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Floating wooden boat, Peacewave No. 12.

"Splash!"

The torrential rain continued endlessly.

Through the heavy rain, Cheng Han vaguely saw what appeared to be an island ahead.

It was the Skyleaf Lotus.

Each lotus was an island.

Therefore, they were all named "Lotus Island."

The Eastern Li war zone had three Skyleaf Lotuses, named—Great Bright Lotus Island, Great Southern Lotus Island, Great Auspicious Lotus Island.

This floating wooden boat was sailing from Great Bright Lotus Island, where the Warhawk Legion was stationed, to Great Auspicious Lotus Island in the northeast.

A broadcast sounded at the right time.

"Everyone, we are about to arrive at Ze Lin Port. Please prepare to disembark!"

The workers began to move.

In the Voidwind Realm, "prepare" meant waiting for the ship to dock at the berth, and then the passengers would line up to disembark.

But in this world, "prepare" had a different meaning.

A crew member opened a cabin door and shouted, "Please line up to collect protective gear and help each other put it on."

The workers swarmed over and received wooden protective gear from the warehouse.

The crew member also mentioned a warning case: "Just a few days ago, someone didn't put on their protective gear properly, and it fell off when they got off the boat.

"A 'flying dogfish' suddenly jumped out of the water and bit off a large piece of meat from his arm. Everyone must check carefully."

Many ferocious fish roamed the waters near the port, often jumping out of the water to attack people, and there had even been tragedies of people being bitten to death.

However, these fish were all "lone rangers," always acting alone and suddenly, making it difficult to drive them away.

Therefore, "wearing protective gear when getting on and off the boat" was a bloody lesson.

To some extent, the situation of the Wan Hao people in this world could be described as—everywhere you look, there are enemies.

At this moment.

A crew member noticed that Cheng Han and his party were not wearing protective gear and quickly reminded them, "Sir, please…"

Vice Commander Lan Jiaoyao smiled slightly, "It's okay!"

The crew member's eyes glazed over for a moment, and he immediately ignored it.

Not just him.

Even the workers collectively ignored this unreasonable situation.

Cheng Han couldn't help but think of the Flowermother: "If the Flowermother were turned into an auxiliary race, and one Flowermother was stationed at each port, would this kind of thing still happen?"

This "private visit" made him increasingly feel that the value of the Flowermother clan was even greater than he had expected.

His mind turned again: "According to the covert observations of the Nether Spiders, the Flowermother generally like novel things. How should I cater to their preferences?"

The importance of the first contact was beyond doubt, so it must be treated with extra caution.

*

Five minutes later.

The floating wooden boat finally arrived at the port and slowly approached the dock.

Two crew members wearing protective gear walked to the hatch and worked together to open it.

"Splash!"

The sound of the heavy rain instantly increased.

Waterfall-like rain immediately flowed in from the doorway.

But no one complained.

Everyone had a solemn expression.

For ordinary people, this world was too dangerous. Every time they entered or left the port, it was a nerve-wracking test.

Soon.

The floating wooden boat docked at the pier.

Two crew members braved the heavy rain and rushed out, pulling the iron chains to slowly lower the bridge for getting on and off the boat.

Just then.

Cheng Han and Lan Jiaoyao's eyes flickered at the same time.

The female Mystic Master looked at a maid and instructed, "Take action."

The maid respectfully replied, "Yes!"

The two maids beside the female Mystic Master were both experts among warriors.

The next moment.

"Splash!"

A black shadow, four or five meters long, jumped out of the sea at an extremely fast speed, crashing into a crew member in mid-air.

Hearing the sound, the latter instinctively turned his head and glanced over, a look of great horror flashing in his pupils.

It was a big fish.

It opened its mouth in mid-air, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

At this moment.

The crew member had no time to dodge and could only watch the big fish fly over.

It was conceivable that if the crew member was bitten by the big fish, the best outcome would be missing arms and legs, and the worst would be being bitten in two.

Just then.

A soft shout sounded.

"Swoosh!"

An iron ball flashed and instantly shot into the big fish's mouth.

It was the maid who had taken action.

"Bang!"

There was only a muffled sound.

The big fish's forehead was pierced by the iron ball, and the force attached to it also knocked the big fish backwards, falling into the sea with a "plop."

Streaks of green blood quickly spread across the water surface.

This sudden change stunned everyone.

After a while.

A Mystic Skiff descended from the sky and landed next to the dock.

A loud voice sounded: "May I ask if Commander Cheng and Vice Commander Lan of the Warhawk Legion are on board? Zhang Shiqing, a War Affairs Executive from the Central War Zone, is here to greet you by order!"

The so-called "War Affairs Executive" was a military officer, usually held by mid- to high-level Mystics.

The purpose of this War Affairs Executive coming here was undoubtedly to receive the blueprints for the new type of Mystic Weapon, and the war zone's quick response was enough to show the importance attached to it.

Cheng Han stepped out and responded, "That's us!"

He took the lead, jumped off the bow of the boat, and quickly boarded the Mystic Skiff.

Behind him.

The crew members and workers were all stunned.

No one expected that these fellow passengers dressed as ordinary people were actually big shots in the war zone.

Some workers who had complained a lot about the Warhawk Legion were even more uneasy, regretting that they couldn't control their big mouths.

On the other side.

The Mystic Skiff had taken off and was flying towards a large fortress in the distance.

This type of vehicle had a "nimble Mystic Array," and the heavy rain did not touch the body of the skiff at all. Every drop of rain was pushed away by an invisible force field ten meters away.

Cheng Han looked down at the port through the glass and shook his head slightly: "With the arrival of the heavy rain, there are more big fish lurking in the port. We must ensure the safety of the crew members."

He also had a feeling that the Wolf Fang Fish, or the big fish attacking people at the port, was likely a secret act by a god-level powerhouse in this world.

Lan Jiaoyao nodded in agreement, "That's right!"

At the same time.

The female Mystic Master couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Mystics of the Central Court were high above and couldn't see the various threats faced by ordinary people, but Commander Cheng was willing to put down his status and personally experience the suffering of ordinary people.

She increasingly felt that the commander was a respectable person.

Executive Zhang sat next to him, his expression a little subtle.

He really couldn't understand why the commander of the dignified Warhawk Legion didn't worry about the big events in the war zone, but instead came to manage such trivial matters.

It was too strange.

But out of duty, Executive Zhang said a solution: "The Central Court can arrange a batch of warriors to guard each port."

Cheng Han shook his head and rejected it: "This cannot solve the problem. Even if warriors are stationed at the port, they can only be exhausted dealing with various attacks."

Executive Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to retort, "Do you have a better way?" but ultimately didn't have the guts to say it.

This book has reached one million words!

People say that you will become a god when you reach one million words, why haven't I become a god?