In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The dark depths of the ocean floor.

A transparent fluorescent creature that only relied on its tail tentacles to swim drew a trail in the darkness.

It's hard to tell what kind of strange-looking monsters these are.

The dark green ghost ship sails slowly on the bottom of the sea.

The lanterns shining on the stern illuminated a pale-faced zombie sailor. He stretched out his hand from the protective cover of the boat and nimbly caught a monkfish full of fangs that happened to swim by.

It was one of those fluorescent trails that circled the side of the ship.

The zombie sailor opened his mouth wide and threw the fish back into the sea with a wicked look on his face: This little thing looks really unique, and it's uglier than me.

This lottery activity is its biggest pastime.

In the middle of the deck, zombie sailors gathered around an open space. They carried various lanterns in their hands, including paper lanterns, glass covers, and simply green flames.

Traveling under the sea may seem romantic to others.

But if this journey is prolonged, it will make people fall into deep boredom - so the crew of the Disaster of the Seas are accustomed to finding fun for themselves in this boring voyage.

Right now, the deck is in the middle.

The boss of bosses was sparring with a wolf cub in swordsmanship. The fight between the two parties was so exciting that a group of undead sailors cheered.

Lothar jumped up and slashed down with the shining cross sword.

After receiving this powerful and heavy blow, Hans had to take several steps back, which caused the sailors to cheer even louder.

My lord is getting stronger and stronger.

Hans was filled with admiration.

Lothar secretly thought, your acting skills are getting better and better.

His melee combat ability was enhanced by blood waterfalls and bathing in dragon blood many times. It was pretty good among the elite wolf tribe, but compared with Hans, it was still a notch behind.

In the world of combat records, you cannot gain experience by killing enemies.

But Luck Black Dragon also explained that becoming stronger in this world will also feed back to the real world.

As a result, Lothar has been competing with Hans and Cools every day these days, and he has a deeper grasp of the swordsmanship expertise that comes with the Shining Cross Sword.

So people still have to push.

If he didn't really have nothing to do, he probably wouldn't be able to calm down. In addition to meditating every day, he would practice swordsmanship. It was better before, but since the relationship with Prajna and Jeanne has taken a further step, he can't calm down anymore.

Captain Hogg held a pipe in his mouth and stood in front of the captain's exclusive helm station, smoking it. In fact, he couldn't taste anything at all, it was just habitual.

With the help of the perception of the Ocean's Disaster, Hogg can feel that the armored ship Yaksi above his head is still traveling at high speed. Even with the tireless undead sailors, the Ocean's Disaster can only barely catch up with this high-speed ship. Ironclad ship. And cannot exceed it.

If Paul were here, there would still be a chance to drag this iron lump to the bottom of the sea. It's a pity.

Captain Hogg felt a little sorry.

Ghost ships have been traversing the Mediterranean for hundreds of years, and they have rarely encountered a few ships that can defeat the Ocean Disaster at sea.

But as time went by, even Captain Hogg, known as the pirate king of the Mediterranean, felt a little powerless in those ironclad ships that were indestructible and even blessed with extraordinary power.

But it's okay.

The enemy of pirates has never been the navy.

Captain Hogg could only console himself with this.

Fort Wolf, Texas.

The mountain path leading to the fort has been widened.

Dozens of strong wolves were shouting neat chants as they transported a huge city defense artillery to the fortress.

Jeanne was a little surprised and said: Where did you get the cannon?

Texas is a large farm. It cannot be said that there is no military industry here, but there are only a few small blacksmith-like workshops that can make some cold weapons.

Patriarch Giuliano explained: It was bought from New Orleans at a large price. It is serious equipment in active service of the British Royal Navy. It is driven by both white crystal and gunpowder. Each shot consumes a medium-quality white crystal, and the power is quite good.

Jeanne thought to herself: I'm afraid that not only did she buy the artillery, but she also verified the authenticity of the Wolf Clan expeditionary force from the British intelligence dealer.

Jeanne sighed: Those arms dealers are really rich and dare to sell anything.

Giuliano smiled bitterly: It's just a fortress cannon. No matter how advanced it is, we can't put it on a warship and hit the British homeland.

The chaos in North America is definitely inseparable from the British.

The British are far less greedy for land than the hungry Tsarist Russia who is afraid of poverty.

A place like Texas with fertile land but sparsely populated areas would not be considered by the British unless there was gold buried underneath.

As by far the greatest beneficiary of the Age of Discovery, the British controlled the richest land in the world.

But land alone is not enough, there must be sufficient manpower on it.

Therefore, Tianzhu in the East became the brightest pearl on the head of the British King.

But if you don't look down on it, you can't look down on it.

The British would never mind that the territories in America other than their own colonies were becoming increasingly chaotic.

It would be best for warlords everywhere to fight each other until their wits come out, so that they will never develop and pose a threat to the British colonies.

Giuliano said with some regret: The money to buy this fortress cannon was originally intended to be used to build roads. Leonsos always complained to me that there is no road to the port in New Basilicata, so that every year There are a lot of crops rotting in the warehouse.

But now...if we lose, there is no need to build any roads.

Jeanne said thoughtfully: Mr. Giuliano really cares about people's livelihood.

Giuliano smiled: Maybe you think it's a bit ironic - look, those wolf cubs who only know about destruction are like a group of farmers thinking about whether the grapes in the fields can be transported to the winery before they rot.

But the fact is that this is the home that we and ordinary people built together. Both we and they have a deep love for this land.

I didn't find it funny.

Jeanne shook her head slightly.

But it is indeed a bit ironic to think of those warlords in chaos.

The wolves' concept of good and evil is completely different from that of humans. However, when the two get to know each other better and become more interdependent, their concepts will influence each other and merge with each other, and it will become a matter of course.

