"The target island is just ahead, but the storm nearby hasn't weakened enough to let our airships enter safely. The gale and downpour raised by the Dagon fishmen could easily send us crashing out of control.
It looks like the merfolk have suffered such heavy losses that they no longer have enough spellcasters to counter the storm."
Aboard the rented airship 013, Old Qin sat in the command room, listening to reports from Soymilk Whitepour and Serak Fanta, who had temporarily taken command of the airship formation.
The two had spent a long time interning at Captain Paula's Perfect Shipping Company, and through their own efforts had earned airship pilot licenses. They were among the best of the players currently working toward establishing an "air force."
Both of them agreed that the airship formation couldn't land just yet, which meant things ahead really were dire.
That was plain enough to see with the naked eye.
The sky before Old Qin was filled with thick black clouds. The storm raised by the fishmen had sealed off the surrounding waters like a disastrous tornado, and the low-visibility sky was lit by ominous flashes of lightning. It was as if filthy black lightning dragons were rampaging through the clouds.
This storm was every bit as powerful as the one that had struck Chardo Port, and the air here was always thick with an unmistakable fishy stench.
The psychics reported that the local flow of psychic energy was mixed with traces of corrupted power. They believed the fishmen were drawing on the Father of Fish's evil-god power, which meant the many fishmen in this area would be significantly stronger in battle.
"Three hours ago, the pirate fleet led by Captain Pablo charged into the storm. According to the Gray Wolf Army's live reports on