I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 160 160 If it fails it is called rebellion, if it succeeds it is called revolution!

Chapter 160: 160. If it fails, it's a rebellion; if it succeeds, it's a revolution!

Blian Snow Port is a port city spanning both banks of a great river.

In the past, as the Bilka Duchy's only port city, coupled with its location on the only outlet to the sea within Bilka's borders, its economy was quite prosperous, second only to the capital.

Speaking of which, the campaign to capture Blian Snow Port should have been the most difficult, because of the city's important economic and strategic significance, Blian Snow Port had the most numerous and elite garrison.

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Of the Bilka Duchy's only seven or eight high-level mages, five were stationed here.

It was also thanks to the Third Prince of Bilka; that guy put all his skill points into infighting, not only forcibly requisitioning the elite cavalry but also forcibly taking the mages with him, to be controlled by spells cast by his mages, resulting in their deaths on the battlefield.

In the end, it only benefited Markov and the others.

After the Bilka Duchy changed hands, the special nature of Blian Snow Port naturally made it a priority development area.

The person managing the area was a disciple brought out by Matthew, a true core elite of the Church of Dawn, coupled with the docile Rabbitfolk and Birdfolk, and an Archmage-level Elf Mage personally overseeing things.

Blian Snow Port was as rock-solid as a mountain.

It was just that occasional sea monsters ravaging the shipping lanes were unavoidable.

...

Approximately thirty nautical miles from Blian Snow Port.

The gentle sunlight evenly painted the sea, and viewed from high above, the sea shimmered, like a scroll painting where the sky and sea complemented each other.

A lone boat drifted with the undulating small waves; within the endless expanse, this single lonely boat was likely the only thing abruptly present on the vast sea.

It had a sense of elegant tranquility, like "boating on the azure sea, the heart at ease".

However...

"Ugh!"

Large amounts of vomit poured from the edge of the small boat like a waterfall, flowing into the sea, the pungent sour smell making the area unsuitable for fish.

Hestor stood on a wooden box, a thick hemp rope tied around his waist.

He was sprawled over the edge of the small boat, looking half-dead, emptying his stomach.

Every time the small boat swayed, Hestor's retching would immediately follow.

After vomiting for a long time, Hestor struggled to flop onto the small boat, his cheeks pale, his eyes dark.

His heavy armguards had long since been thrown aside; now, half-dead, he couldn't even hold onto the small boat to stand up, let alone wear those heavy Dwarf armguards.

"I'm going to die..."

Hestor stared blankly at the seabirds quickly passing overhead, and even when a seabird left droppings on his armor, the proud hero knight Hestor remained unmoved.

"No one told me that going out to sea was this kind of horrible torture..."

Hestor's weak wail faintly sounded.

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

"Oh King... I might not be able to return... Your Holiness the Pope, if you can hear me, please bury me next to Redstone Technology after I die!"

"Teacher, you must remember to bring some wine to mourn me every day from now on... otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace!"

"I'm not reconciled! I really want to touch Redstone Technology one more time!"

Hestor rambled on, pouring out his last words, fully expecting to become the only Dwarf in history to die at sea from seasickness.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, he at least proved with his life that the Dwarf race was truly not good at naval combat...

"Bang!"

The dull thud of a heavy object landing on the deck made Hestor reluctantly turn his head to look; it was a common sea monster, rated as a Tier 3 monster by the Adventurer's Guild's new ranking system, comparable to an intermediate knight.

Its flesh was delicious, and consuming it could effectively restore fighting energy and magic power.

However...

Hestor had also proven in the past few days that he was allergic to seafood.

The sound of waves breaking came from the clean water on the other side; Neptune, flicking his golden fish tail, emerged from the waves, and the moment he flipped onto the boat, he had already regained his legs.

He glanced at Hestor and complained:

"It's been three days, and you still haven't gotten used to seasickness? Are you still a hero knight? You can't even overcome this small problem?"

