"Sir, we found this on the sea." Several paladins directed the sailors to drag an oak barrel up with a fishing net: "This is a barrel used to hold wine, which must have been thrown down by those pagans."

This is good news for Dell. The other party accelerated all the way with the witch's blasphemy power, completely opening up the distance from his own warship. At present, the captain is completely relying on inertia to track.

According to the information, the final destination of the Cyris people should be the Wangxiang City, unless they give up this goal, they will definitely sail in the current direction.

However, those Cyris are scheming and it is not impossible to turn around temporarily.

After discovering the barrel, Dell was sure that he was not chasing the wrong direction and finally breathed 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 rises.

On the sea, one day and one night are enough for the other party to fall hundreds of miles away. With current navigation technology, it is impossible to track it down again.

"The great Lord of the Dawn protects us, and those pagans cannot escape, we are on the right route!" Paladin Dale loudly encouraged the morale of the sailors.

The previous attempt to risk leaving two warships made the entire fleet a little depressed. Dell took the opportunity to increase morale and promote the greatness of the Lord of the Dawn.

This time I went out to sea, Dell basically took believers of the Lord of Morning. When choosing a ship to sea, they chose the captain who believed in the Lord of Morning.

Although the church, as a whole, brought together believers of various deities to fight against the great enemy of chaos, the internal competition has never stopped.

Not to mention that some gods have long had conflicts, and even secular sects have been in conflict for many years. It is the greatest role of the church organization that can avoid fighting on the surface like now.

"Praise my Lord, your believers will always walk on the right path!" On the deck, both sailors and paladins, they whispered and repeated.

For a moment, the morale of the warships filled with paladins was bursting, and everyone believed that under the blessing of the great gods, they would definitely catch those damn pagans.

"Praise system, do you mean that these green skins are different and can communicate?" On the other side of the forest, Mike, who survived the disaster, also widened his eyes and looked at the Ganges players in front of him.

"Shh!" Abhishek Singh covered Mike's mouth: "Softly, I mean their heads can communicate, not that they can communicate. There are nearly 1,500 green-skinned people here. Except for the one who leads, the rest want to taste our taste!"

Poor Mike, from the beginning, was regarded as a pawn by Mama, and he didn't know that the pirates had long been related to the special green skin of Brother Idea.

He borrowed the musket from the above position and also obtained the prototype from the green skin in front of him, but he would soon find out.

Because Mike saw a few extra-large guys carrying relatively well-made spears in the green skins of the past.

He would not admit his mistake even if he died, that was the weapon he presided over on Treasure Island!

From drawings, to molds, to production processes, every step is followed by Mike personally, teaching the indigenous people little by little!

Damn it, are there any deals between them and Mama? These green skins won't send themselves back to Mama, right? Mike instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Then, the wounds on his body were soaked in the salt in his sweat, making Mike's face pale.

"Are you an American? Or an EU?" Absheck looked at Mike's face carefully. He was white and brown, and he probably didn't look like he was from the Russian side.

Abshek hopes to use this player to join the players of these two forces to fight against New China, and there must be several other big hooligans.

Among them, the Afiliga people were eliminated. Even if they did not mention their usual political stance, Abshek looked down on these existences who were even more black than themselves. They were lazy and could only rely on the mines to maintain their status.

How great would it be if vibrators were produced on the land where the Ganges flowed... Abhishek's fantasy was shattered before it even began.

Reason told him that if Zhenjin was really in his hometown, he would probably have called Xinhuaxia two hundred years ago.

The Russians are traditional ally of New China, and Abhishek doesn't know what he has to impress the other party to change his position.

But EU and the US are different. They will definitely be very happy to join forces with themselves, right?

Abhishek Singh, who was highly educated, focused his attention on the international situation a long time ago. He once hoped to rely on the intervention of overseas forces to complete the delusion of local regional independence.

Unfortunately, the plan failed before it even started. New China's invasion seemed to have received the acquiescence of several major powers, and no force dared to stand up and speak out loud.

For a period of time, the only aid force that Abhishek could survive was the only organization that was the Protective Umbrella Company, which was also under the soil by New China.

Of course, cooperating with those demons will cost a price. Abhishek didn't know how many compatriots he had sent to the umbrella laboratory.

Usually such units are carried out in villages. Sometimes Abhishek will wake up in nightmare. He always sees himself wrapped in countless broken flesh and blood and cannot breathe.

If it weren't for the lofty goal that supported him, Abshek suspected that he might have committed suicide long ago.

"Are you an American or an EU?" Abshek asked again, hoping that at least in the game, he could get the support of several other major powers.

"I am an American." Mike revealed his identity and wanted to see what the other party was thinking.

"I am Abhishek Singh, a humble person who wants to cooperate with you." Abhishek smiled kindly: "Here we have a common enemy, the New Chinese."

Mike's eyes lit up suddenly, and he felt that he was suddenly bright!

"Yes, we do have a common enemy!" Mike held Abshek's hand: "So how many people and how much power do you have to deal with those new Chinese people?"

"Haha, don't be so excited by my friend." Abshek felt that the direction of the matter was beginning to deviate from his expectations. The whole story he had prepared to convince the other party seemed completely useless. Could it be that the American imperial people were too enthusiastic?

"We have a lot of strength and a lot of people, but there is only one thing here." Abhishek said with his thumb and pinched the first knuckle of his little finger.
Chapter completed!