"Retreat!"
Prince Hans's expression was uncertain, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat to Dragonbone Island first! The current situation is very unfavorable to us. Wait until we figure out the enemy's situation before we deal with them! "
Damned fog.
This strange fog completely crippled them. They couldn't find the enemy's trace, and there was no way to command the battle. Everyone was like a headless fly in the fog. If the enemy was really a ghost ship, their losses would only be greater if they stayed here. The undead ignored the fog. They observed the world according to the color of the soul. The vision of the undead was more like the vision of the spiritual world. It was a gray color, and they could see the light of the soul.
In this case, the enemy could find them, but they couldn't find the enemy.
Woo woo woo!
A desolate bugle horn sounded, signaling the retreat of the warships. The warships around them all stopped.
"What's going on?"
"Why did they suddenly retreat?"
"Where are they?"
"Why is old Deco's ship gone? Wasn't it nearby just now? "
Bursts of voices came back.
Those targets targeted by the Deadman's Voice were naturally doomed, but those warships that were not targeted by the Deadman's Voice had been running around until now and had not encountered any enemies at all. Only when the others heard the horn of retreat and gradually gathered around Prince Hans's warship did they find that there seemed to be a lot of people around them. One of the fleets that had set off with them had even completely disappeared.
"What's going on?"
"Where are Kenner and the others? Why did they come back? "
Some admirals of the southern island countries looked around in surprise. After the horn of retreat was blown, Prince Hans's warship began to retreat, and the other warships naturally followed. As they gradually left the area covered by the fog, everything nearby gradually became clear, but when Prince Hans counted the warships under his command, his face became quite stiff.
A total of sixteen warships were gone.
Five of them were the warships of the Vrykul pirates, and the others were all his men.
The fog in front of them was still thick, and it had become quiet inside. Without the sound of cannon fire, they could vaguely hear wails and cries that sent chills down their spines. It wasn't a man's wail, but more like a rather sharp half-male, half-female voice. It was like the background music in a ghost story. It was quite horrifying to listen to.
At first, the sound of gunfire was too deafening. Now that it had quieted down, everyone who heard the sound felt their hair stand on end.
"It's a wraith! … "
The high-grade Warlock standing behind Prince Hans had a dignified expression as he murmured, "And there are quite a lot of wraiths! … "
Vengeful spirits were a special kind of undead life form.
Their wails could directly cause an effect similar to the 'Intimidation Spell'. Ordinary people with weak willpower might directly faint from fright.
"Retreat!"
Prince Hans stopped the fleet outside the fog and waited for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back first."
It seemed like the battleships that did not catch up would not be able to return.
The ghost ship did not leave the scope of the fog, which made his idea of hitting the target fail. Until now, he was not sure if the ghost ship appeared here by accident or if it was reinforcements invited by Arendelle, because everything was too coincidental. As soon as they arrived at the location of the signal flare, they encountered Arendelle's navy, and then they encountered this strange ghost ship. If this was really Arendelle's reinforcements, then the situation was a bit bad. Prince Hans couldn't help but feel a little gloomy when he thought of this.
As the fleet of the southern island country left.
Some pale white phantoms vaguely appeared in the fog, and then a black ghost ship appeared.
"Come back."
As Søren's voice fell, the sea wraiths flying around the ghost ship all floated down, and then one by one they integrated into the ghost ship's sail.
He did not chase after the enemy, because no matter how strong Søren was, he was only one person and one ship.
Legendary professions may be very powerful, but there were more than one or two of them who had been besieged by the enemy. Even the Saints, who were the incarnations of gods, could be besieged and killed. A quasi-legendary like him naturally did not dare to take risks. In fact, his purpose had been achieved. The navy of the southern island country had been hit so hard, and the morale would definitely be much lower. At most, the news of the south being looted by pirates would come in a few days. At that time, the navy's sailors would be eager to return home. Prince Hans would not stay here to fight with Arendelle unless he was crazy, and would not care about the pirate army raging in the southern island country's waters.
Once his navy retreated, it would never be so easy to make a comeback.
Søren had prepared a big meal for him on the West Coast!
He mobilized the pirate army to control the West Coast and backed by the Northern Witch Council. As long as he finished his work, he could teach Prince Hans a lesson at any time.
Night fell.
Søren stood on the deck and looked at the sky. The stars tonight seemed a little dim, and many of the once bright stars seemed to be gray at the moment.
These lights were getting weaker and weaker.
It seemed that it would not be long before they went out. Even the bright moon under the night sky seemed to have a gray veil.
Time passed little by little.
Søren quietly waited for midnight to come. Dealing with Prince Hans was certainly not just a matter of defeating him on the sea. Søren was a quasi-legendary Rogue. If a professional like him wanted to deal with a person by hook or by crook, the result would be terrible. If he was not sure that Prince Hans, as the crown prince of a country, would be protected by high-grade professions, he would be more inclined to directly behead the target. But this behavior was too risky. He was not sure how many legendary items Prince Hans had, let alone how strong the person responsible for protecting him was.
Søren had always been very cautious. He would not do things that he was not sure of.
"Deep-sea Diving!"
With Søren's order, the ghost ship dived into the sea again, and then gradually approached the location of Dragonbone Island.
A huge black shadow in the sea also moved with it, and finally stopped about three kilometers away from Dragonbone Island.
"Get ready for battle."
Søren changed into a suit, and with a cold light, he pulled out his curved sword. The ghost ship was quiet. He looked at the undead who were ready to stand by and said in a deep voice, "Be ready to support me at any time. If you see fire, bombard the enemy's dock from the south. "
The undead Naga Siren nodded and said, "Yes. Master! "
"Shadow Hide!"
Søren's figure escaped into the Night. With a magic aura, he gradually floated from the ghost ship and then landed lightly on the sea.
"Haste!"
Søren's toes tapped lightly on the sea, and then his whole body flew out.
He stepped on the sea surface at high speed, and his whole body approached the location of Dragonbone Island like a sharp arrow. Søren was an assassin in the Underdark. If it weren't for the Drow Matriarch who wanted to squeeze him dry, Søren would have become a Nightwalker in the Underdark. Søren had been active in the Underdark for many years, and he had long been familiar with the means of assassination and guerrilla warfare. Today, dealing with the navy of these southern island countries was just a small test.
"Pa-da."
Søren's figure lightly landed on the wooden planks on the side of the port. There were warships docked on the dock, and many guards were responsible for training.
He was not in a hurry to attack, but waited patiently.
"Found it!"
Søren's eyes flashed with a cold light, and then quietly moved towards a dark corner. He approached quietly, and then in an instant, he pulled out his sword!
"Puchi."
Blood splashed out, and Søren slowly put down the body in his hand.
A hidden sentry!
His long-term experience told him that this kind of action must be carried out first. Prince Hans led the army to attack Arendelle this time, and it was impossible for him to not have one or two high-level Rogues around him.
"Next."
Søren's figure disappeared into the Night again. Only when these hidden sentry were taken care of, tonight would be his wanton hunting feast.
It seemed that he had not fought like this for a long time since he left the Underdark.
Fortunately, his skills were not out of practice!
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