Actually, there is nothing to be ironic about. Everyone is doing it for themselves. The wolf clan protects civilians, exchanges taxes from them, and then uses it to build our own territory and accept more wolves. This is a virtuous circle.

The more wolves there are, the more civilians we can shelter and more wasteland can be reclaimed. The more civilians we have, the more wolves we can feed.

Giuliano's voice was sincere, completely different from the image of an ambitious man originally imagined by Jeanne.

Indeed.

A real careerist is not the sinister-looking villain in movies and TV shows who likes to hide in the dark and ponder every conspiracy.

A true careerist needs to have outstanding personality charm.

Jeanne changed the subject and suddenly asked: What about Chelinina? What role does she play in your ambition? Is it a proton? Or do you have other considerations?

Giuliano's expression changed slightly. Although he had tried his best to control himself and not think about it these days, he knew that since the wolf master had decided to attack him, he would definitely not let Cellinina go.

Even the patriarch of the Saluzzo family has a good personal relationship with him.

But if he were in the position of the leader of the Saluzzo clan, he wouldn't be able to disobey the Wolf Lord because of his friend's daughter.

The tradition of the wolf clan is to pay attention to the family.

For the sake of the family's survival, there would be no psychological burden if someone sacrificed even one of his own clansmen, let alone a foreigner.

I don’t know if Cellinina can escape safely.

He is very confident about his daughter's talent, but he is not sure how far Celinina's strength has progressed.

But come to think of it, for someone who is at the level of a centurion at most, it would be extremely difficult for him to successfully escape from the enemy's pursuit.

I just didn't expect the Wolf Lord's reaction to be so violent.

Giuliano's tone was full of loneliness.

Not only him, but many of the Two Sicilian wolves did not realize why the Wolf Lord suddenly attacked the Basilicata family. This civil war happened so suddenly that it was beyond the expectations of most people.

Don't worry, Cellinina was not caught by them.

Jeanne's tone was playful: Do you know how we became friends?

Giuliano was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in his tone: Did you three save Cellinina?

Jeanne shook her head and said: That's not true - have you heard of that giant ship that travels in the long river of time?

There was a hint of disbelief in Giuliano's eyes. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Jeanne.

That's right, that's it. No need to say it. We actually come from the future. In that world line, without our help, you will lose miserably. But Chelinina fought out of the siege of the Yaksi family alone. She The potential is greater than you think.”

Giuliano was silent for a while.

From Jeanne's understatement, he seemed to have seen the sight of corpses littering the fields in Texas.

Chelinina has never understood you. She even resented you for provoking this war for your own selfish desires and ruining all the people of Basilicata.

Giuliano was stunned for a moment.

There was a rare seriousness in Jeanne's tone: It's not her fault. It was you who let her receive the most traditional wolf education, and you never told her your ideas. It's normal that she doesn't understand you. .

Indeed, it's my fault. I'm not a good father.

Giuliano's expression was a little complicated: Besides, she is right, I am indeed a disgraceful careerist.

Jeanne said with some regret: Chelinina's talents are outstanding and are highly valued by adults. If she stays in Texas to help you, I think she will be a good helper.

That lord?

Yes, he is the captain of yesterday's giant ship.

The corners of Jeanna's mouth curled up slightly, thinking of her own adults always made people feel relaxed and happy.

He...is he willing to help us and change history?

Jeanne said seriously: This is not about changing history.

Combat records are only an intercepted part of the long river of time. No matter how the upstream changes, it will not affect the real long river of history.

You can understand that the moment we arrived in this world, the long river of history branched off into a brand new tributary. No matter how this river flows, it will not affect the original direction of history.

Seeing that Giuliano breathed a sigh of relief, Jeanne quickly poured cold water on him and said, But don't be too happy too early. My Lord is only a weak incarnation. The real battle has to rely on us.

Giuliano couldn't imagine how the captain of a giant ship traveling in the river of yesterday could be associated with the word weak.

But having such strong support is already an unexpected blessing.

Jeanna pointed at the wolves who had gathered from the foot of the mountain to transport various resources and supplies to the castle, and asked: Speaking of which, are you planning to completely give up the idea of ​​ambush at the port?

Yes, if the expeditionary force comes, they will definitely take the Yaksi... It is an iron-clad ship with extremely fierce firepower. The Wolf Federation's stronghold along the coast cannot withstand a single shot from it.

The Wolf Clan Federation is the new self-proclaimed name of the wolf clan in the New World, and it is also a manifestation of abandoning the old family concepts.

At present, the wolves scattered in various strongholds in Texas are rushing to Fort Wolf. Giuliano has already planned to fight a decisive battle with the enemy here.

Giuliano added: Before abandoning those strongholds, the wolf tribe's mounted police will organize a large-scale eradication of monsters in the wilderness. Although this effect should not last long, it is also a helpless move.

Jeanne nodded and said: I understand that your strength is limited, and you must clench your five fingers into a fist.

In fact, Giuliano could also abandon Texas, which he had finally built, and let the old wolf tribe burn it to the ground. Anyway, the New World is so big, they could move to a remote new place.

But if they do that, the blow to the morale of the Wolf Federation will be extremely huge.

The wandering wolves are still like rats in the sewers. They cannot get on the stage and are chased away like mice by the superior wolves. They don't even dare to fight, and they have to give up the land they have cultivated for more than ten years.

When they arrive in a new place, will any wolves be willing to be as confident and energetic as they were when they first built Texas?

They might think: This is just a temporary place to stay anyway. When the old wolf army comes to the city, they will flee like bereaved dogs - what's the difference between such a day and their own wandering?

Can the so-called Wolf Clan Federation really protect its own people?