This is located in the northeast corner of lost heart bay city. In the original urban planning, this remote area not far from the wharf has always been a gathering place for boatman and other craftsmen. No city can exist without craftsmen, from houses and boats to tableware and wooden wheels. Without the support of craftsmen, it is impossible for lost heart bay to complete the reconstruction after tsunami in such a short period of time. In contrast, this is the smallest area in the city and the most secure of all. Witches, captains and merchants, as funders, have placed their own guards in this area to protect their craftsmen. But now, in this chaotic period, the poor craftsmen have become the most helpless group in lost heart Bay.


    The destination of the Lothar team was the iron workshop originally built here, which is funny to say. Now, two of the four sailors in the team are wearing sabres from this workshop. But this time they came to the workshop not to repair the blade, but to let the people inside lubricate their blade with their own blood.


    At this time, they stood outside the workshop, unable to see the black smoke rising from the chimney, nor the sound of hammering iron, except for the stillness and the shrill cry of the sea breeze blowing through the eaves. The sailors spit on their weapon handlebars in a way that increases friction and also reduces uneasiness. Lothar, who was at the front, raised his hand, motioned to them not to make more noise, and then asked the chief officer to take two sailors to inspect the entrance and exit of the workshop except for the gate.


    The first mate returned soon, but their faces were ugly. He went to Lothar and held out three fingers. This is a problem. The count frowned, facing this kind of enemy, it is the best choice to catch all at once, and the pursuit in street warfare will only increase casualties. Can it be said that it is the workshop of lost heart Bay? Are there too many entrances and exits for such buildings? The count rubbed his chin gently. He had been growing a beard recently, on the one hand, because he could use less water; on the other hand, he thought it would make him look more mature. Although the net worm has repeatedly put forward opposite opinions on this issue, it is a problem that we must face to save fresh water.


    The slight tingling from the friction between his hand and his beard stimulated Lothar''s thinking. He didn''t know how many enemies there were in the workshop, or what the cannibals were like and how athletic they were. If they were as strong as the Edwards family ghouls of the Lion King capital, he would not have been able to wipe out as many or more enemies as they were by four sailors and one intelligence dealer. Moreover, thinking Lothar looked around the buildings and streets around him, and he was not sure that all the enemies were concentrated in the workshop. The worst result is that he and his team rush into the workshop and are surrounded by enemies hiding outside. That''s really troublesome. So, what to do?


    The other sailors were waiting for Lothar''s decision, but they were only sailors after all. In terms of sailing, the count was far behind them, but when it came to fighting strategy, they were far behind. The chief officer snorted impatiently. In his opinion, there are only two plans. One is to kill everyone from the main entrance, or the other is to send people to guard the other exits, and then the rest of the people will be killed from the front. He didn''t quite understand what Lothar was hesitating about. Of course, he could not understand why captain haftan had not let his second in command of the ship take charge of the operation, but the little jealousy and discontent had not been revealed.


    Lothar noticed the first mate''s expression, and as a Lord with rich combat experience, he could quickly read their situation from the subtle reactions of his subordinates. This made Lothar''s brow even deeper, because he knew that not only the chief officer, but also the other three sailors and bobcats had their own thinking abilities. The hesitation of the leader would make them start to think wildly and weaken their momentum. He is now leading not his own tough bear hunters, but a few seamen without formal training, and he can''t ask them too much.


    "Hoo..." Well, maybe things are not as bad as they think, right? Those cannibals who had been judged insane before they started their atrocities have a high probability that they are just a bunch of brainless animals. Strategy and tactics are not designed to target animals, although hunters certainly would not agree. Rosa nodded to his team members and made a sign that they were all going through the gate together. He would not choose to divide the troops. In this case, arranging someone to guard the other entrances and exits was to dig his own grave.


    The first mate had been waiting for this moment. After receiving Lothar''s instructions, the strong sailor swung his hammer and hit the gate of the workshop! "Boom With the sound of crashing boards and scattered sawdust, the gate was not as strong as they thought, and this blow had made it useless. "Ha ha! Look at me The chief mate was very satisfied with his achievements. He kicked open the broken wooden door and stepped into the shadow of the workshop.


    "Follow me." Lothar didn''t say much, but took the axe in his hand and rushed into the room with the others. The interior of the workshop is much hotter than the outside. Although the flame in the furnace has been extinguished, the charcoal under the forging table is still releasing heat. The most advanced mate did not go further. He quietly waited for the count and others to come to him. Then he turned his eyes to the sliding track composed of chains hanging from the roof of the workshop. These slide rails were originally used to hang the forging iron on the slide hook and quickly pass it on to the person in charge of the next process. But now, they have obviously been developed for new uses. Several mutilated human bodies were hung on the hooks like pork in a butcher''s shop, and the air was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, acid and corruption."Ouch Vomit spreads like a chain reaction among sailors. They don''t see dead people, they don''t see poor people who die miserably, but treat people as animals? I''m afraid normal people are unlikely to see them in their lifetime. Among the few people present, only Lothar and Bobcat were relatively calm, so they were the first to find out what was beyond the surprise of opening the door.


    "Be careful! Here they are


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