territory of the Iron Hook Gang.

They are either holding sharp weapons or crossbows, watching the movements around them almost in a daze.

But because there are so many guards and they are widely distributed, the surveillance network seems to be very tight.

Drizzt has also been stuck in a dead end more than once. Sometimes, he would find that the road ahead was suddenly interrupted or he would encounter an insurmountable high wall.

These situations forced him to find other paths again, increasing the difficulty and risk of his actions.

The cut-off road ahead, the cold wall of the heart, the heavy footsteps behind him, the despair of being discovered, this is a scene that almost all Bilgewater people would be scared to death.

However, Drizzt seemed unusually calm. He popped out a card from his sleeve, and the card flipped lightly between his fingers.

This card seemed to bring him some kind of strength and courage, and a faint light appeared on the card.

...

The card game in the warehouse continued, and playing cards was one of the few entertainment activities for the guards.

They sat around the table, focusing on the cards in their hands, completely immersed in the fun of the game.

As for guarding the gate seriously, please, they are pirates of the Iron Hook Gang, how can pirates guard the gate obediently.

"What's that noise, who's there!" Suddenly, a scream broke the silence. A double-flowered red stick of the Iron Hook Gang with a face full of flesh stood up, holding a card in his hand, staring at the building in the distance of the warehouse.

He just saw a figure flash by, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was just an illusion.

"Huh? Gronx, you must be tired of women, are you blurry? Who dares to mess with our Iron Hook Gang? Come on, keep playing cards, don't run away, bastard!"

Another tall and thin guard immediately yelled, he was very dissatisfied with his companion's behavior.

"Fuck! There's really someone!" The strong man looked at his hand and threw the card into the deck without hesitation. He felt that there was no hope in this game, so he might as well give up.

Then, he got up and walked towards the place where he was looking, wanting to see if there was really someone there.

The tall and thin man immediately grumbled in dissatisfaction, but still followed his partner.

They came to the dead end where the figure had entered, and the strong thug looked inside inadvertently, but found that there was no one inside.

"Is there anyone?" The tall and thin guard shouted, and pirates spoke like this.

"No, maybe I saw it wrong!" The strong thug shook his head, but she really saw it just now.

But he really didn't see anyone, so he just felt that he was dazzled. After all, who would care about the cards wet by dirty water on the ground?

The tall and thin man cursed angrily: "Damn it, I knew that you, a dog, just have bad cards and don't want to pay!The worst guys are not as good as your cards!"

He thought his companion was just making excuses not to pay his gambling debts, and he was very annoyed.

"Don't talk nonsense, my cards are very good! I just don't want you to lose too much!" The strong thug retorted in a muffled voice.

...

"Isn't this simple? "

In Gangplank's main warehouse, the heavy door has never been opened. Perhaps only those nimble rats can freely enter and exit from the small holes in the wall.

However, at this moment, Drizzt stood there lazily, staring at the piles of rare treasures in front of him.

These treasures were looted by Gangplank from the Twelve Seas, and their value is inestimable.

Here are glowing Demacia armor, exotic artworks, and luxurious and dazzling silks from Ionia.

Each item exudes an alluring light, telling of their preciousness and uniqueness.

These treasures are neatly arranged in boxes, forming a breathtaking wall of wealth.

"It's a pity that I can't take these away! "Drizzt sighed softly, but his eyes were always locked in one direction, as if he had a clear goal.

He walked slowly to the unloading area of ​​the warehouse, his fingers casually running over various cartons and crates, feeling their texture and weight.

As his footsteps got closer and closer, finally...

"Found it!" Drizzt said softly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

He stopped and opened the lid of the box, only to see a beautifully cast dagger lying quietly on the black velvet base.

The dagger flashed with cold light, with ingenious workmanship, extremely sharp blade, and gemstones inlaid on the handle, which looked particularly gorgeous.

Just as Drizzt was about to reach out to pick up the dagger, a slight "click" sound suddenly came from his side.

His body froze instantly, then he slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his face.

He knew who had appeared behind him without saying a word.

"Hey, Drizzt, long time no see! "A deep and familiar voice sounded in his ears.

At the same time, a huge shotgun appeared in his sight, with the muzzle firmly against his head.