Black Sail

Mulong hinterland, Kelor Highlands.

Building a city necessarily requires convenient transportation, and Kelor City is not on the mountain but located at the foothills of the Transversal Mountain Range.

Those winding and verdant mountains, covered with white frost due to the high altitude.

"Rein’s hometown might be quite similar to this place."

Shadi couldn’t stand the city’s atmosphere, full of densely packed, dying soldiers and veterans; just one more glance and they would explode, listen to their death rattle a bit longer and you’d feel like melting, as if you were going to die alongside them. The sheer amount of negative energy was overwhelming, comparable to the hopeless jungle of addicts and old prostitutes at Heaven Port.

He wandered around the Black Sail camp outside the city.

The battlefront of Aran’s Grand General on Crocodile Island hadn’t even reached the midline yet, with Seventh Amendment troops harassing at the front. Meanwhile, this rear area desperately needed to recover and wait for the supplies from Lostra and the advance payment from Lostra’s finance office to Black Sail. Pirates from Heaven Port never run errands for free; they always expect some sign of goodwill before the deal is done, because you never know if you’ll live to spend the rest of the payment.

In about a week, when the Golden Dragon arrives, Black Sail should head to the frontlines. Not only to share the profits of the Seventh Amendment’s transportation network but also to show loyalty to Lostra. When you’ve provoked someone you can’t afford to cross, you need a reliable backer.

This isn’t just gang warfare; it’s a real battle.

"It’s different, this place is too vast and eerie. When I worked as a mercenary, I heard adventurers say that the views at Chenfeng Plateau made them think of Heidi and Grandfather, saying anyone who went there had to be crazy."

Morison played with a house of cards, looking utterly dejected, while gazing at the carrion vultures circling above, attracted by the stench from the city.