Extraordinary Sailing

After a sudden rainstorm on the sea.

In an instant, the sky cleared up again, and the weather in this sea area is so unpredictable.

A three-masted galleon with horns sailed alone on the calm sea. A silver eagle stretched its wings on the black mainsail, and the simple but expressive lines outlined an indescribably handsome and mighty figure, and even a few haughty eagle cries could be heard from time to time.

Like most ordinary pirates, this is a pirate ship converted from a merchant ship, but unlike other common pirate ships, it has too many things that have the aboriginal style of the New World installed on it.

Totem horns, colorful curtains, unique paintings, dried and fleshy heads of beasts, er, maybe more than just beasts

This pirate ship with a unique appearance is the "Spirit of the Eagle" that is returning after just participating in the "Moby Dick Harbor Massacre".

It's just different from the crew members who have obtained a large amount of treasure and are happily preparing to squander it in various gold-selling caves. At this time, in the captain's room, the two people with the highest status on the ship are having a fierce dispute.

"Wizard! Are the treasures we got really not going to be sent back to the tribe?!" The dark-brown upper body with an eagle tattoo tattooed on the strong indigenous youth asked his captain excitedly while waving his arms.

Whether it is according to the rules of the sea or the rules of the tribe, the identity of the captain and wizard makes the young man have to show the greatest respect to the person sitting behind the table. The current behavior is already the ultimate expression of his dissatisfaction. .

"Tribe? Where do we have tribes?

Kara Usu, your wife and children have all died under the guns of those blond demons who call themselves 'civilized people'! "

Captain Aklava recorded something on the parchment with a quill, looked up at his fellow mate and first mate casually, and continued to write.

"However, there are still many survivors in the tribe. They are still the people of the 'Eagle Spirit'! They are struggling to survive under the oppression of the 'Blonde Demon'. Didn't we all do this after we obtained the treasure before?" ?”

The indigenous youth stepped forward and continued to fight in their own way. As a heroic "Eagle Warrior", he does not allow himself to betray his fellow tribesmen at will, not even the tribe's wizards!

"Hehe! A citizen of the 'Spirit of the Eagle'?

When we went back last time, they had already been tamed by those 'blond-haired demons', completely forgot their beliefs and became slaves of others! They are no longer worthy of taking refuge under the wings of the 'Eagle Spirit'!

We are descendants of the Condor! Even aging and death can't make us succumb, let alone a mere alien race? From the moment they chose to obey, the 'clan' were all dead! ! ! "

The wizard's ruthless words hit the young warrior hard, and the conflict of feelings and beliefs made him at a loss what to do. On the one hand, those who betray their beliefs are not worthy of sympathy, but on the other hand, after all, they are the tribe that raised themselves from orphans!

"Remember, Kalawusu! As long as we are alive, the tribe will continue! The 'Eagle Spirit' will always protect us!

As long as we continue to plunder, collect wealth, and absorb the knowledge and technology of the 'blond devil', sooner or later, we will be able to regain our homeland and drive out all those evil invaders! "

This time the wizard finally put down the pen and paper in his hand, looked into the eyes of the young mate, and said reverently and firmly.

"Yes, wizard! The 'Eagle Spirit' has always protected us!"

With such a seemingly firm response on his lips, Kalawusu turned his attention to the wizard's buffalo leather boots, the gold ring inlaid with topaz, the convenient writing instrument in his hand, and the fluffy white shirt. It so happened that sailors passed by, among them both natives and so-called "blond devils"!

Although for the native pirates who should hate the "blond devil" very much, this situation is a bit unbelievable.

But the reason why the crew cannot remain pure is that besides the fact that pure native pirates are easily resisted by other peers at sea, the most important thing is that all technical jobs on board cannot do without these "blond devils"!

If you leave them, not to mention the complicated operation of sail cables, even the relatively simple use of artillery is difficult for pure natives

Although he is young, Kalawusu often thinks about the future of the tribe independently. The wizard's idea is very good, and he agrees very much. Maybe one day in the future, the beautiful goal can really be realized.

but.

If things go on like this, even if we win in the end, are we absorbing the "blond devil" technology, or are we absorbed and assimilated by the "blond devil"? Ten or twenty years later, are we really still the people of the "Spirit of the Eagle"? !

Even the great "Spirit of the Eagle" couldn't give him an answer to this question.

The atmosphere in the captain's room suddenly fell silent.

"Sail down and slow down!"

Suddenly, a cry from the deck broke the strange atmosphere.

That was the sound of the long rigging on the ship.

And only in emergency situations, the sail captain would bypass the first mate and the captain to give orders directly, and both of them were shocked when they heard the movement.

No longer caring about arguing about the future, the two quickly rushed out of the captain's cabin.

call--

White mist, a large thick white mist that can't be seen with your hands, looks like a white wall that extends beyond the horizon, rolling in from the sea directly in front of you.

Before the two issued new orders, the "Spirit of the Eagle" they were in was submerged in an instant like a sea wave.

"Why is there such a heavy sea fog? Didn't it just rain heavily?"

The pirates on the ship talked a lot, some thought the fog was weird, some swore that it was just a very common natural celestial phenomenon in their rich sailing career, and they had encountered it countless times.

Hearing the voices of the crew members, the captain and wizard Aklava was expressionless. As a spiritually keen native wizard, he didn't think the fog was a simple coincidence.

"Shut up! Bring up a sheep!"

There was no sound on the deck for a moment, and it was obvious that the native captain was very aggressive on this pirate ship.

However, the sailors are not sure whether it is because of the majesty of his captain or the weirdness of the wizard.

"BAA Baa baa"

Soon, a sailor dragged a live sheep from the cabin to the deck according to his instructions, and respectfully delivered it to Aklava.

The sorcerer easily pressed the very strong white ram on the deck with only one left hand, chanting words, which seemed to be very chaotic and strange words to others, but seemed to communicate something that existed in the world all at once. The great existence in the dark has attracted his attention.

At the same time, Aklava held an exquisite silver dagger in his right hand and skillfully cut open the ram's belly, and the bloody and colorful internal organs with fascia flowed out instantly.

clatter——

Baa (mie)! ! !

Strangely, the ram was obviously in extreme pain, and the ram didn't move at all after Aklava let go of his hand. It just stretched its neck vigorously. The originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadows, leading to a gray It's like a dream world.

The sorcerer didn't care about the ram's reaction, but just focused on the internal organs that flowed out of it, and even reached out to hold a part of it, chanting incantations incessantly.

Through these internal organs, slowly connect your own spirituality to its soul, which is between life and death, so as to explore the secrets in the dark

At the same time, in the depths of the mist, a warship moved quickly as if it had detected a spider that had captured its prey.

The vast fog could not create the slightest obstacle for the "Conch". With the assistance of the "Portrait Monsoon Goddess", it quickly approached the black-sailed pirate ship that had lowered its sails due to the fog and dared not move anymore.

The effect of [Ocean Secret Treasure Fog Silver Lantern], besides the holder, can also designate no more than three companions whose vision will not be affected by the fog.

And when Milan, an official wizard, used this ocean secret treasure, the range and concentration of the fog was more than ten times stronger than that of Tru, who belonged to the "Sharktooth Pirate" back then? !

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