The key point of winning in the hunting ground is to capture the opponent's traces.

Walking on the deck of the main ship, Lu Jia looked at the surrounding water crew without a trace.

Based on some conditions, Lu Jia inferred that the possibility of the other party hiding in the army of necromancers was not high, and it was probably hidden in this imperial fleet.

After patrolling for a long time, Lu Jia shook his head slightly and gave up the idea of ​​using his eyes to capture clues. The total number of people in the fleet is thousands, and it is impossible to complete the task one by one. This behavior itself is also very dangerous - as long as the other party is not very stupid, he will know that the guy doing this kind of investigation must be his opponent.

Lu Jia closed her eyes and sorted out her mood for a moment. She could not find the other person's flaws for a while. Then she had to play her role well and try not to reveal the flaws. He knew that the other person was also like him, hiding in the dark and watching coldly, waiting for a guy around to reveal his poor acting skills...

Sitting on the low stool next to the round table of the main ship, Lu Jiayue admired the God of Death who created all this.

If these are all fake, being so vivid and realistic, it is naturally an unimaginable force, but if they are all real...

Where is this battlefield placed?

The sight passed the porthole, and the distant islands were dancing with birds, blue sky, white clouds, and sunlight.

It can never be the earth.

Lu Jia recalled that the 'dark' before entering the hunting ground this time seemed to be another sixteen minutes.

Exactly the same as the first time.

Strange time.

There was a shadow in front of me, and one hand slapped Lu Jia in the face when he was trance.

"Ah, isn't this a sick seedling on the Xiafeng?"

Grasping the hand, Lu Jia raised his eyes and looked at the man with a fleshy face in front of him.

The round table was already full of people, and the thirty-five captains of the fleet were already on the list, most of whom were worried, and obviously full of worries about the future.

There are only a few who are looking for trouble, and they seem to have a grudge against me.

Lu Jia looked at the three men with bad expressions beside him, with a cold expression, and gently pushed away his grasping hand: "I don't have time to waste time with you."

"A waste of time? Ha? Look at the face of this sick man." The man laughed: "What? Are you afraid of death?"

Swish ~

A steel knife suddenly stood on his neck, and the flood of laughter stopped immediately. Lu Jia patted the man on the shoulder with the blade: "I don't have time to waste time with you, and I will take back that title, because you are not even as good as me, a sick person."

The man with a heavy flesh looked cold and his half-sneering smile was still froze on his face. The moment Lu Jia drew his knife, his consciousness had already reacted, but the speed was much slower - the knife was already on his neck, and his hand had not touched his waist.

With the nerve reflex at 94 points and the high agility close to 80, there are definitely a very small number of individuals in humans who pass by Lu Jia in a comprehensive speed. Perhaps higher agility can make the movements faster and more flexible, but they may not be able to capture every reaction of the big man when they move.

‘Kuaishou’ is also a trait set by Lu Jia for role-playing, so he is not afraid of exposure.

The middle-aged man at the end of the round table coughed: "Poirot, Luther, it's time for you two, why are you still messing with me? Luther, I know your knife is very fast, I hope you will use it to cut the dead with the same spirit, and put it away now."

"Yes, sir." Lu Jia nodded, and the knife slowly left the neck of the man with a meaty man. The man glared at the eyes and the knife was put back like lightning.

"It seems you are not used to this knife leaving your neck, Poirot." Lu Jia smiled.

The big man Polo's expression immediately felt constipated, and there was anger in his stomach. He wanted to have an attack but was completely held on his face.

"Go and pull them away." The middle-aged man frowned and ordered. The two sailors came up to him, grabbed Lujia and Poirot's arms and separated them.

"Bad..." Poirot muttered, Lu Jia shrugged, turned a cold face, but he was secretly alert in his heart, thinking about the possible flaws, his nerves were also very nervous, guarding against possible sudden hidden arrows.

He thought he was careful, but just as no matter how perfect the plan had loopholes, Lu Jia still couldn't guarantee that he would not reveal any flaws and was caught by the opponent who was also hidden in the dark. Lu Jianeng imagined that those who could survive a few games in this hunting ground were definitely cunning foxes.

...

"Everyone, the battle situation is very dangerous." After a moment of silence, the fleet commander at the top of the round table said in a deep voice.

"No need to say, commander, we know what we are here to do." The man who had just confronted Lu Jia sat down carelessly: "Isn't it just a fight with the bones? For the sake of the empire, it's no problem, just beware of cowards dragging us down."

He glanced at Lu Jia and said.

"Shut Polo, tomorrow may be you carrying his body or your body. Now we need not disputes, but unity. Your little personal grudge has been around for almost ten years. Even if you can't forget it, you don't have to take it out and resolve it now."

"snort……"

Lu Jia remained silent, but thought seriously in his heart... Ten years, just one background in this space has been set to such a long time, and it is not easy to find a goal from the loopholes in the background.

"There are different ways to play life. We have thirty-five ships. Although the chances of winning against the hundreds of ships of the undead army are not great, it is still easy to delay it for a few months. If we use the right method." The fleet commander opened a map and pointed to an island: "Look, the east is the Pertos Pass. The Undead Fleet came from the southeast. We could just ambush the islands at the pass and ambush them while they passed by, achieving a surprising victory. If successful, there might be a glimmer of hope."

"Hope? Commander, please forgive me for my objection." A captain said: "Pertos Pass is a good place for ambushing, but it is in the sea of ​​Storm Sea, where storms come every few days, and there will be no ships at all..."

"I sent a scout to collect information," the fleet commander interrupted. "The last storm was yesterday. With the frequency of the storm in the sea of ​​storms, there will be no new storms in the next four days. Brill's fleet is less than three days away, so we have plenty of time to prepare."

"But Mr. Commander, we have other choices." A captain said anxiously: "There is a dangerous place at the Pertos Pass. Needless to say, if it is discovered by the undead and blocked the narrow passage of the pass, we will be completely trapped in those islands!"

"It may not be better than this, nor will it be more difficult to guard against." The fleet commander stood up straight and slapped the table with his broad palm: "Everyone, it is not the time to consider personal safety. We should put life and death aside. Even if we are not spared, we must strive for hope for the empire."

"For the Empire." A group of captains who had been arguing just now stood up solemnly and said in a neat tone.

"For the Empire." Lu Jia responded slowly, but he was still very concealedly using his observant's expression to be serious and raised his head.

If this person is another hunter involved in role-playing, then Lu Jia can easily knock him down with a gun now.

However, Lu Jia couldn't believe that the hunter would have such good acting skills.

What if there is?

Lu Jia paid attention to the face of the fleet commander, and his thoughts flowed in his heart.

When the situation is weak, choose to win by surprise. This is the right way to fight for the military. It is understandable to take a dangerous step and fight for life, and there is nothing to doubt, but Lu Jia still feels something is wrong.

"Report... Report." While Lu Jia was thinking, a sailor stumbled in and ran in: "Dead... the undead!"

"The Dead?" The round table was in an uproar.

"The Dead's Outpost Force!" The sailor roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes full of anxiety and horror: "They...they, they are here!!!"

The captain's head in the room was roaring in the head, and the fleet commander's expression was solemn. The sailors on the deck saw several large ships with dilapidated appearances and pale skeleton flags floating in the distance, and their faces turned pale.

"Prepare to fight..." The commander opened his throat and shouted to order.

"——Prepare for combat!" The order was delivered, and it became louder and louder. Gradually, all the sailors on the ships picked up their weapons and stared at the warships getting closer and closer.
Chapter completed!