The sky was clear for only one day.
The next day, there were dark clouds again, and it looked like it was going to rain again.
Søren stood on the mast of the deadman's voice and looked at the sea in front of him. On the side of the ghost ship, there was a huge black shadow. At the moment, it was undulating in the waves, and only a shadow could be seen. He looked forward silently, as if waiting for something. Søren had always been a very patient person, so he waited very calmly, but his eyes occasionally looked up at the sky.
"Rumble!"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
Accompanied by the rumbling sound of thunder, drops of rain fell. At first, it was just a light rain, but soon it became a rainstorm.
"Deep Sea Diving!"
Søren finally showed a smile, but it was cold and cruel. He gently waved his hand, and the undead on the deck quickly moved. In the strange whispers of the Ghost Siren, the deadman's voice began to descend, and the whole ship gradually sank to the bottom of the sea. The surrounding seawater rushed to the deck, and Søren gently jumped to the rudder, and then let the seawater completely submerge him. The seawater poured into the hull, and Søren's hair scattered with the seawater. When the deadman's voice finally sank to the bottom of the sea, he looked up at the sky. The wind and waves on the sea were getting bigger, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
"Rumble!"
The storm shrouded the sea, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. It seemed that the storm and rain had only stopped temporarily, and now it was just beginning.
The sea was turbulent, but the bottom of the sea was quite calm.
The dark deep sea could not block Søren's sight. The deadman's voice was diving hundreds of meters under the sea. He was calculating the enemy's position, and he had collected a lot of information before he set off.
With his current reputation as the pirate king of the south coast, the Thieves' Union would rather offend the southern island countries than offend him.
"Rise 300 meters!"
Søren looked around. There was a reef in front of him, and some fish in the sea, but because of the death energy, almost none of them wanted to get close to the deadman's voice. Mutant killer whales escorted around. Although the north coast was not as dangerous as the south coast, there were also some deep-sea monsters, and these deep-sea monsters did not seem to care about the blessing of the sea goddess. There were other gods in the world involved in the sea domain. For example, the god of the Vrykul people was involved in the sea domain from the pirate domain.
The Vrykul people believed in a barbarian god.
Should be the only god of 'pirate', but one of his clergy was' Vrykul of pirates', and few other pirates believed in him.
The birth of this clergy was due to the fact that the Vrykul were born pirates and lived by plundering other merchant ships.
"Rise 100 meters!"
Soran looked at the surrounding environment and observed the movements on the sea at the same time. After rising to a height where he could vaguely see the sea, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Summon the fog!"
"The undead to sink their warships!"
In the dark sea.
A group of ferocious-looking undead appeared. They took the tools to sink the ship and slowly moved upstream, gradually approaching the sea.
…
"Boom!"
A thunderbolt crossed the sky, and the wind and waves shook the hull.
"Damn it!"
A middle-aged man in a navy uniform cursed, then grabbed a corner of the hull and shouted, "All of you, work harder! When we get back to the port, I'll treat you to a drink! "
"This damn weather."
"I said the storm wouldn't end so soon. In this weather, how can a fleet go out to sea? There's no need to send us out to patrol."
A wave came crashing over.
The hull of the warship shook, and the sea rushed to the deck. A navy sailor stood unsteadily and hit the barrel, but he was not seriously injured. He just frowned and trembled in pain.
"What about the South Sea?"
The middle-aged man looked around. He didn't know when the fog had appeared around him. He couldn't help but curse again, "This damn weather! How can it dance in a storm! "
"Come on."
"Light the torches. Don't get separated from the escort fleet."
It was a very strange weather.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for fog to appear in such a storm. So the middle-aged officer, who had been at sea all year round, intuitively felt that something was wrong. He shouted, "Everyone, be alert! This fog is strange! Maybe we've encountered a sea monster! "
"Ah!!!" As soon as his voice fell, a navy sailor screamed in fear.
Hearing his voice, the others were suddenly frightened. The middle-aged officer immediately shouted, "What are you screaming for? What did you see? "
"Boom!"
The hull suddenly shook. Many people on the deck lost their balance and fell. There was also a sailor who almost fell from the ship into the sea. Fortunately, his ankle was entangled by a cable.
