Ocean Lords: Start Harvesting Double from Dice Rolls

Chapter 743 - 364: Dilemma (Part 3)

Watching as everyone followed the Sea Race sailing ahead, Fang Yu turned his gaze to Wu Chun beside him and spoke in a low voice: "Alright, Brother Wu Chun, could you tell us the reason for your attack on us this time?"

"Alas..."

Wu Chun forced a bitter smile and then said: "Our actions were due to the prince giving orders on his own, directing us to intercept all of you here."

"However, Commander sir, please don’t take offense. Although the prince led his troops here, it was only to scare you into retreating, not to actually engage you."

Hearing this, Fang Yu glanced at the first ship attacked not far away and couldn’t help but nod slightly.

Given the number and capability of the Sea Race, if they launched a sudden attack, there’d be no problem in sinking a few ships on the spot.

But ever since the ambush by the Sea Race, no ships have been destroyed, only some outer hulls were cracked, showing they intended to intimidate rather than harbor actual hostility.

"Why did you do this?"

Fang Yu frowned, looking at Wu Chun beside him, asking perplexedly.

Wu Chun hesitated slightly, then softly said: "Because we fear the extinction of our race!"

"Hmm?"

Fang Yu looked at Wu Chun.

"Actually, although our Sea Race dwells far in the Far Deep Sea, some of us still keep an eye on the human continent’s situation."

"When Commander sir led the army here, we already suspected the old general needed us to head to the human continent for a war with Lanyun Sea Country."

Fang Yu was stunned, instinctively wanting to shake his head.

But on second thought, the purpose of his visit was indeed to leverage the old man’s connections to rally the Sea Race to fight for him on West Cyan Continent.

The ultimate goal was to utilize the Sea Race’s power, whether against Lanyun Sea Country or West Cyan Continent, it didn’t make much difference.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu fell silent.

Seeing Fang Yu silent, Wu Chun also fell silent, his eyes showing a conflicted sigh.

After a while, Wu Chun suddenly knelt before Fang Yu, heavily kowtowing to him.

"Brother Wu Chun, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"

Fang Yu exclaimed in shock and hastened to activate his Power Level to stop Wu Chun from continuing.

Wu Chun wanted to keep kowtowing, but feeling a soft power preventing him, his face flushed, tears welling up in his eyes: "Commander sir, I beg you, do not drag our Sea Race into this conflict."

"Our Sea Race already struggles for survival, though we owe a debt of gratitude to the old general, allowing us to barely survive here, if caught in human conflict, we might suffer great loss, and how can we survive future threats from sea creatures?"

"With the old general’s kindness accompanying you, once you speak, the chief will not refuse, but our Sea Race will lose its future!"

"Once war breaks out, the future is almost certain to be a gradual decline to extinction for us."

"I plead with you, Commander sir, spare our Sea Race, if you’re angry, you can kill me to vent, but for the sake of our people’s future, I’m willing to take on infamy for betraying our leader!"

Seeing Wu Chun like this, Fang Yu couldn’t help but be slightly moved.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.

After a long moment, Fang Yu sighed deeply, then looked forward, speaking softly: "Brother Wu Chun, I understand your point, please stand up."

"Regardless, let me first visit the Sea Race, as a gesture of goodwill from the old general."

"As for whether to mention the war affairs in the end..."

"I will decide in due course... please... give me time to consider..."

Fang Yu’s heart was torn, he wanted to agree to Wu Chun’s request but understood this was about countless lives in the Duorong Federation, not something he could just abandon on a whim.

On one side is the future of the Sea Race, on the other is the dilemma of the Duorong Federation’s defeat in war.

At this moment, Fang Yu was conflicted and uncertain, yet he did not relent, clenching his teeth as he spoke.

Hearing Fang Yu’s words, Wu Chun’s gaze was mournful, then he nodded silently, speechless for a long time.