While Luo Ji was busy developing the internal affairs and military power of his own civilization, five Sharkmen, led by Bol, the youngest son of the Sharkman patriarch Fulande, experienced a series of attacks outside Sea Area No. 15.

After a long journey, I finally got here.

It has to be said that the efficiency of acting alone is undoubtedly much faster than leading an army or troops.

In addition, the Sharkman clan's physical strength and speed are quite good, so this operation has been relatively smooth for Bol, at least so far.

"Captain, what should we do next?"

Following such a question, the four shark men who had arrived at the outskirts of Sea Area No. 15 all turned their attention to Bol.

To be honest, before this, although Boer had several experiences of leading troops in battle, most of the time, he was actually a young general under his father or brother, waiting for orders, so things like this were really difficult.

Just the first time.

The successful arrival made Bol feel relieved. Now faced with this problem of his tribe, he had only two choices.

The first one is to stay hidden and try to see if you can meet Gert quietly to understand the situation.

However, he was unfamiliar with Sea Area No. 15, and with such a large area, trying to find Gert would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, so the feasibility of this first method was very low and could basically be ignored.

In this case, the only option is to choose the second method, which is to directly contact the fishmen on this side, explain the purpose of coming, and then try to see if they can see Gert.

According to the intelligence he had confirmed, none of the fish-man reconnaissance teams sent by Pompeii Rand had returned.

From this information, it is enough to see that there must be fishmen patrolling within Sea Area No. 15.

In this way, things will be easier to handle.

Bol first took his four tribesmen and found a place to hide the remaining supplies. The batch of supplies his father prepared for them was enough to save them enough for their return trip, so there is still a lot left.

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After disposing of the supplies on his body, Boer ordered another tribesman to stay here, not only to guard the supplies, but also to provide support, just in case.

And he took the other three tribesmen and entered Sea Area No. 15 in an upright manner.

Sure enough, not long after they entered Sea Area No. 15, with the sound of surging sea currents, a group of fishmen quickly swam towards them and surrounded the four of them on the spot.

This situation made the four Boers tense up subconsciously, and at the same time, their eyes quickly glanced around.

The murlocs surrounding them at this time were all typical low-level murloc soldiers. A rough estimate of their number was around thirty.

According to the fighting prowess of the four shark-men, they can easily wipe out this small team of miscellaneous soldiers.

Regarding this point, the fishmen who surrounded the four Boers at this time were undoubtedly very clear in their hearts. Who would have thought that four sharkmen would suddenly come to this sea area on the 15th?

But before they took action, they had already sent people to call for reinforcements. It didn't take long for the reinforcements to arrive. What they had to do now was to delay the opponent.

And just when the captain of this patrol team was thinking about how to make a few words to buy some time.

As the surrounded party, Boer had already spoken first.

"Don't worry, we don't mean any harm. We came here this time just to meet a shark man named Gert."

Bol's directness made all the murlocs surrounding them look stunned.

At the same time, I also have a lot of thoughts in my mind...

After all, Gert is a shark-man, and the four people who came this time are also shark-men. When they think of the fish-man empire, they can't even think about it.

But in any case, they are just a group of small soldiers, and the one with the highest military rank is a captain-level non-commissioned officer. It is obviously not their turn to make a decision on this kind of matter.

As his thoughts whirled, the captain of the patrol team asked the four shark men headed by Boll to stay calm. After a while, along with the surging sea currents, a larger group, at least three in size, appeared.

A 400-member murloc troop has officially arrived here, and the man leading it is none other than Shark Goth!

According to the size of the shark-men, among the low-level fish-men soldiers, they naturally saw each other at a glance.

Then, the expression on Sharkgot's face was obviously stunned.

He received a report from the patrol that four sharkmen broke into Sea Area No. 15, so he rushed over with hundreds of fishmen in a hurry.

Along the way, he had certainly thought about a lot of things in his mind. After all, the people who came here were most likely of his own race, but he never expected that the people who came here were not only his own race, but also the same as him.

Brothers who grew up together...

Bol, who was surrounded by fish-men, had already seen him, but he didn't say anything because he didn't know what the situation was here. Considering all the circumstances, he felt that he should not speak for the time being.

Better.

After swimming closer, Gert, who confirmed some information from the patrol captain, glanced at the faces of the four shark men, and then spoke directly...

"Come with me."

Four shark men, under the "personal escort" of hundreds of fish men, slowly entered the deep-sea camp located in Sea Area No. 15.

Now, the largest tent in this deep-sea camp is actually a sunken ship. After clearing out some unnecessary things in the sunken ship and making some simple and crude modifications, the sunken ship became Gert's residence.

Gert swam directly into the sunken ship residence without asking other fishmen to follow him.

When Bol saw this, he was slightly surprised and at the same time, he left the three shark men who had been following him outside.

The three shark men obviously also knew that Gert and Bol were brothers who grew up together, so it was unlikely that there would be any big problems, so they did not show too much nervousness.

After closing the crooked-looking door and entering, Boll, who had been holding back all the questions, finally couldn't help but ask...

"Gert, what is going on? Why did you rebel?!"

At the moment when he asked this question, Bol's emotions were slightly out of control. Although a long time had passed since he first learned the news, his heart was still full of disbelief.

Facing this question, which was completely within his expectation, Gert's face showed a bit of bitterness.

"This, this matter is complicated to say. To put it simply, I am captured. I must surrender or die..."
Chapter completed!