Chapter Ninety-Three: Don't Carry the Black Cauldron
The flames on the slashing knife burned, and the air twisted slightly from the heat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
The half-human-high wine jar was pulled up by Luo Chen, then put it to his mouth, and tilted his head suddenly.
"Boom!"
The spicy feeling filled his throat, and the wine kept pouring down, but Luo Chen's eyes became more and more sober.
The Logan was sailing fast, and under Jason's maneuvering, the speed had soared to the limit.
Half a bell later, Luo Chen stood up, the half-human high wine jar, just when he held the sword in his hand, it shattered with a "click", but no wine flowed out.
Before he knew it, he had drunk the entire jar of wine.
"Are you alright, Captain?"
Jason scratched his head and couldn't help but ask when he saw Luo Chen coming.
"It's fine. ”
Luo Chen nodded, his eyes looking ahead.
"Be vigilant, there was no navy on the road just now, but when you get here, it's not necessarily. ”
The Logan sailed for about six hours, and most of the navy was attracted to Luo Chen, so the area where Fang Cai was located was a blank spot in naval power. But by this point, we've reached the edge of the sea. For this, I'm afraid the other party will not relax.
"Yes!"
Jason let out a low sigh and looked much more serious.
Luo Chen walked towards Lu Jiu with a faint smile on his face.
"Sister-in-law, you can go in and have a good rest, and leave the rest to me!"
His voice was flat, but full of endless confidence.
The sea is boundless, as long as it is out of the closed circle laid by the navy, then the sea is wide and the sky is high for birds to fly.
Everything is no longer a problem!
"This speed is still a bit slow!"
Walking to the stern position again, Luo Chen frowned and said in a low voice.
Behind the Logan, there were no naval pursuers, only ripples left by the ship as it crossed the water.
But Luo Chen still had a faint uneasiness in his heart, and the time for possession was limited. Don't look at him now, but this time, there is less than half an hour left.
If the navy catches up, then their results are really not certain.
"Gotta speed up!"
"As long as we are out of the waters of Tedali, then we will be safer. ”
With a flash of his eyes, looking at the calm sea behind him, Luo Chen slowly pulled out the flowing blade on his waist.
"Snort!"
A little spark burned up, and in the blink of an eye, it spread all over the entire slashing knife.
"With the help of the counter-impact of the flames, speed up the Logan!"
His eyes narrowed, and Luo Chen suddenly drew his knife and slashed out towards the rear fire.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the overwhelming flames shot out like a cannonball. After a breath, he rushed ferociously into the sea.
"Jason, little master, sister-in-law, hold on to the boat, us!"
There was a hint of a smile on his face and a pause.
"Set sail!"
"Boom!"
The moment the flames burst into the sea, the entire tail of the Logan trembled, followed by the middle, and finally, the whole ship buzzed and trembled, and a powerful power was generated in an instant, and then, the Logan became angry.
It roared, roared, and turned into a long arrow off the string, and shot straight at a very fast speed.
The canvas had already puffed up in the wind generated by the impact, and even the mast was slightly twisted.
Quickly, the Logan seemed to turn into a streamer at this moment, sprinting unscrupulously on the sea.
All the way to the wild, the power of the flames is almost endless, the white mist of "snort" is generated, the sea is constantly boiling, and Logan's tail seems to be on fire.
In just five minutes, Jason and the others had already seen a dense group of warships sailing side by side in front of them, and at a glance, there were dozens of warships.
Suddenly, the eyes of everyone on the ship became solemn.
They thought that the navy must have deployed heavy troops on the edge of this sea, but such a force still shocked them a little.
Although dozens of warships are small ships, the number is also very unusual. This is almost, equivalent to one-third of the pomp of the demon slaying order.
"Captain!
Jason yelled, his expression a little nervous.
His strength is good, and his attack power is outstanding, but he is not in the face of such a huge fleet group.
Luo Chen, who was standing at the stern of the boat, heard the voice and slowly withdrew his sword, his eyes becoming sharp.
"Go ahead, I'll do everything!"
A faint voice came into Jason's ears, but Luo Chen's figure had already passed by him and stood at the bow of the boat.
"Is it the last level?"
Once a ship is in the sea, it is difficult to find. Next, just sail through these fleets, and this time the plan will be a perfect success!
"There's still some time left for possession, it's enough!"
Muttering, Luo Chen stood at the bow of the boat, clenching the sword in his hand.
Dressed in a black robe and wearing a feather coat outside, he looked invincible and domineering at this moment.
Four thousand five hundred meters away, on one of the centers of a group of dozens of warships.
The colonel's face was covered with sweat and he looked nervously at the phone bug in his hand.
"I'm Lieutenant General Noahs, everything is under my command!"
Just now, when he found the wooden ship that was sailing so fast that it almost split the sea in half, the colonel had already called the command, and it was the Lieutenant General Noas who was in charge of answering.
The news had long since spread that the guys on this wooden ship were able to compete with the general and escape from the impermeable encirclement around the island of Batria.
He's not stupid, and naturally knows what that means.
"These guys have terrible strength!"
The moment he heard the news, the colonel shuddered, and immediately after, he made a call to the command.
He didn't think about rushing forward and directing these navies to intercept each other, let alone reaping any credit.
At this moment, he heard the voice in the phone bug, and his heart was inexplicably relieved.
"Great, it's passed, I finally don't have to carry this pot. ”
The colonel has no confidence in stopping the other party at all, once the other party escapes, then this pot will definitely be his.
The colonel is not willing to do the stupid thing of carrying the black pot.
Even with a 1 percent chance of it, he wouldn't want to try it.
"Listen to my command and get ready to fire!"
In the midst of the phone bug, Lieutenant General Noahs's majestic voice came out again.
"Yes!"
The colonel shouted loudly and immediately ordered the ships to get ready.
At this moment, nearly twenty warships, the hull rumbled, and the black gun muzzles quickly stretched out from the hull, and then turned the gun muzzles, all aimed at the Logan.
"Warship No. 1 is in place!"
"Number 4 is in place!"
"Number 5 is ready!"
A series of loud cheers were heard, and the colonel breathed a sigh of relief again.