"Black … black shadow! … "
The sailor who shouted at first said with a frightened face, "What a big black shadow! … It's bigger than the ship! … It's there! … Under the water! … I didn't see what it was! … But there's something under the sea! … "
The middle-aged officer's heart thumped, and his expression was a little scared. He murmured, "Don't tell me we're so unlucky to encounter a sea monster?"
"Boom!"
The hull shook again.
Now, everyone could see that there was indeed a huge shadow wandering in the fog. The ship was shaking because it had bumped into it.
"No! … Not good! … "
Another exclamation sounded. A sailor who was drenched ran out and shouted, "The cabin! … Water is coming in from below the cabin! … "
"Boom!"
The hull shook again. A sailor was directly thrown into the sea. He only had time to let out a mournful cry before he disappeared in the rolling waves.
"Buzz!"
"Boom!"
The storm seemed to be getting bigger. The warship was still shaking in the waves. The waves made it look like a small boat that could capsize and sink at any time.
"Kacha!"
The sound of the keel breaking came from the hull. Then the warship shook violently. Finally, it turned over in a huge wave and sank to the bottom of the sea little by little.
On the sea.
Incomparably sharp bone spikes appeared one after another, and an incomparably huge shadow swam in the sea. Vaguely, one could see the blurry shadow of a pitch-black warship in the sea.
"Help! … "
"Help! … "
"Someone help me! … "
The sinking warship did not immediately kill these sailors. In fact, many of them were low-grade professions. Their tenacious vitality allowed them to still swim up after sinking into the sea. But at this time, a black cable flew out of the sea. The black hull on the bottom of the sea became clearer and clearer. The cable entangled the sailors who fell into the sea, and then dragged them deeper into the sea. Faintly, some humanoid monsters with seaweed-like bodies appeared nearby. They rushed over with a hideous smile and mercilessly slaughtered those who escaped the net.
…
Dragonbone Island.
This was an island occupied by the Vrykul pirates. It was said that a dragon was buried here, so it was called Dragonbone Island.
The area of the island was not very large. It was estimated that it was not the size of Snake Island, but it had a semi-natural port because a steep mountain wall blocked the whistling sea breeze. There was a lighthouse built on this island. Basically, any port city would have a landmark lighthouse, which could guide the sailing ships. Even lighthouses in some places could guide ships to avoid reefs, greatly improving the safety of the fleet at night.
"Why haven't they come back yet?"
Above the lighthouse, a young man dressed in standard aristocratic attire frowned and looked into the distance. He said in a deep voice, "According to the time, they should have come back long ago."
Rumble.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
The lightning illuminated the sea in the distance, and the waves on the sea were getting bigger and bigger.
"Your Royal Highness."
Behind the young man was an old man with a white beard. He was wearing a delicate robe. He said in a deep voice, "They haven't come back yet. I'm afraid they are in trouble!"
Prince Hans's expression suddenly turned ugly. He said with a pale face, "A standard patrol fleet, a large warship, and three guard warships. Even if they are in trouble, how can they not come back? Could it be that Arendelle's fleet attacked them? "
"No!"
"We joined forces with the Vrykul pirates last time to hit Arendelle's navy. I'm afraid they don't even have the ability to go to sea now."
This was the battle he was extremely proud of.
First, he let the Vrykul pirates attract the attention of Arendelle's navy, let them think that it was just pirates who came out to plunder, and then he mobilized a fleet to deal with these Vrykul pirates. But what he didn't expect was that near the Dragonbone Island, they also encountered the main navy of the southern island countries, which was the fleet led by Prince Hans.
The result of the battle was naturally needless to say. Facing nearly twice the number of enemies on their side, Arendelle's navy was almost completely wiped out.
Arendelle was so badly hit that it was basically difficult for him to assemble a fleet to go to sea again.
Near the port.
With wave after wave, a broken piece of the deck gradually floated to the edge of the port. The nearby defenders seemed to have discovered it and hurriedly shouted loudly.
There were more broken pieces of wood nearby, and the waves washed them nearby.
Rumble!
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
Under the dark clouds, the waves on the sea were even more frightening. In the deep night, it was as if there was a terrifying monster silently watching the island, waiting to devour everything on it at any time.
…
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