He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 160 160. Failure is called rebellion, success is called revolution!
The Port of Brien Snow is a port city that spans both sides of a river.

As the only port city in the Principality of Birka in the past, and with the only access to the sea in Birka, its economy was quite prosperous, second only to the royal capital.

In fact, the battle to capture the Port of Bulian Snow should have been the most difficult, because of the important economic and strategic significance of this city, and the largest and most elite garrison in the Port of Bulian Snow.

There are only seven or eight senior magicians in the Principality of Birka, and five of them are stationed here.

It was also thanks to Prince Birka III. That guy put all his attributes into internal strife. Not only did he forcibly requisition the elite cavalry, he also forcibly took the magician away. The magician under his command cast a spell to control him, and he died on the battlefield.

In the end, it was a good deal for Markov and the others.

After the change of the Principality of Birka, the special nature of the Port of Birka was naturally a priority area for development.

The people who manage this place are the disciples brought by Matthew, the core elite of the Dawn Cult, as well as the docile rabbit people and bird people, and a mage-level elven wizard who is in charge.

The port of Snow is as stable as a rock.

It is inevitable that sea monsters will occasionally wreak havoc on the shipping routes.

……

It is about thirty nautical miles away from the port of Brien Snow.

The warm sunlight is evenly spread on the sea. Looking down from the sky, the sea is sparkling, like a painting in which the sky and the sea complement each other.

A solitary boat is swaying with the ups and downs of the waves. In the endless radius, there is probably only this lonely little boat lying abruptly across the sea.

It has an elegant artistic conception of "rowing on the blue sea and feeling happy".

only……

"vomit!"

Large amounts of vomit flowed from the edge of the boat into the sea like a waterfall, and the pungent sour smell made the area unsuitable for fish life.

Hesto was standing on a wooden box with a thick hemp rope tied around his waist.

He lay half-dead on the edge of the boat, rummaging through the space in his stomach.

Every time the boat swayed, Hesto's vomiting sound would follow.

After vomiting for a long time, Hesto struggled to flip onto the boat, his cheeks pale and his eyes black.

The heavy arm armor had already been thrown away. Now he was half dead and couldn't even stand up with the help of the boat, let alone the heavy dwarf arm armor.

"dying……"

Hesto stared blankly at the seabirds flying by in the sky. Even when the seabirds left guano on his armor, the proud heroic knight Hesto remained unmoved.

"No one told me that going out to sea was such a terrible torture..."

Hesto's faint whine could be heard.

"I'd rather... live in the lava lake next to the Skyfire Furnace for a year than go out to sea!"

"My king... I may never be able to return... Your Holiness, if you can hear me, please bury me next to the redstone technology after I die!"

"Teacher, you must remember to bring some wine to commemorate me every day... Otherwise, I will die with regrets!"

"I won't give up! I really want to touch redstone technology again!"

Hesto kept on babbling his last words, thinking that he would be the only dwarf in the history of the dwarf race to die at sea due to seasickness.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, he at least proved with his life that the dwarves were really not good at water battles...

"boom!"

The dull thud of a heavy object falling on the deck forced Hesto to turn his head and look over. It was a common sea monster. According to the new realm assessment of the Adventurer's Guild, it was a third-level monster, comparable to a mid-level knight.

The meat is delicious and can effectively restore fighting spirit and magic power after eating.

but……

In recent days, Hesto has also proved that he is allergic to seafood.

The sound of breaking waves came from the clean waters on the other side. Neptune stepped out of the waves with his golden tail. The moment he turned over and landed on the boat, his legs had recovered.

He glanced at Hesto and complained:
"It's been three days, and you still haven't gotten used to seasickness? Are you still a heroic knight? Can't you overcome such a small problem?"

“Some things are destined to be insurmountable.”

Hesto took a hard breath.

"Just like you mermaids, if you go to the lava pool of our Skyfire Furnace, you will also turn into dried fish, right?"

Neptune curled his lips and picked up the fish to cook it.

