After a sudden rainstorm on the sea.
In the blink of an eye, the sky had cleared up. The weather in this part of the sea was always so unpredictable.
A three-masted ship decorated with sharp horns sailed alone on the calm sea. On the black main sail, a silver eagle stretched its wings. The simple but vivid lines outlined an indescribable majesty and might. One could even hear a few proud eagle cries from time to time.
Like most ordinary pirates, this was a pirate ship modified from a merchant ship. However, it was different from other pirate ships. There were too many things on it that were in the style of the natives of the New World.
Sharp horns of totems, colorful curtains, unique paintings, and the dried heads of wild beasts. Well, maybe it wasn't just wild beasts' heads …
This pirate ship with a unique appearance was the 'Spirit of the Eagle' that was returning after participating in the 'Massacre of Beluga Harbor'.
However, unlike the crew members who were happily preparing to squander their wealth after obtaining a large sum of treasures, the two people with the highest positions on the ship were having an intense argument in the captain's room.
"Sorcerer! Are we really not going to return the treasures we obtained to the tribe?! " The muscular native youth with the tattoo of an eagle on his dark brown upper body waved his arms as he asked his captain agitatedly.
Regardless of whether it was the rules of the sea or the tribe, the identity of the captain cum sorcerer made the youth have no choice but to show the greatest respect to the person sitting behind the table. His current actions were the best way he could express his dissatisfaction.
"Tribe? Where do we have a tribe?
Karawsu, your wife and children have already died under the guns of those blonde demons who call themselves' civilized people '! "
Captain Akrava used a quill to record something on a piece of parchment. He raised his head and glanced at his first mate before continuing to write.
"But, there are still many survivors in the tribe. They are still the people of the 'Spirit of the Eagle'! They are struggling to survive under the oppression of the 'blonde demons'. Didn't we do the same when we obtained treasures in the past? "
The native youth took a step forward and continued to resist in his own way. As a heroic 'Eagle Warrior', he would not allow himself to abandon his fellow tribesmen, not even the sorcerers of the tribe!
"Hehe! The people of the 'Spirit of the Eagle'?
The last time we returned, they had already been tamed by the 'blonde demons'. They had completely forgotten their beliefs and became the slaves of others! They are no longer worthy of being under the wings of the 'Spirit of the Eagle'!
We are the descendants of the divine eagle! Even death and aging could not make us submit, let alone a mere tribe! From the moment they chose to submit, their 'tribesmen' were already dead!!! "
The wizard's merciless words hit the young warrior like a heavy blow. The conflict between his feelings and beliefs made him at a loss for what to do. On one hand, people who betrayed their faith were not worthy of sympathy, but on the other hand, they were the tribe that had raised him as an orphan!
"Karawsu's! . As long as we are alive, the tribe will continue.. . of the 'Spirit of of the Eagle'!
.... to time....... to time, we of the of a day of the day..................
This time, the Magus finally put down the pen and paper in his hands. He looked into the young first mate's eyes and said with sincerity and determination.
"Yes, sorcerer! The 'Spirit of the Eagle' will always protect us! "
Karawsu replied with a seemingly firm voice. His gaze fell on the sorcerer's buffalo leather boots, the golden ring inlaid with yellow gemstones, the convenient writing tools in his hand, and the soft white shirt. Outside the porthole, there were sailors passing by. Some of them were natives and the so-called 'blonde demons'!
Although this situation was somewhat inconceivable to the native pirates who hated the 'blonde demons'.
The reason why the crew could not remain pure was that the native pirates could easily be boycotted by their peers. Most importantly, all the technical work on the ship could not be done without these 'blonde demons'!
Without them, the natives would have a hard time even using the relatively simple cannons, let alone the complicated operation of the sail rope.
Although Karawsu was young, he often thought about the future of the tribe independently. The sorcerer's idea was very good, and he agreed very much. Perhaps one day in the future, this beautiful goal could really be realized.
But.
If this goes on, even if we win in the end, will we absorb the technology of the 'blonde demons', or will we be assimilated by the 'blonde demons'? Ten years, twenty years later, will we still be the people of the 'Spirit of the Eagle'?!
Regarding this question, even the great 'Spirit of the Eagle' could not give him an answer.
The atmosphere in the captain's cabin suddenly became silent.
"Lower the sail and reduce the speed!"
Suddenly, a shout on the deck broke the strange atmosphere.
It was the sound of the ship's mooring.
Only in an emergency, the mooring would bypass the first mate and the captain and directly give the order. Both of them were shocked when they heard the noise.
They no longer cared about the debate about the future and quickly rushed out of the captain's cabin.
Whoosh —
White fog. A thick white fog that was so thick that they could not see their own fingers was like a snow-white wall that extended all the way to the horizon. It rolled in from the sea directly in front of them.
Before the two of them could give a new order, it instantly drowned the 'Spirit of the Eagle' like a wave.
"Why is there such a thick fog? Didn't it just rain heavily? "
The pirates on the ship were discussing. Some felt that the fog was strange, some swore that in their rich sailing career, this was just a normal natural phenomenon that they had encountered countless times.
The captain cum Adept Akrava was expressionless as he listened to the discussions of the crew. As a native Adept with sharp senses, he did not think that this fog was a simple coincidence.
"Shut up! Bring a sheep up! "
The deck was instantly silent. It was obvious that this native captain had a lot of authority on this pirate ship.
However, it was hard to tell if the sailors were afraid of the captain's authority or the wizard's strangeness.
"Baa baa baa …"
Soon, a sailor followed his orders and dragged a live sheep from the cabin onto the deck and respectfully handed it to Akrava.
The wizard only used his left hand to easily press the sturdy white sheep onto the deck. He was mumbling something. To others, it sounded like a messy and strange language, but it seemed to communicate with a great existence that existed in the unseen world and attracted its attention.
At the same time, Akrava's right hand was holding an exquisite silver dagger as he skillfully cut open the ram's stomach. Bloody and colorful innards instantly flowed out.
Whoosh —
Baa (mie)!!!
What was strange was that even though it was in extreme pain, the ram did not move an inch after Akrava let go of it. It only stretched its neck forcefully, and its originally bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, as if it had entered a dream-like world.
The wizard did not care about the sheep's reaction. He only stared at the organs that flowed out. He even reached out and held a part of it while chanting non-stop.
Through these organs, he slowly connected his spirituality with the sheep's soul that was between life and death. From there, he explored the unseen secrets.
At the same time, in the depths of the fog, a warship quickly moved like a spider that had discovered its prey.
The fog could not obstruct the 'Roaring Conch' in the slightest. With the help of the 'Monsoon Goddess' at the bow of the ship, they quickly approached the Blacksail Pirate Ship that had lowered its sails due to the fog.
[Secret Treasure of the Sea: Fog Silver Lamp]'s effect was not only limited to the wielder, but also limited to no more than three people's vision to not be affected by the fog.
With Milan, an official wizard, using this Secret Treasure of the Sea, the fog's range and density was more than ten times stronger than when Trou belonged to the 'Shark Tooth Pirates'.
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