"Long live Dior the Prophet!"
No one knew who started it, but the sailors on the two ghostships all knelt on the deck and raised their hands to the sky to salute the prophet.
Bai Xiaowen smiled. He first took out the Leaf Peony Painting and recited the poem on the painting in a low voice. After receiving the notification that his charm had increased by 17%, the equipment on his leg, White Eagle's Assault, was activated. He jumped onto the mast's horizontal sail.
He waved his hand, and the crowd cheered even louder.
When the crowd's cheers died down, Bai Xiaowen said loudly, "Everyone, although we have returned to the surface, our crisis is still not over.
"This is the Bonus Islands, the legendary forbidden land. It is also the frontline of the battle between the human alliance and the Nagas.
"In other words, this is the Nagas' important place. If we are unlucky, we might run into a patrol team of the Nagas, which will attract a large number of raiders and kidnap us to the dark bottom of the sea again!
"There are two paths in front of us.
"First, leave quietly like a coward, abandon the human compatriots who are fighting here, and pray that the Nagas will not find you. Within a year, the sea will drown the continent, and human beings will be extinct.
"Second, fight like a man, help the human compatriots, completely destroy the Nagas here, stop the tide from rising, and return home with honor as a warrior.
"I choose the second path. I have a mission as a prophet, and more importantly, I have a responsibility as a human! Now, tell me your choice! "
In the crowd, low voices of discussion spread out.
Suddenly, Captain Urhiya said, "I am willing to follow the Prophet Dior and fight for the fate of mankind."
After Urhiya spoke, the sailors of the Forward next to him all agreed. For a moment, the atmosphere became heated. Most of the sailors were shouting to fight, and the remaining few, although timid, did not dare to jump out and face the disdain of the crowd because of the situation.
Bai Xiaowen nodded with a smile. It wasn't that he had a domineering aura, but rather, it was the result of many factors working together.
First of all, the most important reason was the prestige brought by the identity of the Prophet. Bai Xiaowen's fame in the Blacktide Plane was not just for show. The fact that he had brought these people from the bottom of the sea back to the surface was in itself a form of proof, causing everyone's trust in him to skyrocket.
Secondly, it was Captain Julian's cooperation. This was also a consensus that he and Captain Julian had reached before entering the undercurrent.
Finally, it was time to talk about the Free Legion, which was the composition of the labourer army. They were basically captives from the merchant ships that the Vogata tribe had plundered. Most of them were sailors and a small number of merchants.
In this era where there were no modern ships and where gunpowder, flintlocks, and cold weapons still existed, the people who could make a living on ships, whether they were sailors or merchants, were braver than ordinary civilians. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were desperadoes.
Bai Xiaowen's words were quite persuasive, and with the addition of the charm bonus from the Leaf-Covering Peony Painting, it was not surprising that hundreds of people responded to his call.
Bai Xiaowen then ordered the two ships to sail to one of the uninhabited islands. With the surveillance of the two White Eagles, Bai Xiaowen and Qiao Rui's wide-range psychic abilities, it was almost like the radar of this era. It was not a problem for them to not be discovered.
After landing on the island, the Freikorps went ashore to rest. Captain Julian took out the food that they had taken from the Vogata tribe and distributed it.
Bai Xiaowen also further divided the work within the White Phoenix team.
"Now, we have arrived at the Bonus Islands, but we are not familiar with the environment here, so reconnaissance is very important. Sister Qiao will be in charge of this. "
Qiao Rui smiled and nodded. "No problem. The cooldown of the Spirit of the Falcon will be over in two hours."
Bai Xiaowen continued, "The Nagas' bases are all at the bottom of the sea. The Spirit of the Falcon is not enough to investigate. Shuyi, you and Cecilia will take a few elite sailors and use this magic conch to dive into the sea for a surprise attack. Catch some Nagas and get more detailed information. "
After a pause, Bai Xiaowen said, "The two specter ships have assault boats and diving functions. You can take one or two assault boats and go into the sea … Yes, I will have Delifa go with you. Her psychic abilities will give you the upper hand. "
As a descended creature, Delifa had an independent psychic ability, which was completely different from the necromancers.
"What about you?" Li Shuyi asked. She was not confident and wanted Bai Xiaowen to go with her.
Bai Xiaowen smiled and said, "I will go and contact the human commander … Otherwise, it will be too difficult for us to deal with the Lord of the Deep Sea Vazatas with our current forces. We need to learn how to take advantage of the situation."
…
Chakarlo Island was one of the largest islands in the Bonus Sea. It was originally the "Pearl of Calchino" and had a natural harbor called Chakarlo Port. However, after the Nagas wreaked havoc in this sea area, no merchant ships were willing to resupply here.
Now, all the ships docked at Chakarlo Port were human warships of different styles.
The dragon-bone warship of Yonnie, a kingdom in the north, was crudely made and extremely large. It was a sharp contrast to the smaller warship next to it, which was decorated with complicated patterns and green leaves. The latter was the warship of Sisdir, a kingdom of elves, and the entire warship was transformed from an ancient war tree.
Next to it was the warship of the Dwarf Kingdom, Torin. It was very different from the crude wooden ship next to it. It was as if they were of two different eras. The latter was the warship of the inland Kingdom, Altoria. Many people in that kingdom of knights had never seen the sea in their lives.
"Seeing these ragged warships, I feel that the future of this war on the Pan Continent is bleak."
A burly, short-haired man with a simple greatsword on his back walked in Chakarlo Port and sighed softly. "Why can't we pool our resources and ask the dwarves to mass produce the warships?"
"This isn't your style, Mr. Aleksei Ahan," a blue-robed female mage behind the man with the greatsword said while blinking her eyes.
"I'm just saying it in private, Miss Catherine." Ahan showed a bitter smile.
"As your adjutant, I have to remind you … This kind of weak attitude will only lower the morale of the allied forces," the blue-robed female mage, Catherine, said.
"You're right. I won't say such things in the future. "
Ahan looked up at the gloomy sky and the dark clouds that he could almost touch with his hand. He sighed and said, "If the prophet was here … with his guidance, we wouldn't be so lost."
Suddenly, the cry of an eagle sounded in the distance, and a white figure flew over from the horizon.
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