"Hasn't the whereabouts of the Siren Mosty been found yet?"

Hesto forced himself to take a deep breath to suppress his nausea, then reluctantly sat up and took a sip of wine.

"No, let's go back to Snow Harbor. If I drift like this for a few more days, I'm going to die... Let's go back and see if the Adventurer's Guild has any new information."

Neptune didn't answer, but took a bite of the fish, which was cooked with fighting spirit.

Then he said dully:

"found it."

Hesto immediately perked up, even overcoming a lot of the seasickness, but he took one look at Neptune's obviously worried expression.

"The situation is not very optimistic?"

Neptune paused in his eating and sighed after a while.

"It should be said that it is quite pessimistic..."

"The Siren Mortis are just six miles east of here, but their numbers far exceed our expectations. I only took a quick look and saw at least a dozen Siren Mortis, and they were all adults."

Hess sat on the deck with his legs crossed and began to feel sad.

When the Siren Mosty grows up, he is rated as a fifth-level magical beast by the Adventurer's Association, comparable to a magician and an elite knight.

In the deep sea, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary monsters. The most important thing is that more than a dozen sirens Mosti also belong to a medium-sized tribe, among which there must be a sixth-level monster comparable to a heroic knight.

In this situation, Hesto has lost most of his fighting ability due to seasickness, and he will have to go into the sea to fight.

Although the Hero Knight is strong enough to survive in the sea, he is not a mermaid, so his strength is obviously going to plummet again.

It would be good if Hesto could deal with four or five sirens Mosti by then, and the rest would have to be dealt with by Neptune.

But Neptune couldn't be sure how many level six monsters there were among this group of sea monsters, and if he rashly took Hesto to fight, there was a high probability that something would go wrong.

Neptune felt that he was too hasty. In his rush to complete the mission, he only teamed up with Hesto. If he could bring some mermaid warriors with him, the mission would not be so troublesome.

"How to do?"

Hesto asked seriously.

"We've been out for eight days, and the mission ends in ten days..."

Neptune glanced at Hesto and took a vicious bite of the fish.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have brought this sticky candy to the mission. It can't help with anything and it also drags down his combat effectiveness.

But it was too late to go back and call other mermaid adventurers, not to mention that everyone else had already taken quests and were leveling up.

After much deliberation, Neptune ate the monster in no time.

"I need to go back to my tribe." "Do you want to ask the mermaids for help?"

Hesto was stunned for a moment.

Although the mermaid tribe's homeland is not very close to here, with the Neptune mermaid's extremely fast speed in the sea, half a day is enough to reach the abyss.

At that time, just pulling a few people together would be enough to complete this task. It sounds suitable, but...

Hesto scratched his cheek and said with a strange expression:

"Does this count as cheating?"

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Neptune glanced at Hesto and said:
"Besides, how can this be considered cheating? Doesn't the Adventurer's Handbook say you can't ask for help when you encounter difficulties? Or if you just overcome it, can the two of us heroic knights work together to annihilate these sea monsters, Mosti?"

Hearing this, Hesto smiled guiltily.

"It's better to ask for help. It's our wisdom after all. His Holiness the Pope will probably approve of it."

Neptune said no more and stood up to pack up the things left on the boat.

Although he didn't really want to ask for help, this was also an opportunity.

I heard before when I was in the Adventurer's Guild of Snow Port in Bulian that a large number of warriors from the Dragon Clan had joined the Adventurer's Guild.

Even the Black Dragon Clan leader and elders joined in.

It was obvious that the Black Dragon Clan should have directly surrendered to the Dawn. Neptune felt that sometimes one had to be flexible in changing one's mindset, so he went back and called his father and the others to come to the starting point.

In this situation, if the mermaids still hold to the coy attitude of working first and then joining the religion, I am afraid that even the kindness of Dawn will not be as warm as theirs.

After packing up his belongings, Neptune looked at Hesto.

"I'm leaving now and will be back in a day. Do you want to go with me or go back to Snow Harbor first?"

