1018 The Impatient Watchers!

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Everyone moved speedily, hurrying to complete their assignments.

And soon, some of the tourists had noticed the action happening.

How could they not?

Several Baymardian ships were speeding off in a flash, occupying different regions around the waters.

The strangest thing was that now, they were guided and showed the way to move diligently.

They smelt that something was off.

Could it be pirates? Or some unknown enemy forces?

Their ears and eyes itched to discover the truth.

But no matter how much they asked, these Baymardians had tight lips, just smiling back at them and acting clueless about the whole thing.

Smart people who owned their own ships chose to stay silent and observe a little bit more while sailing very, very, very slowly.

They didn't believe that they wouldn't be able to see anything!

It looked like a storm had come Baymard's way.

So, the question was, will they be able to settle it?

Many looked ahead with curiosity, stretching their necks, hoping to see something.

Unfortunately, a 2-mile radius was too far for the eyes alone to see things clearly.

From where they were, the ships would only look like dots or streaks of light along the waters.

And coupled with the Coast Guards directing and blocking vision, their efforts were deemed useless.

Dammit! Such a perfect opportunity to gather more information had been disrupted by these smiling Baymardians right before their very eyes.

F***!

Some people even decided to sail ahead and stop around one of the Arcadian Coastal cities, towns or villages, to wait and gather information.

This sort of thing could sell like hot cake... especially for some people who made a living out of selling information.

This scene had caught their interest.

So how could they just let it go?

"Change course!"

"Change sailing Course!"

(*^*)

Like that, plans had changed for many, as well as for the Dragias still aboard their ships.

"Primates! Primates! Primates!

It's bad.

The front ships have reported that over 15 massive Baymardian ships are heading our way.

And on the ship, even though we can't see it clearly, it looks like they have hundreds and thousands on board.

Those damn bastards earlier on had probably alerted their friends after leaving here."

Linvor squinted his eyes dangerously: "Impossible! Even if they already got back now, It's impossible for them to gather so many people in such a short time."

Jimosen nodded in agreement: "It's either they were already prepared for us, or this is another team that happened to pass by. With the loyalty of the dragias, no dragia can betray the Temple, revealing info to these bastards. So we can safely assume that this group were just passing Baymardian ships."

"That's right. They're probably Baymardian ships that had been sailing at another region around the waters.

It's clear that those bastards who left earlier on had met them halfway through and reported the matter, hence making these people storm off towards us in rage.

But this shouldn't be a problem.

With Dragmus by our side and the rings of victory, this battle has already been on in our favour.

Dragmus never lies!

Now, quickly tell the men to prepare for battle.

Provided we can evade their shocking attacks (tasers), then the rest will be history.

All archers should stand firm and get ready to fire when those dogs come near.

We, the chosen ones, will always win.

Now go!"

In a flash, the massive war horn in one of the rooms on the main ship was pulled towards the window and blown loudly.

~Pupuup! Pupuup!~

The wind carried the sound across towards the neighbouring Temple ships, who in turn blew their own war horns, getting the message across the entire fleet of 48 vessels.

Soon, the Dragias started tapping their legs on the ground in rhythm while singing some ritual song.

And as they sang, the primates both removed their hats and long overalls, revealing a very purple attire underneath.

They both wore white longed-sleeved medieval fabric shirts and what looked like a purple vest on top of it.

Of course, their pants were back, their leather belts black, and their boots black as well.

And dangling around their waists, was their purple sword sheaths, which also had compartments for their Blessed Dragia daggers too.

As the Dragias chanted and stumped their feet in rhythm, the Primates also got ready for battle.

The battle cry of all 150,000 people chanting and stumbling their feet in unison, coupled with the war horns, made those curious tourists miles away feel like crying.

Sure. From here, it wasn't that loud.

And quite frankly, it sounded like a squirrel talking.

But the fact that they could hear something this far away meant that if they were closer, it would probably make their ears erupt.

Some started talking across their ships to the Baymardian vessels close to them, trying to bribe these people.

"Bro... I'll pay you 5,000 Bays on the spot if you just give me a bit of information on the matter.

Think about it. That's 5,000 Bays!

Eh? Is it not good enough? Then how about 8000?

10?... 20....? 50,000 Bays! I will give you that and even throw in my daughter to the first person that gives me all the juicy details."

"Young man... Young man.

Please. I'll die if you don't get me information.

You might not know, but the doctor said I only have 2 days to live.

Just do this one thing for me, and the God you serve will reward you handsomely.