After a sudden rainstorm on the sea.

In an instant, the sky was clear again, and the weather in this sea area was so unpredictable.

A three-masted galleon with pointed horns sails alone on the calm sea. On the black mainsail, a silver eagle spreads its wings, and the simple but expressive lines outline an indescribable handsomeness and majesty, and even a few proud eagle cries can be heard in the ears from time to time.

Like most regular pirates, this is a converted pirate ship from a merchant ship, but unlike other common pirate ships, it has too many things added to it that have the original style of the new Big 6.

Totemic horns, brightly colored curtains, uniquely painted colors, and the skulls of the beasts with their straps – well, maybe more than just the beasts...

This unique-looking pirate ship is the Eagle Spirit, which has just returned from participating in the "Moby Dick Harbor Massacre".

It's just that unlike the crew members who have obtained a large amount of treasure and are happily preparing to go to the major gold caves to squander, at this time, in the captain's room, the two highest-ranking people on this ship are having a fierce dispute.

"Wizard, are we really not going to send back the treasure we have gotten back to the tribe?!" asked his captain with a pair of eagle tattoos on his dark brown upper body, waving his arms and feeling a little excited.

Whether it was according to the rules of the sea or the rules of the clan, the captain-wizard status of the captain and wizard forced the young man to show the utmost respect to the man sitting behind the table, and his current behavior was the ultimate expression of his dissatisfaction.

"Tribes? Where do we still have tribes?

Karausu, your wife and children have died under the muskets of the golden demons who call themselves 'civilized people'!"

Captain Aklava used a quill pen to write something on parchment, looked up at his fellow mate and first mate casually, and continued to write.

"However, there are still many survivors in the tribe, and they are still the people of the 'Eagle Spirit'! they are struggling to survive under the oppression of the 'Golden Devil', didn't we all do this before after we obtained the treasure?"

Indigenous youth stepped forward and continued to fight in their own way. As a valiant "Eagle Warrior", he does not allow himself to turn his back on his fellow tribesmen, not even the sorcerers of his clan!

"Hehe! The people of the Eagle Spirit?

The last time we went back, they had already been domesticated by the 'Golden Devils', completely forgetting their faith and becoming slaves of others!

We are the descendants of the Condor! Not even old age nor death can bring us to our knees, let alone a mere alien race, from the moment they choose to obey, the 'people' are already dead!!

The sorcerer's merciless words hit the young samurai hard, and the conflict of feelings and beliefs left him at a loss. On the one hand, those who turn their backs on the faith do not deserve sympathy, but on the other hand, they are the tribes that raised themselves from orphans!

"Remember, Karausu, as long as we live, the tribe continues!

As long as we continue to plunder, collect wealth, and absorb the knowledge and technology of the 'Golden Devil', sooner or later, we will be able to retake our homeland and drive out all those evil invaders!"

This time, the wizard finally put down the pen and paper in his hand, looked into the eyes of the young first mate, and said reverently but firmly.

"Yes, wizard! The Spirit of the Eagle is always there for us!"

In this seemingly firm response, Karausu turned his gaze to the wizard's buffalo leather boots, to the gold ring encrusted with topazes, to the handy writing instrument in his hand, to the fluffy white shirt... And outside the porthole, there happened to be sailors passing by, among them both natives and so-called "golden devils"!

Although this situation is somewhat unbelievable to the indigenous pirates who are supposed to hate the "Golden Devils" so much.

But the reason why the crew can't remain pure, in addition to the fact that on the sea, pure indigenous pirates are easy to be boycotted by other peers, the most important thing is that all the technical jobs on the ship are inseparable from these "golden devils"!

Without them, not to mention the complicated operation of the sail cable, even the relatively simple use of artillery is difficult for pure natives...

Despite his youth, Karausu often thinks for himself about the future of his tribe, and the wizard has a very good idea, and he agrees that perhaps one day in the future good things can really be achieved.

But.

If we continue like this, even if we win in the end, will we absorb the "Golden Devil" technology, or will we be absorbed and assimilated by the "Golden Devil"? Ten or twenty years later, will we really still be the people of the "Eagle Spirit"?!

Even the great "Eagle Spirit" could not give him an answer to this question.

The atmosphere in the captain's cabin fell silent.

"Sail down!"

Suddenly, a shout from the deck broke the strange atmosphere.

It was the voice of the sail chief on the ship.

And only in an emergency, the sail cable captain will bypass the first mate and the captain to give orders directly, and the two of them are shocked when they hear the movement.

No longer bothering about the future, the two rushed out of the captain's room.

Whew-

The white mist, a large thick white mist that could not be reached out of sight, like a snow-white wall that stretched beyond the horizon, rolled from the sea directly in front of it.

Before the two of them could give a new order, they were like waves that instantly submerged the "Eagle Spirit" where they were.

"How can there be such a big sea fog? Didn't it just rain heavily?"

The pirates on board were talking, some thought the fog was strange, others swore that it was just an ordinary natural phenomenon in their long sailing career, and they had encountered it countless times.

Listening to the crew's chatter, Aklava, the captain and wizard, was expressionless, and as a native-born wizard with a keen spirit, he didn't think the fog could be a simple coincidence.

"Shut up, bring a sheep up!"

There was a moment of silence on the deck, and it was clear that the native captain had built up a lot of power on this pirate ship.

However, it is impossible to tell whether the sailors were because of the majesty of his captain or the weirdness of the wizards...

"Baa

Soon a sailor dragged a live sheep from the cabin to the deck, as he had commanded, and respectfully delivered it to Akrava's hand.

With only one left hand, the wizard easily pressed the very strong white ram to the deck, and the words in his mouth sounded like strange words that seemed to others to be very chaotic, but it seemed that he had suddenly communicated with some great existence in the underworld, and attracted his attention.

At the same time, Akrava held a delicate silver dagger in his right hand and skillfully sliced open the ram's belly, and the bloody and colorful internal organs with fascia flowed out instantly.

Whoop -

Mie!!

Strangely, the pain was extreme, but the ram didn't move at all after Akrava let go of his hand, but just stretched his neck hard, and his originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, leading to a gray dream-like world.

The wizard didn't bother with the ram's reaction, just stared intently at its flowing entrails, and even reached out to pick up a part, and kept incantating in his mouth.

Through these internal organs, he slowly connects his spirituality to his soul that is between life and death, and thus explores the secrets of the underworld...

At the same time, in the depths of the fog, a warship sprang into action as if it had detected its prey in a net.

The vast fog could not create the slightest obstacle for the "Conch", and with the assistance of the "Ship Statue Monsoon Goddess", it approached the black sail pirate ship that had lowered its sails due to the fog and did not dare to move again.

In addition to the wielder, the effect of [Ocean Treasure: Mist Silver Lantern] can also specify that the vision of only three companions is not affected by the fog.

And by Milan, the official wizard, using this sea treasure, the scope and concentration of the fog are ten times stronger than that of Tru, who originally belonged to the "shark-toothed pirates"?!

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