Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Rich

"Young master, do you want me to ......" Wade could see that Gary was a little entangled.

"Wait!" Gary waved his hand to stop Wade's next move.

Although Morey has already led the fleet to great victories with successive victories over two notorious pirates, it can be said that he has fully met or even exceeded Gary's expectations of him.

In the current situation, Morey can make a little counterattack, and even almost succeed, which is beyond his imagination.

But Gary didn't know how, and always felt that this peer from the Far East would surprise him even more.

"Give me a little more accuracy!" Calvin couldn't wait to go into battle himself, he hurriedly fired a few shots without hitting the Exocet, he didn't know how much patience the adult on the other side still had, he urgently needed to inflict substantial damage on the Exocet now.

"Better kill that little bastard with one shot!" Calvin thought so.

"Just one more round of debugging, captain, you can rest assured!" Elon consciously became the overseer, and he wanted to rehash his impression on Calvin.

He was even standing in front of a well-tuned cannon, which he was going to fight himself to wash away his humiliation.

Just as Elon was about to light the fuse with his torch, a mist suddenly enveloped the sea. The fog was so great that even Elon, who was on the side of the ship, couldn't see Calvin's face standing in the middle of the deck, and if he were to shell the Exocet in such weather, the odds would only be known to God.

But what's even worse is that the water element contained in the mist directly turns the dry lead into dampness, and Elon can even squeeze out the water when he pinched it.

The fog came so quickly and so widely, it was obviously man-made.

"That's a lot of tricks! But it's just delaying your own death, so why bother? ”

The Demon Bottle was taken out by Thornton again.

"Go, dispel the fog!" Pointing to the fog ahead, Thornton said to his servant.

"Yes, master!"

The Wind Djinn soon flew into the air, and the wind elemental condensed sharply near him, and soon formed a huge whirlwind.

The Wind Djinn threw the invisible cyclone forward like a ball, and the fog swept away wherever the cyclone passed, but before they could be happy, the rest of the fog around them filled the void again.

"Master, there are fluctuations of necromancy in this mist, and my wind element alone cannot blow them away." The Wind Djinn landed on the deck, and on one knee he told Thornton everything as it was.

"I probably know what's going on, but I didn't expect this Morey to even ...... the ship of the dead Well, just a little interest I give to the High Priest! ”

Thornton may not have been a member of the Wauching Church, but he had as many relics to ward off the undead as he had gold.

A [Sacred Protective Barrier] Divine Scroll formed a golden shield barrier after use, dispelling all the fog on the Golden Grail.

Then the 5 [Holy Spear Technique] Divine Scrolls were directly torn apart by Thornton, and the five Holy Spears as thick as bed crossbows condensed with sacred elements roared towards the mist in front of them.

Wherever the Holy Spear passed, the mist melted as quickly as ice and snow, and when the five Holy Spears finally exploded into a brilliant ball of divine light, the fog was completely dispelled.

The old blind eyelid jumped on the side, and he was not surprised by Thornton's quick response, but at Thornton's luxury.

[Holy Spear Technique] Level 7 Divine Scrolls, each no less than 5,000 gold coins, and because of the characteristics of doubling the damage of the undead, it has always been priceless, and there is no way to buy it at all.

[Sacred Protective Enchantment] is a little cheaper, but it also costs thousands of gold coins for one piece.

As soon as this Thornton was scattered, it would have cost nearly 30,000 gold coins, if it weren't for the old blind eye knowing that there was a big man behind him, he would have wanted to knock this big young master with a dull stick.

Too rich, too hateful!

This is also the old blind and unfamiliar with the Wolking Church and the clergy do not have much contact, scattering gold coins and throwing scrolls is the consistent practice of the Worquin Church clergy, whether it is Delia or Thornton, this is in line with the saying of Morey's hometown "not a family does not enter the door".

The fog gradually lifted, and a huge black ship appeared in front of everyone. Even though it was already daytime, the cold undead aura emanating from the ship's hull still made people shiver.

If it weren't for the fact that this ghostly ship full of the breath of the dead was longer, taller, and bigger than the one they had encountered before, Old York would have thought that the sunken ship of the dead was back.

And unlike the usual ghost ships that fear the sun, through the thin fog that wraps around the ship, everyone can see that the disembodied ghosts and skeletons with only bones are carrying something around a cannon, without paying any attention to the sun that has risen overhead.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Without making everyone wait long, the ghost ship's cannon blasted out two flames in succession.

Everyone's eyes widened to see what the target of the shelling was.

An undead ship suddenly appeared in the middle of the fleet, desperate to find out if the ship was friend or foe.

A solid cannonball fell far into the water, smashing two or three shark-men in two.

Another cannonball pierced the sail of Calvin's ship and shot straight at the "Black Crown" that was flying at a low altitude, and the shell grazed the "Black Crown's" wings and fell far into the sea, startling Snake and quickly raising the flight altitude.

This ship is friend and foe!

The undead artillery was attacking the enemy target with two shots in succession, and it was very clear that it had its attitude.

I don't know why this ghost ship would help them, but now is the time when they need help, so they don't care so much.

While most people believe that the ghost ship has no ill will towards their side, Calvin knows that the seemingly unintentional sail piercing of the undead cannon is a silent warning to him, and that the ghost ship has absolutely nothing to do with Morey.

What he had just seen was very clear, the griffon had suddenly descended in a straight line, but it was not a gentle glide, and it was impossible to predict at all! That being the case, then the real target of the shelling just now is yourself!

"How could he have a ghost ship!" Calvin suddenly regretted that he knew that Morey was so strong that he shouldn't have clashed with him.

But soon this regret turned into resentment, in his opinion, Morey obviously has the strength to completely crush himself, but he has been hiding and refusing to take it all out, but constantly ** himself, which is obviously the usual trick of those sons who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.

"Damn!"

If Morey could hear Calvin's words of resentment, he would have said that he was innocent. He didn't mean to save the Black Pearl for the last slap in the face, but it just happened to run into each other.