"My lord! This is strange—why does Central City seem not to have come under attack?" A Captain from the Third Fleet voiced his doubts to Anrield.
They were now less than ten li from Central City, yet they could not see even a wisp of smoke rising from it. This was far too abnormal.
"Full alert!" Anrield immediately ordered. "Cancel camp. Enter a state of alert, rest in place, and wait to launch an attack at any moment!"
The members of the Star Alliance Third Fleet had long been unable to suppress the rage in their hearts. The thought of having to hold it in for an entire night had been unbearable, but now that it had changed to launching an attack at any moment, every one of them rubbed their hands together, their spirits soaring.
At that moment, Anrield took out a Den Den Mushi and contacted Ronglin. "Alliance Leader, there are no signs that Central City has been attacked."
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Ronglin was silent for a long time before slowly speaking. "That means they may have changed direction and fled midway."
Anrield's heart immediately grew heavy. "There is another possibility: Central City's lord surrendered, and the Pirate Alliance has now taken control of Central City."
Ronglin fell silent again on the other end of the Den Den Mushi. After a long while, he said, "You have no siege equipment. If you attack the city, casualties will be severe, and you may even fail!"
Anrield's tone was resolute. "There have never been any cowards in the Star Alliance Third Fleet who fear death!"
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Ronglin's voice sounded once more from the Den Den Mushi, calm and unruffled. "Everyone will die. What matters is whether they can die for