Time passed in the docks of torture abyss, filled with tung oil, rust and tension.
The craftsmen worked day and night, and the sound of beating was endless.
A month later, the fleet took on a new look.
The "Abyssal Noose", a double-decker oar giant ship that had been hit hard, stood proudly in the main berth at the moment.
The broken keel was embedded in tough ironwood and riveted with huge bronze splints, and the decaying ribs and planks were replaced with brand new oak.
The outer side of the hull is covered with multiple layers of linen soaked in tung oil, creating a tough waterproof layer.
The deck was re-laid and polished, the sails were replaced with thicker canvas, and the ropes were all renewed, taut and powerful.
The seven newly captured rowing boats were also integrated into the fleet sequence, and the fierce angle of the bow flashed with cold light.
The damage to the hull was carefully repaired, and the iconic bronze angle of the bow was polished to a cold light, reflecting a cold murderous intent under the torch.
Night, like thick ink, slowly enveloped the abyss of torture.
The hustle and bustle of the dock did not stop, but entered the final sprint.
The craftsmen held torches and carried out the final inspection and reinforcement.
The sailors were busy carrying barrels of fresh water, cured meat, hard bread, and bundles of arrows, crossbows, and stone bullets onto the warships. The clanging of weapons clashing, rude shouts and heavy footsteps came from the deck.
The air was filled with a sense of excitement and solemnity characteristic of the pre-war period.
In the deep night, Rollo Uhores led his "feint fleet" to set sail first.
As the sound created by Rollo's fleet gradually disappeared below the sea level in the distance, the main port of Torture Abyss fell into a brief silence.
But this silence is not relaxation, but the last breath before the storm.
Under the cover of the midnight mist floating over the sea, the real main fleet led by Liu Qian began to slide out of the port silently.
Accompanied by Jorah Mormont, he quietly pounced on the hidden dock on the west side of Split Palate Island, under the cover of the late night mist at sea.
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Split palate island, main port.
A patrol pirate rubbed his bloodshot eyes and struggled to look at the gray sea level.
The sea breeze carries a salty smell and a hint of ominous chill.
He had been staying up in this damn tower for most of the night, and there was a cool air in his bones.
Since Lord Kago escaped back with a broken arm, his temper was as bad as a mad dog with his teeth pulled out and his tail stepped on, and all lookout posts must keep their eyes wide open around the clock, and the people of Torture Abyss could retaliate at any time.
"Damn, the leader of the Torture Abyss is very evil..."
He took a mouthful of thick phlegm and cursed in a low voice.
The horror legend about Liu Qian, the new owner of the Torture Abyss, circulated like a plague in the main port of Split Palate Island, and many pirates who participated in the Battle of the Tidal Reef came back to tell everyone the scene of the night.
Swords that can wield flames, huge longbows that shoot flaming arrows, and silent soldiers who are like towers and well-equipped...
Just thinking about it sends shivers down your spine.
Suddenly, his sleepy eyes widened suddenly.
At the junction of the sea and sky, a blurry sail shadow is rapidly enlarging.
"Enemy attack !!!"
He roared with all his strength, and his broken gong voice was particularly harsh in the silence of the second half of the night.
He frantically banged the rusty bronze bell hanging next to the watchtower!
"Bell! Clang! Bell ——!!! "
The sudden and mournful alarm bell instantly tore apart the tranquility of the main port of Split Palate Island!
The pot exploded on the dock in an instant.
The pirates, fresh from their hangovers, rushed out of the shed disheveled, cursing, and panicking in search of weapons.
Kago's henchman rushed up to the pier pier with his pants and snatched the lens barrel of the watchman next to him.
In the mirror tube, a fleet was approaching the main port at full speed.
On the sail of the ship at the head was the familiar figure of Torture Abyss - Rollo Uhoris.
The cunning old fox was wielding a scimitar and pointing in the direction of the main harbor, and behind him stood a dense pirate with unsheathed swords.
"It's Luo Luo, the main force of the Torture Abyss, they are calling!"
The leader's voice trembled with a hint of imperceptibility, and he turned around abruptly and roared at the messy men: "Sound the highest alarm, the ballista is ready, move the fast!" "
The entire main port of Split Palate Island was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed, completely boiling.
Pirates flocked to the fortifications like headless flies, heavy ballistas were pushed up the stacks, and archers climbed low walls in panic.
Rollo stood on the stern of his medium-sized paddle boat on the sea in the distance, squinting at the panicked scene and the louder and louder alarm bells on the main harbor of Split Palate Island in the distance, with a sly and smug smile on his face.
He smiled at the first mate beside him and said, "Herald, all the ships, build momentum for Lao Tzu, beat the trumpet, and wave the flag for Lao Tzu!" Get closer, get closer, and dangle on the edge of their ballista range. "
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "
"Woo-woo-woo——!"
The dull sound of war drums and the mournful horn sounded on the sea, and the flag of Torture Abyss danced wildly on each ship.
Rollo's fleet approached the main port menacingly, but cunningly stayed on the edge of the maximum range of the opponent's heavy ballistas, constantly changing formations and making a gesture that could charge at any moment.
Rollo even asked several sailors with the loudest voices to stand at the bow of the ship and curse in the direction of the main port:
"Kago, the bereaved dog with a broken arm! Get out and die! "
"Miscellaneous pieces of Split Palate Island, I'm here to collect your bad lives!"
"Master Liu Qian wants to use Kago's shark head as a drinking utensil!"
The foul language floated clearly to the city wall with the sound of drums and horns, and the pirates on the island were so angry that they screamed, but they did not dare to rush out of the strong fortifications.
Several crossbow arrows came with a whistling sound and landed far on the sea in front of Rollo's fleet, splashing a few weak splashes.
"Haha, yes, that's it, scold me, scold hard!" Rollo was happy to slap her thigh.
In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the main port, the bay where the dock is located is shrouded in a relatively quiet mist.
Its hidden location, far from the main channel, is Kago's last hope.
The alarm from the main port of Split Palate Island obviously reached here, and several rowing warships that had been crouching in the dock set sail and headed towards the main port.
The few remaining scarred warships were lying in the humble docks, and the craftsmen yawned and repaired them with the help of lights.
On guard were two old small paddle patrol boats, the captain huddled in the small cabin, nibbling on a piece of salted meat jerky as hard as a stone with bad wine.
He lost his gamble last night and was in a bad mood.
"Boss, there is... There are situations..."
The shouts of the sentinels came from the mast lookout, with incredible horror.
"Damn, what the hell is called." The captain scolded impatiently, slowly climbed out of the cabin, and squinted his sleepy eyes to look in the direction the sentinel was pointing.
His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle.
It was not an illusion of the mist dissipating, it was a fleet of huge sail shadows.
"Cool... Torture Abyss's fleet? Aren't they on the side of the main port?! His voice split instantly, and the dried bacon in his hand fell on the deck without realizing it.
He remembered the horror legend about the new owner of the Torture Abyss...
The flame longsword and the flaming arrow that broke one of Kago's arms...
"U-turn, turn around, go back to the dock to report!"
He roared exhaustedly, and his voice changed tone: "Send a signal, the enemy attacks, it is the people of Torture Yuan, we have fallen into the trap, their target is not the main port, it is the dock!" "
The two patrol boats were like frightened rabbits, and the oarsmen burst into a survival instinct, rowing frantically, trying to turn the bow around.
The sailors on the masts scrambled to raise the black pennant representing the highest danger and light the beacon of the alarm.
However, it was too late.