The undead did not feel tired.
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the undead on the deadman's voice moved quickly and poured firepower to the left and right at an astonishing speed. Very soon, three enemy warships were sunk by the cannon fire. The animated ropes that danced in the air swept out like venomous snakes, entangling the approaching enemies one by one. Søren stood on the deck with the elven bow in his hand. He was not in a hurry to kill the enemy, but he shot arrows to kill the targets entangled by the animated ropes.
"Boom!"
The ghost ship, Deadman's Voice, shook a bit.
After a round of fierce gunfire, the enemy finally reacted and began to turn the muzzle to fight back at the ghost ship. Even though the ghost ship was an activated undead construct and could automatically dodge the attacks, it was still hit by the dense barrage of cannon fire. There was a hole in the broken hull of the ghost ship. The seemingly rotten hull was actually very strong, and there was only a small hole in it. But the next scene subverted the knowledge of all the pirates. They only saw the wailing souls flying out of the ghost ship's sail, and then the hull that was penetrated by the cannonballs began to repair little by little.
It was like the flesh and blood of a human body regenerating, and the place where the ghost ship was hit recovered little by little.
This was the horror of the ghost ship.
It would never be sunk as easily as other warships, but in order to repair the hull, the number of bound souls on the ghost ship also decreased slightly.
These bound souls were part of the ghost ship!
The ghost ship's recovery ability relied on these souls, because it was an animated construct of the undead.
The number of bound souls of the dead was still abundant.
In other words, unless the firepower was fierce enough to tear the ghost ship apart, Søren was not afraid of being sunk.
But the role of the bound souls of the dead was very important. Whether the ghost ship could continue to improve its strength depended on the number of bound souls accumulated, so he did not intend to consume too many of them.
"Full speed ahead!"
Seeing that Arendelle's warship in front of him was almost out of trouble, Søren immediately ordered, "Prepare the Sinking Wailing Ram! Sink the ship in front! … "
The ship began to accelerate.
The sharp ram charged towards the pirate ship in front of him, instantly creating a huge hole in the ship.
The [Submerged Howl] ram was the equipment Søren used the least. If it wasn't close enough, he would have preferred to use the alchemy rune, the Deadman's Cannon.
"Retreat! Turn around! "
Following Søren's order, the Deadman's Voice didn't need anyone to steer the ship. It directly turned the Ghost Sail around and pulled away.
Søren looked at Arendelle's Marines in front of him and said: "Deep Sea Dive!"
Rumble!
Seawater surged in from all directions, and the ghost ship, Deadman's Voice, sank to the bottom of the sea little by little. Under the cover of the fog, it became more and more hazy, leaving only a ship full of astonished sailors and a broken ship floating on the sea. The enemy's bodies were devoured by the mutant tiger sharks. The whole battle took less than five minutes, and a round of salvo from the Deadman's Voice severely damaged the Vrykul pirates. As the Deadman's Voice gradually dived to the bottom of the sea, the mutant tiger sharks also began to dive, and finally, the sea returned to calm.
"This! … "
On Arendelle's warship, the bearded general had a shocked expression on his face. After a long time, he murmured: "Ghost Ship! … Ghost Ship! … Black Sail?! … Deadman's Voice? … Søren the Beheader?! … "
"Is it the pirate king who ran rampant on the south coast? Why is he here? Why is he helping us deal with the enemy? "
His heart was full of doubts, but there was certainly no answer now.
…
"What!?"
Prince Hans's face changed dramatically, and he said angrily: "Gone? What about those Vrykul pirates? Are they all dead? "
The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly.
The pirates who just felt that they were playing a game of cat and mouse, after losing contact with several warships in a row, instantly felt that the role had been reversed.
They felt as if there was a shadow in the fog, waiting for the opportunity to hunt them down.
The sound of gunfire.
Screams.
The roar of battle.
They heard a lot of sounds in the fog, but they couldn't see the situation on the battlefield. When they followed the sound, they only saw the spreading blood and the gradually sinking hull.
They lost at least ten warships.
But they didn't even see the enemy's trace. Some people only vaguely saw a huge shadow moving in the sea.
Fear spread.
The unknown enemy was the most terrible!
Prince Hans was so angry that he couldn't extricate himself, but there was nothing he could do. Because until now, he hadn't found any trace of the enemy. This damn fog covered everything.
Even Arendelle's warship was gone.
"Look!"
The high-grade sorcerer standing next to him suddenly said: "Your Highness! There's a living person there! "
There was a wooden barrel floating in front of them.
There was a bloody pirate sailor holding it. After all, Søren was not a god. It was difficult to guarantee that no one would escape from such a battle.
"Hurry up!"
Hearing this, Prince Hans's spirits were lifted and he immediately shouted, "Pick him up! Hurry up and get him up! "
The sailors on the deck moved quickly.
Soon someone rescued the pirate. His breath was very weak. His chest was penetrated by a wooden plank, and he wouldn't live long.
"What happened?"
Prince Hans grabbed him and shook him hard, saying, "Hurry up and tell me! What happened in front of us? "
The pirate sailor gradually regained consciousness. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and then his face showed a look of fear. He trembled and shouted: "Undead! Black Sail! Ghost Ship! Monster! Dead! " "Dead!"
"All dead!" "All dead!" "…"
The words were a little incoherent.
However, the words that came out of his mouth shocked everyone nearby, and they felt a chill run down their spines.
It was as if there was a cold gaze watching them in the fog.
"Undead?"
Prince Hans's mouth was a little dry: "Ghost Ship? Black Sail? How could it be! Where is the ghost ship here?! "
How could it be!
When did a ghost ship appear near Arendelle?
As a person who lived in a coastal country, he certainly knew the terrible legend of the ghost ship. This kind of thing was more terrible than the monsters in the deep sea.
Until now, there were very few people who had really seen it!
"Your Highness!"
A naval officer next to him swallowed and lowered his voice: "Legend has it that where the ghost ship appears, there will be a fog that can't be dispelled! I'm afraid there are really undead here! " "…"
"How about …"
"Let's retreat first?"
He was afraid.
Not only him, but the other sailors on the deck could not help but feel a little fear after hearing the news about the ghost ship.
One must know.
People who died on the ghost ship could be imprisoned on it forever.
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