"Retreat!"

Prince Hans's expression was cloudy, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Return to Dragon Bone Island first!" The current situation is not in our favor, and we will deal with them when we find out the situation of the enemy! ”

Damn the fog.

The strange fog completely wiped them out, and they couldn't find any trace of the enemy, and they couldn't command the battle, and everyone scurried around in the fog like headless flies. This is simply a stuffy head, and if the enemy is really a ghost ship, their losses will only be greater if they stay here. The undead are ignorant of the fog, they observe the world according to the color of the soul, and the vision of the undead is more like the vision of the spirit world, a gray hue, and they can see the light of the soul.

In this case, the enemy can spot them, but they can't spot the enemy.

Woooooo

A desolate horn sounded, and as the retreating horn sounded, the warships around couldn't help but stop.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you retreat all of a sudden?"

"What about people?"

"Why is old Deco's ship missing? Wasn't it still around just now? ”

Bursts of voices came back.

Those targets targeted by the Dead Whisperer are naturally all doomed, but those warships that have not been targeted by the Dead Whisperer have been running around until now, and they have not encountered any enemies at all. It was only when the others heard the sound of the horn of retreat and gradually regrouped near Prince Hans's warship that they realized that there seemed to be a lot of better people around them, and that one of the fleets that had set off with them had even disappeared completely.

"What's going on?"

"What about Kenna? Why did it come back? ”

Some of the admirals of the southern island nation looked around in disbelief, and after blowing the horn of retreat, Prince Hans's warships began to retreat, and the other warships naturally followed. As he gradually left the area shrouded in mist, the nearby Qiē gradually became clearer, but by the time Prince Hans counted the warships under his command, his face became quite stiff.

Sixteen battleships were gone.

Five of them were ships of the Viku pirates. All the others were his men.

The fog ahead was still thick, and it had become quiet inside, without the sound of artillery fire, and they faintly heard a chilling wailing cry from the fog. It's not a man's wail, it's more like a rather sharp half-male and half-female voice, like the background music in a ghost story, and it's quite infiltrating when you listen to it.

The sound of the artillery fire at first was so deafening that now that it was quiet, everyone who heard it felt hairy in their hearts.

"It's a wraith! ……”

The high-ranking warlock standing behind Prince Hans had a solemn expression and muttered, "And it's quite a lot of resentful spirits! ……”

Wraiths are a special kind of undead life.

Their wails can directly cause an effect similar to that of 'intimidation', and ordinary people with too low will may be directly frightened and fainted.

"Retreat!"

Prince Hans waited for a moment when the fleet remained outside the fog. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back first." ”

It looks like the battleship that didn't keep up with it won't come back.

The ghost ship did not leave the range of the fog, which frustrated his desire to hit the target with firepower. Until now, he wasn't sure if the ghost ship had appeared here by accident or if Arendelle had brought in reinforcements, because it was too much of a coincidence. No sooner had they arrived at the flare than they encountered Arendelle's navy, and then they encountered this strange ghost ship. If this is really Arendelle's reinforcements, then the situation is a little bad, and the thought of this Prince Hans can't help but cast a shadow on his heart.

With the departure of the fleet of the southern island nation.

A few flying pale phantoms loomed in the mist, followed by a dark ghost ship.

"Come back."

As Sauron's words fell. The wraiths of the sea flying around the ghost ship all floated down honestly, and then merged into the ghost sails one by one.

He didn't chase after him to destroy the enemy, because no matter how strong Sauron was, he was still just a man and a ship.

Legendary pros can be powerful. But the people who were besieged by the enemy were not one or two, even the saints incarnated by the gods could be surrounded by the sea of people, and a quasi-legend like him naturally did not dare to take risks lightly. In fact, his purpose has been achieved. The navy of the southern island nation has been so badly damaged that morale will certainly become much lower, and at most the news of the southern being ransacked by pirates will come in a few days. At that time, the sailors of the Navy must have returned to their hearts like arrows. Prince Hans would stay here and fight Arendelle unless he was insane, and he would not care about the pirate armies that were wreaking havoc in the waters of the southern island nation.

Once his navy retreats, it has never been easy to make a comeback.

Sauron had a great meal for him on the West Coast!

He mobilized a large army of pirates to control the west coast, backed by the Northland Witch Council, and as long as he finished his business, he could teach Prince Hans a harsh lesson at any time.

Night falls.

Sauron stood on the deck and stared at the sky, the stars were a little dim tonight, many of the once bright stars were now gray.

The light became fainter and fainter.

It seems that it will not be long before it will be extinguished, and even the bright moon under the night sky seems to have an extra layer of gray veil.

Little by little, time passes.

Sauron waited quietly for midnight to come, dealing with Prince Hans would certainly be more than just crushing him on the sea, Sauron was a quasi-legendary-level wanderer, and if a professional like him did not do anything to deal with a person, then the results would definitely be quite terrible. If it weren't for his certainty that Prince Hans, as the prince of a country, would definitely be guarded by high-level professionals, I'm afraid he would be more inclined to behead the target directly. But it was too risky, and he wasn't sure how many legendary items Prince Hans had on him, and how strong the people responsible for protecting him were.

Sauron had always been cautious, and he wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure about.

"Deep Sea Diving!"

With Sauron's order, the ghost ship Dead Whisperer re-dived to the bottom of the ocean, and then gradually approached the location of Dragonbone Island.

A large black shadow in the sea also moved, and finally stopped at a distance of about three kilometers from Dragonbone Island.

"Be ready for battle."

Sauron changed into a power suit, and with a cold light, he pulled out his scimitar and died. The ghost ship was silent, and he looked at the undrowned undead who were ready to standby, and said in a deep voice, "Be ready to answer me at any time." If you see the fire, you shell the enemy's docks from the south. ”

The undead Naga Banshee nodded and spoke, "Yes." Master! ”

- "Shadow hiding! ”

Sauron's figure disappeared into the night, and with a spell of aura, he floated from the ghost ship and landed lightly on the sea.

- "Acceleration Technique!" ”

Sauron touched his toes on the surface of the sea, and then the whole person flew out.

He walked at high speed at sea level, and his whole body approached the location of Dragon Bone Island like a sharp arrow. He had served as an assassin in the Dark Regions back then, and if it weren't for the Drow Elf Mastermother who had wooed him and wanted to squeeze him dry, I am afraid that Sauron would have become a Night Walker in the Dark Regions in the end. At the beginning, he had been operating in the dark regions all year round, and Sauron had long been aware of the means of assassination and fighting, and today's dealing with the navies of these southern island countries was just a small test.

Smack.

Sauron's figure landed lightly on the planks on the side of the harbor, where warships were docked, as well as a number of guards in charge of training.

He did not rush to attack, but waited patiently.

"Found it!"

A cold light appeared in Sauron's eyes, and then he quietly touched into a dark corner, he quietly approached, and then slashed in an instant!

Flutter.

A stream of blood splattered out, and Sauron slowly lowered the corpse in his hand.

A dark whistle!

His long experience had taught him that this kind of action had to be done by pulling out the opponent's outposts, and it was impossible for Prince Hans to lead his army to attack Arendelle this time without even one or two high-ranking wanderers around him.

"Next."

Sauron's figure disappeared into the night again, and only after these dark sentinels were solved could tonight be the feast of his wanton hunt.

It seemed like he'd been fighting like this for a long time since he left the Dark Realm.

Fortunately, the craftsmanship is not yet rusty!

……………… (To be continued......)