"What should we do?" Instaron was at a loss as well. They couldn't possibly fire on the port, could they? Gusell was jointly ruled by three Lichs. Although they didn't live inside Gusell Port, they still had vassals and armies of servants stationed there.
Moreover, in Madara's Far Eastern Region, the Undead Lords here might nominally obey the will of the Mercury Staff, but the Empire's influence over this place was far weaker than one might imagine. Otherwise, he and Tagus wouldn't have been exiled here.
Worse still, the two ships didn't have enough mid-tier Lichs. They couldn't even send out a dinghy to land a small squad for reconnaissance.
"Can you still sense the presence of life?"
Instaron and Tagus both nodded.
"Let's go ashore," Brando replied. Although the port looked incredibly strange, he trusted in his own strength. With his current abilities, he was confident that he wouldn't run into much trouble here.
Going ashore naturally meant they couldn't bring the three ships into the port. It wasn't impossible—Gusell was an excellent deep-water port, and mooring several medium-sized sailing ships would pose no problem. But the port clearly didn't look as safe and reliable as it should. If their ships became trapped here, they wouldn't be able to escape even if trouble arose.
No one present was a fool, so they naturally understood this. Tagus ordered two ships to drop anchor, while the remaining Ghost Chariot warship lurked outside the port, waiting for an opportunity. Tagus had long since replaced all the sailors aboard that ship, and the Ghost Chariot prisoners had been confined to another vessel, so there was nothing improper about calling it an undead ship at this point.
Soon, five dinghies were lowered from the ships. In truth, they didn't need so many, since only