Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Soon, the supplies in Ilamt Port were moved and gathered by fishmen.

On Han Zhan's side, he and Feng Xiaozao were responsible for moving onto the "Big Bird".

With the guns pointed at the murlocs, they did not dare to act rashly.

The supplies in Ilamt Port are much less than imagined.

After all, it is just a small port, the first supply station of Novice Village, and what it can provide is limited.

However, among these supplies, they still found the food materials and medicines they urgently needed.

The selected materials were taken away by Li Lingzhen and Xia Youwei, and were further strengthened through their respective positions and talents.

"Carefully cooked egg fried rice: +20 hunger points, +5 spiritual points. It is large and filling, but lacks the taste of gourmet food. Under the special processing of the chef, it seems to enhance the body's defense by 1%, and the effect lasts for a long time 1 hour."

"Painkiller (special effect version): +15 health points, +10 mental points. Special effect, within 5 minutes after taking it, restore 1 health point and 2 mental points every 1 minutes, the effect lasts for hour. (The only effect )"

"Simple bandage (enhanced version): +5 points of health value, +1 point of mental value. Enhanced effect, additionally adds 1 point of health value and 1 point of mental value."

Simple food and medicine solved the "Greybird"'s urgent need.

Shang Siting, who was in the worst condition, gradually recovered after eating a portion of egg fried rice and a painkiller.

On the other side, Han Zhan was negotiating with the murlocs in Ilamt Port.

"Is there really only so much supplies?" he asked suspiciously, "Ilamt Port is a supply port after all. Where are the supplies?"

"Despicable... oh no, respected sir, this is all the supplies we can collect."

One of the older fishmen spoke.

"You came at the wrong time. Materials will be supplied at Ilamt Port every Monday and will last for a week. Today is the weekend, which happens to be the last day of material supply."

"Other warships passing here have bought enough supplies, and there is not much left."

When Han Zhan heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you lying to me? The sailors of the Night Walker are obviously here, and you're telling me that there are not many supplies left?"

When he said this, he shook a bag of water coins in his hand. There were only about four or five hundred coins, and he said in a rather dissatisfied tone.

Han Zhan could see the anger and resentment hidden in the eyes of the murlocs when they lowered their heads, as well as the color of their names above their heads like traffic lights.

But it doesn't matter.

From Han Zhan's point of view, since the two sides have turned against each other, there is no need to leave a front line.

Just drain the remaining value of Ilamt Port.

"Sir, we really did not lie to you. The situation of the 'Nightcrawler' is different from that of other fleets."

"It is one of the best fleets in this area. One supply point alone is not enough to meet its needs, so it will send sailors to multiple supply ports for purchase."

"The Port of Ilamt is just one of the ports it purchases, and what it purchases is not critical materials. It is just daily food and simple medicines for the lowest level sailors."

Han Zhan nodded secretly after hearing the old fish man's words.

If that's the case, there's no problem.

At least that's what it seems logically.

It's just a pity, as the old fish man said, the time when they attacked Ilamt Port was not coincidental.

If it were Monday, the port of Ilamt, which had just completed the replenishment of materials, would be full of supplies. When Han Zhan thought of this, he couldn't help but ponder the possibility of another attack on Ilamt Port on Monday.

The old fish man was looked at with strange eyes by Han Zhan, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver running down his spine.

Forget it, this time I attacked Ilamt Port, but I happened to not encounter too many defensive forces. After this attack, Ilamt Port will definitely strengthen its defense... Han Zhan thought of this and gave up the idea just now. .

Although by next Monday, the combat effectiveness of the "Grey Bird" will definitely increase dozens of times, there is no doubt about this.

But it would not be a wise decision to plunge oneself into a possible encirclement and face more unknown situations for the sake of an Ilamt port.

As the captain, I need to think about all the members of the "Graybird".

At this time, the harvest of Ilamt Port has also been sorted out by Shang Siting and the others:

There was probably enough food for them for a week, as well as twenty painkillers and fifty bandages. That was the total harvest.

At the same time, in Han Zhan's ears, a special game prompt sounded:

"Congratulations on completing a 'small supply port sack'."

"The reputation of the Gray Bird at sea is +500 points."

"The relationship between the 'Greybird' and the fish-men tribe has dropped to 'hostility'. Under a hostile relationship, you will no longer be able to observe the other party's level, name, hostility value and other information."

Listening to the reminder sound in his ears, when Han Zhan looked at the old fishman and other fishmen, the traffic lights above their heads disappeared.

However, the hatred in their eyes seemed to be much stronger.

Attack the Ilamt Port, plunder supplies, gain maritime reputation, and gain power relations. This is indeed a complete virtual game world.

Just when Han Zhan was disturbed by the sound of game prompts and fell into deep thought,

The old fish man who was very close to Han Zhan had extremely crazy hatred in his lowered eyes.

Because Fox, the sailor of the "Nightcrawler" who died at the beginning, was his son!

Swish!

The old fish man skillfully pulled out a sharp short knife from behind his ankle and stabbed Han Zhan quickly.

"You are still too young, adventurer."

"Let me tell you another piece of advice. On a water planet, do not leave your ship unless necessary."

"Otherwise... it will be like this. No matter how powerful your talents are, if you lose the warship, how can your close combat ability be that of the fish-men..."

The old fish man's words stopped abruptly.

Because the dagger in his hand was firmly clamped by Han Zhan with two fingers.

He didn't even turn to look behind him.

"Thank you for your advice."

"However, there are always some people who have the means to protect themselves even if they leave the ship, such as - me."

As Han Zhan spoke, he made an agreed gesture to the gunners of the "Graybird" who were waiting in full formation.

The moment he kicked away the old fishman who had sneaked up on him and returned to the warship, hot flames spewed out from the muzzles of the three roller cannons at the same time.

boom! boom! boom!

The already dilapidated Port of Ilamt collapsed again under the bombardment of artillery.

"You succeeded in destroying 'Port Ilamut'."

"The reputation of the Gray Bird at sea is +2000 points."

"The relationship between the 'Greybird' and the fish-men tribe has dropped to the level of 'mortal enemy'."