"...Can't I wait for you here?"

"Okay."

Neptune was silent for a moment, then said casually:
"Mostie the Siren is active in this sea area. There are no other magical beasts here. As long as you are lucky, Mostie the Siren doesn't notice you, so you don't have to worry."

Hesto's face froze.

He forgot about it!

But he was extremely reluctant to go back to Snow Harbor in Bulian.

This mission itself did not bring much credit. Neptune was responsible for gathering information and searching at sea. He just rented a ship and modified it from beginning to end.

If Neptune returns to Snow Harbor in Bulian, and takes the mermaids to complete the mission and submit it, what merit will he have left, and how can he have the face to see the Pope?

After thinking it over, Hesto stood up with the help of the deck and said reluctantly:

"Let me go to the mermaid land with you."

"Then let's go."

After dropping the anchor and covering up a little, Hesto took a deep breath, pinched his nose and jumped into the sea.

"Wait! I can't swim! I can't swim!"

As soon as he entered the sea, he was surrounded by the endless sea water and Hesto panicked.

The big palms kept slapping the sea surface, causing heavy water columns to explode.

Neptune's face turned as black as coal. After a long moment, he said coldly:
"You're still not a heroic knight!"

Hesto's face turned awkward, and his fighting spirit instantly enveloped his entire body as he sank into the sea.

Looking at Neptune who was staring at him with an unhappy look on his face while swinging his fish tail in front of him, he chuckled.

"Understand, dwarves hate entering water...it's normal for them to have some psychological trauma."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Neptune didn't want to waste time with Hesto, so he grabbed the back of his neck, swung his tail, and rushed out like an arrow.

"Hurry up! If I can't complete this mission, I won't be able to go back to the starting point!"

When Neptune thought of this, he regretted teaming up with Hesto more and more. If he had known earlier, he would rather be a lone ranger.

Hesto knew he was in the wrong and did not dare to refute, and let Neptune pull him into the depths of the sea.

It’s true that being at sea is more comfortable than being on a boat, but the combat effectiveness is still greatly reduced.

The dwarves live with flint and have a natural aversion to the sea.

Hesto wondered, has he overcome the weakness of the dwarves?

Neptune's speed didn't slow down much even though he carried Hestor, the burden stone, with him.

At least according to Hesto's sense of time, it didn't take long for him to reach the edge of the pitch-black abyss.

The seabed here is filled with turbulent currents that are powerful enough to tear apart elite knights. If a heroic knight is not careful and is swept up and hit against the indestructible seabed reefs, he will be seriously injured.

This can also be considered as the protective formation of the mermaid tribe.

For Neptune, the situation here is very familiar, and it is no problem to bring a burden with him.

By crossing this turbulent area of ​​the seabed, you can reach the outskirts of the mermaid tribe.

However, before they could swim far, a stream of water shot towards them like an arrow of fish.

Neptune's face darkened, he raised his hand to smash the arrow and shouted.

"who!"

The arrow attack stopped, and in this dark area, Hesto couldn't help but grab Neptune's arm.

"Is it His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

A somewhat wary greeting floated over from a distance.

Neptune frowned slightly and said coldly:
"Of course it's me! Delhi! Why are you running out here if you don't want to protect your clan's land?"

"It's really His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! That's wonderful!"

Several mermaids suddenly rushed out from the darkness. Before Neptune had time to hold them accountable, he noticed the bloody wounds on their bodies.

Suddenly, Neptune was shocked and angry.

"Who hurt you? What happened? Where are father and the others?"

The leading mermaid warrior Derry looked anxious.

"Your Highness, there's no time to explain! Hurry and ask for help from the Dawn Cult! The Second Prince has rebelled and invaded the Holy Land. The demons are invading!"

At this moment, Neptune seemed to be hit on the head by a dwarf with a sledgehammer.

After being in a trance for a long time, Neptune said angrily:

"Om? Rebellion?!"

(End of this chapter)