"Some things are destined to be insurmountable."

Hestor struggled to catch his breath.

"Just like you Merfolk, if you went next to the lava pool of our Skyfire Furnace, you'd also turn into dried fish, right?"

Neptune pouted and started preparing the fish on his own.

"Still haven't found the whereabouts of the Siren Mortis?"

Hestor forced a breath of fighting energy to suppress his nausea, struggled to sit up, and took a sip of wine.

"How about we go back to Blian Snow Port first? If we drift like this for a few more days, I'll really die suddenly... Let's go back and see if the Adventurer's Guild has any new information."

Neptune didn't answer, using fighting energy to quickly cook the fish and taking a bite.

Then he said sullenly:

"Found it."

Hestor immediately perked up, even overcoming much of his seasickness, but he saw Neptune's clearly worried expression.

"Things aren't very optimistic?"

Neptune paused his eating, sighed after a moment.

"It should be said, quite unoptimistic..."

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

Hestor sat cross-legged on the deck, worry beginning to spread.

Adult Siren Mortis are rated as Tier 5 monsters by the Adventurer's Guild, comparable to Archmages and elite knights.

And in the deep sea, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary monsters. The most crucial point is that a dozen Siren Mortis also constitute a medium-sized tribe, among which there must be Tier 6 monsters comparable to hero knights.

In the current situation, Hestor's seasickness has cost him more than half of his combat power, plus they will have to fight underwater.

Although a hero knight is capable of surviving in the sea, not being a Merfolk would clearly cause his strength to plummet again.

At that time, Hestor would be doing well to deal with four or five Siren Mortis; the rest would all have to be handled by Neptune.

But Neptune couldn't be sure how many Tier 6 monsters were among this group of Siren Mortis; rashly taking Hestor to fight would likely result in trouble.

Neptune felt he had been too hasty, rushing to take on the quest and only teaming up with Hestor. If he had brought some Merfolk warriors, this quest wouldn't be so troublesome.

"What should we do?"

Hestor asked seriously.

"We've been out for eight days already, and the quest expires in ten days..."

Neptune glanced at Hestor, and bit into the fish fiercely.

He should have known not to bring this nuisance along for the quest; he couldn't help with anything and was dragging down his combat power.

But it was too late to go back and call other Merfolk adventurers now, not to mention that the others had all taken quests and were leveling up.

After thinking it over, Neptune quickly finished the monster meat.

"I need to go back to the tribal land for a trip."

"You want to ask the Merfolk for help?"

Hestor was stunned for a moment.

Although the Merfolk tribal land wasn't very close to here, with Neptune's extreme speed as a Merfolk in the sea, half a day would be enough to reach the Abyss.

Bringing back just a few people would be enough to complete this quest; it sounded very suitable, but...

Hestor scratched his cheek, his expression strange as he said:

"Wouldn't doing this count as cheating?"

"Do you have any other way?"

Neptune glanced at Hestor, then added:

"Besides, what kind of cheating is this? The Adventurer's Handbook didn't say you can't ask for external help when you encounter difficulties, did it? Or can you overcome it, and we two hero knights go together and eliminate these Siren Mortis?"

Hearing this, Hestor immediately smiled guiltily.

"Asking for help is good, let's ask for help. It's our wisdom, after all; His Holiness the Pope should approve."

Neptune said no more, got up, and packed the things left on the boat.

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

He had heard at the Adventurer's Guild in Blian Snow Port that a large group of Dragon Race warriors had joined the Adventurer's Guild.

Even the Black Dragon Race chief and the Black Dragon Race elder had joined.

It was obvious that the Black Dragon Race had likely directly submitted to Dawn. Neptune felt that sometimes, one's thinking also needed to be flexible; he should go back and tell his father and the others to come to the Starting Point.

In the current situation, if the Merfolk still maintained a hesitant attitude about joining the faith only after completing the task, they would likely miss out on the Church's benevolence.

