He Comes From the Void

"Mother, this matter is not over yet, I will settle accounts with you later."

Graves saw that the Hooks were still rushing over, and knew that this was not the time to quarrel, so he was dragged up by Drizzt, and immediately hugged Destiny.

"We are now going to the sea hunting ship farthest from the Nether Abyss. There are other ships in the middle, and the Nether Abyss is not easy to fire. Then we hijacked the captain and ran away."

Drizzt quickly laid out his plan, and with a sudden stare, Graves noticed a flash of light behind him—a flintlock, and Planck's most aggressive men had arrived.

Without thinking, Graves pulled the trigger.

Drizzt also flipped his wrist, and at the same time threw out the card, which flew straight towards Graves.

The fellow, man and gun, were split in two by scattered buckshot, and behind Graves, another hapless minion was struck by a card and collapsed, a knife clattering on the deck.

If Drizzt had been one second slower, it would have been Graves who had fallen.

It was like this again, and the two couldn't help but lament how terrible the old habit was.

Plancks are everywhere now. They stood in a circle on the deck and surrounded the two of them yelling, and it was impossible for them to defeat so many people.

The two looked at each other, and with just one look, Graves knew that Drizzt was about to run away again.

"I'll take a step first, you hurry up and follow."

Drizzt drew a blue card and performed his best tricks, frantic lights and shadows flashed, and it only took a few seconds for him to teleport to his destination. Then he fought with another group of people and cleared the field.

Those sailors were his targets, and his target was the captain.

"It's easy for you to say, but it's terrible for me to do it." Graves yelled cursingly, and he knew that the final decision could only be made by himself.

These people are obviously more afraid of big shotguns than limp cards.

He was alone again, and the Hook gang surrounded him viciously. Graves quickly picked up his fate and climbed up the mast.

In the middle of the climb, a blind guy crawled as fast as a monkey and grabbed his feet from below. He kicked him twice but failed to kick him down. He could only kick the mast with his feet, and his legs His fingers were so painful that he had to let go.

Then she picked up speed, climbed to the mast, grabbed the rope, wrapped it tightly around her arm a few times, and jumped and swung down before the guy came up to hug him again.

Graves drew a trajectory over the deck, crossed the sea, let go of the rope at the highest point and flew towards the neighboring ship.

He plunged into the sail, and the sail tensed instantly. He rolled down the canvas and fell heavily on the deck.

To be honest, this landing posture is really ugly, but if you don't go, you will be left there.

Seeing that Drizzt hadn't taken the captain hostage, Graves was furious. He dashed forward, and the butt of his rifle struck the captain on the forehead, knocking off his three-cornered hat.

The captain fell on the deck, and Graves pointed a gun at his head and yelled, "Let your ship go! Or I'll blow your head off with one shot!"

The captain didn't dare to disobey Planck's order, but now that the gun was pointed at his head, he had to succumb to Graves' coercion and let the sailors on board sail away.

At the same time, Drizzt threw several cards one after another, cutting the cables on the mast of the neighboring ship, and several iron hooks trying to swing over screamed and fell into the sea.

The sails were stirred up, and the sea hunter gradually distanced itself from the Nether Abyss.

"Finally escaped." Graves took a deep breath: "The sails of the Nether Abyss are all burned out, like a tiger without legs, just looking scary."

Through the thick sea fog and the smoldering sea hunting ship, it can be seen that the dark sails of the Nether Abyss have been eaten away by the fire, leaving only a little black curly scrap.

At sea, once a sailboat loses its sails, it loses its power and can only drift with the current. In this case, even a small sailboat can leave it behind.

Seeing the former overlord become like this under his hands, Drizzt also laughed, but his smile was much restrained than that of Graves.

But then he saw on the deck of the Abyss, a scoundrel among the pirates shamelessly put the hat he had left on his head.

It's just that compared with the people next to him, this move seems insignificant,

Planck is operating a cannon with his own hands.

An ancient cannon was parked beside him. Although the cannon was covered with verdigris, it was still a beauty.

Planck stroked the muzzle as if teasing a beloved hound.

The Daughter of Death has won many victories under his hands, and he likes this cannon very much, but now this beauty is old, and it is almost time to bury her. But before she was buried, Plank wanted to give her another shot at the show.

His familiarity with the Daughter of Death made him full of confidence, and the rough touch from his fingertips made him feel that he had returned to his heroic and prime of life. Feeling the sea breeze, he adjusted the muzzle up slightly, aiming at the ship that Drizzt was on.

"Isn't it... Hu Mu, is Planck crazy? There is a ship between us. Does he think that a rusty cannon can penetrate two ships at the same time?" Graves After scratching the wound, sweat flowed into the bullet hole, which was painful and itchy.

Drizzt didn't speak, and stared at the cannon in Planck's hand. Although he didn't think Planck could hit them, he still subconsciously grabbed a blue card, and his preparations were wrong. Get away anytime.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down. Both of them were staring at Planck's hands.

They felt their hearts beating like the bells at the widow's hospice announcing the sinking of ships, and they felt that they were on the workbench of the butchery dock, knee-deep in the guts of sea beasts, and still trying to run.

Planck was older than they had imagined, the wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, like a strait split by an axe, but the fierceness in his eyes still made people tremble with fear, just like his nickname.

Disaster of the sea.

He swung the torch and ignited the fuse on the back of the cannon, and the silver flame ignited the oil-soaked tinder paper.

The fuse burned out, and a flaming cannonball spewed out in flames, scraped across the deck of the smoking sea hunter in the middle, and smashed into the ship under Drizzt's feet.

"Shit, it's a straddle shot!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world turned into a deafening explosion, leaving only flames and rolling thunder.

The deck was blown away by the explosion, and a huge fireball suddenly rose in the night sky, like a rising sun jumping out of the sea.