Bilgewater, The Anchor Inn, a lawless place gathering all kinds of people like robbers, thieves, pirates, butchers, smugglers, etc. And after nightfall, Serpent Hunters ending a whole day of hard labor also came here to while away the few leisure hours of the day.
The so-called Serpent Hunters were one of the most dangerous professions in Bilgewater. They often had to take medium or small warships that weren't very sturdy to dangerous deep-sea areas to hunt those large sea monsters hiding in the seabed. Sounds like simple fishing, but sea areas where sea monsters appear are often stormy and turbulent. Although large warships can withstand waves, they will also attract the attention of those ancient giant sea monsters—if attracting the attention of those ancient sea monsters that might even have demigod levels, then unless the ship is as big as a Star Destroyer, it's all in vain.
Therefore, Serpent Hunters could only pursue and hunt through small and medium-sized ships. And the value of sea monsters themselves was enough for them to take risks—even a small sea monster was enough for a person to live a happy life with wine and meat comfortably in Bilgewater for two or three months. And those large sea monsters like ship-hoarding sea serpents, golden narwhals, hunting one would make one worry-free about food and clothing.
Precisely because of this high risk and high return, there were a large number of Serpent Hunters in Bilgewater. Of course, those who could earn money and spend lavishly in taverns were few and far between.
And just as the Serpent Hunters were still shouting, cursing, and drinking noisily, a Serpent Hunter who also just arrived at the tavern not long ago, holding a newspaper in hand, exclaimed: "Holy crap? Gangplank seems dead?"
Hearing this, others in the tavern didn't take it seriously. Even a few drinkers familiar with that speaking Serpent Hunter sneered with flushed faces: "Gangplank dead? Gangplank died again~ Gangplank finally died! I see this is fundamentally another fake death trap of this brat."
"Yeah~ Only ghosts believe he died~" A pirate on the side also said smilingly: "Wait until someone starts thinking of taking the opportunity to attack his vault again, I guess he will suddenly resurrect again, and then hang all betrayers on the Bloodharbor dock—this kind of thing has been staged unknown how many times, every time there are guys with short memories seeking death~".
"Exactly~ He can even steal Noxian warships; how can the Death God catch him?".
Hearing the words of others in the tavern, that Serpent Hunter swallowed, then said: "But the news this time is rumored by survivors from the Dreadway... oh right, and Piltover's newspaper, there are pictures here too. Pictures taken can't be changed; pictures can't lie, right?!"
Hearing that person's words, everyone who was originally drunk looked at each other. Then that person didn't talk nonsense, simply displaying the newspaper. That wasn't just one newspaper, but newspapers from Piltover and even Zaun—
"I happened to meet a Piltover merchant ship on the way back and exchanged some supplies; they shouldn't lie to me, right?"
Although saying so, slight doubt and worry still hung on that Serpent Hunter's face.
Serpent Hunter ships were obviously different from pirate ships—and in fact, pirates wouldn't attack Serpent Hunter ships unless necessary. After all, both living in Bilgewater, gangs big and small see each other often. Unless there is enmity, they mainly loot merchant ships. Moreover, these Serpent Hunters dare to hunt even sea monsters to make money. When it really comes to fighting for life, they are not to be trifled with. And because sea monsters, whether flesh or bones, are excellent supplements and forging materials, even merchant ships sailing out are willing to stop temporarily for purchase and supply.
And now, seeing the newspaper in the Serpent Hunter's hand, when seeing the picture of Gangplank's corpse hanging above the Sun Gates sea lock, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
As everyone knows, pictures can't be Photoshopped—although the current media technology in Runeterra is not bad, except for Piltover, there are almost no news media able to use pictures. Because Piltover's media technology innovation originated from the breakthrough of Hextech crystal technology, allowing people to utilize Hextech crystal energy more efficiently and precisely. Although magic can also do this, for the current Runeterra, even achieving 360p pixel level requires an intermediate mage.
And requires concentration, thus unable to mass produce—intermediate mages can find high-paying jobs easily. Those dignitaries like to hire warriors to guard the house blocking arrows, bullets, and shells, and then hire mages to increase the long-range output and cultural heritage of the bodyguard team.
And until now, Piltover hasn't added skill points to Photoshop technology on the tech tree of Hextech crystal cameras yet.
Precisely because of this, seeing the photo, even many pirates and Serpent Hunters with firm stance couldn't help feeling doubtful and wavering.
"Have pictures? Then looks like it might really be true..."
"Heavens, Gangplank can really die? He can actually die?"
A confused look appeared on the face of a young pirate or sailor. For many young pirates and sailors, Gangplank had almost become a faith—if Jayce represented the Piltover Dream in Piltover, then the legend of Gangplank's viciousness and cunning was the rising above others in the eyes of Bilgewater young people—learning good is hard, learning bad is slippery slope.
And just as people were still discussing with each other in extreme surprise, in corners unseen by people, many looked at each other, then quietly left the tavern.
Just like in the past, accompanied by Gangplank's death, some believed and some doubted—after all, before this, Gangplank also rendered his own death through other tricks, letting people try to betray him, and finally increasing people's fear of him by hanging betrayers.
But even so, there are always people happy to try... Look, after hearing the news of Gangplank's death, Sarah, who just returned to shore, immediately sneered and said: "Gangplank died so easily? Only ghosts believe it."
As one of Gangplank's most well-known mortal enemies, Sarah knew very well that this beast's cunning and viciousness were far beyond ordinary imagination. After all, this guy was a bastard who killed her mother just to make his firearms unmatched by others! Would he die? Of course he would die! But that can only be dying in her hands!