After packing his belongings, Neptune looked at Hestor.

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

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

"Sure."

Neptune was silent for a moment, then said nonchalantly:

"The Siren Mortis are active in this sea area, and there are no other monsters here. As long as you're lucky and the Siren Mortis don't notice you, you don't need to worry."

Hestor's face stiffened.

He had forgotten about that!

But he was a million times unwilling to go back to Blian Snow Port.

This quest itself didn't have much merit; the work of scouting and searching underwater was all done by Neptune. From beginning to end, he had only rented a boat and modified it a bit.

If he went back to Blian Snow Port and Neptune returned after completing the quest with the Merfolk, what merit would he have left? What face would he have to see the Pope?

After thinking it over, Hestor still supported himself on the deck and got up, saying reluctantly:

"I'll go to the Merfolk tribal land with you."

"Then let's go."

After dropping the anchor and making a slight concealment, Hestor 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, enveloped by the vast seawater, Hestor immediately panicked.

His thick hands kept slapping the surface of the sea, creating heavy water splashes.

Neptune's face was as black as coal, and after a long time, he said coldly:

"Are you still a hero knight!"

Hestor's expression was awkward, and his fighting energy instantly enveloped his body as he sank into the sea.

Looking at Neptune, who was flicking his fish tail and staring at him with displeasure, he chuckled.

"Understand this, the Dwarf race hates getting into water the most... It's normal to have a little psychological shadow."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Neptune didn't want to waste time with Hestor, grabbed him by the back of his neck, flicked his fish tail, and shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.

"Hurry up, if we can't complete this quest, I won't even have the face to go back to the Starting Point!"

Thinking of this, Neptune regretted even more teaming up with Hestor; he should have just been a lone adventurer.

Hestor knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to refute, allowing Neptune to drag him towards the depths of the sea.

Actually, it was a bit more comfortable underwater than on the boat, but his combat power was still greatly reduced.

The Dwarf race is associated with fire and stone, and they have a natural aversion to the sea.

Hestor mused, did this count as overcoming a weakness of the Dwarf race?

Although he was dragging Hestor, this heavy stone, Neptune's speed didn't decrease much.

At least by Hestor's sense of time, they swam for a short while before reaching the outer edge of the Abyss where you couldn't see your fingers when you stretched out your hand.

This area was filled with underwater currents strong enough to tear apart elite knights. If one was not careful and was swept up and slammed onto the indestructible seabed rocks, even a hero knight would be severely injured.

This was also considered the Merfolk tribal land's protection array.

For Neptune, the situation here was as familiar as could be, and dragging a burden was no problem.

Crossing this area of underwater currents would lead to the outer edge of the Merfolk tribal land.

However, before they could swim much further, a stream of water arrows shot over like fish.

Neptune's face hardened, he raised his hand and shattered the arrows, shouting loudly.

"Who!"

The arrow attack stopped. In this pitch-black area, Hestor couldn't help but grab Neptune's arm tightly.

"Is that His Highness the Great Prince?"

A cautious greeting drifted from a distance.

Neptune frowned slightly and said coldly:

"Of course it's me! Derry! Why are you running out instead of properly guarding the tribal land?"

"It really is His Highness the Great Prince! That's great!"

Several Merfolk rushed out from the darkness in an instant. Before Neptune could question them, he noticed the bloody wounds on their bodies.

Immediately, Neptune was both shocked and angry.

"Who injured you? What happened? Where are Father and the others?"

Derry, the leading Merfolk warrior, had an anxious look on his face.

"Your Highness the Great Prince, there's no time to explain! Quickly go to the Church of Dawn for help! The Second Prince rebelled and broke into the holy land, and the demons have invaded!"

At this moment, Neptune felt as if he had been hit on the head by a large iron hammer wielded by a Dwarf.

After being in a daze for a long time, Neptune exclaimed in shock and anger:

"Orm? Rebelled?!"