The night covers the sea and the sky, and the sea is hidden in the night.

Listening to the waves crashing against the hull, Van Lunding. In the cold moonlight, Rand looked ahead in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

On this hazy night, the sky seems to merge with the sea.

"Father!" On the moonlit deck, a girl in a white dress came up behind Van Lunding and called softly.

"Oh, it's you, Vicky." Van Lunding's body tensed slightly when he heard the voice, and then he relaxed again. He turned and walked over the railing of the deck to the girl.

"I thought you were meditating in the cabin. What, can't you sleep? "Van Lunding. Rand looked at his daughter lovingly.

This girl is growing so fast, she's almost as tall as herself. If it goes on like this, it's a bit troublesome to find a son-in-law!

Looking at his daughter, who was only half a head away, Van Lunding had some happy troubles.

"I don't understand, why are you buying that card? It is of no use to us at all. Vicky asked the question that had been hidden in her mind since she got on board.

This time, my father sold half of his fleet, and all the cash from the sale was used to buy such a useless card. Far from benefiting the development of the caravan, this caused a convulsion of personnel because the fleet was sold. Everyone was worried about when they would be fired by their boss, and as far as she could see today, there were already three crew members who had wiped the deck and almost fell into the sea.

Van Lunding didn't know what a blow it would be to the fleet he had been operating for many years, and his hard work of at least ten years had come to naught, but it was a pity that he had to do this!

"Well, you'll understand later! Look, it's foggy, and when it's cool, let's go back to the cabin and rest! With the help of the fog, Van Lunding managed to push his daughter into the cabin.

Vicky lost her mother since she was a child, and the father and daughter have been dependent on each other for many years, so once Vicky nagged, Van Lunding really couldn't do anything, so he put out the torch before she could fire.

Vicky was full of questions, but she could tell that her father didn't want to talk about it right now. So I had no choice but to return to the cabin, planning to find another time to ask again.

Seeing off Vicky, Van Lentin breathed a sigh of relief. If his favorite daughter keeps asking, he may not be able to keep telling the secret.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and Van Lunding couldn't help but shudder and tighten his clothes.

"The wind on the sea is really cold!"

In the dimly lit cabin, a group of people were gathering to discuss something.

"Sure?"

"Yes, Boss. The inside information we got from the Emerald City is that this ship is right. Its sails are like dragon wings, and its body is like a dragon's belly, which is a typical image of a dragon wing archipelago sea ship. Add in the time it takes to pass through the route, and the Vientiane card must be on this ship! ”

In the large cabin command room, a chart was placed in the center, and a dagger was inserted in a dotted route.

A large, green scaly hand reached out from the darkness and slammed it on the table.

"So what are you waiting for? Kill! "In the darkness, the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal glowed under the dim oil light.

"Kill!"

"Kill!" "Kill!"

......

Originally, the shouting of killing was still in the command room, but gradually the slogan of shouting and killing came from the entire battleship. The black warship glided and dived at the same time, like a diving black whale, and soon disappeared into the sea, leaving only a long water mark to prove the existence of the ship.

"It's a lot of fog today!" Wiping the snot under his nose, Tom muttered.

The watchtower on the mast was already colder than the deck below, but it was met with the sudden sea fog. Even though I wrapped the blanket tightly, the cold wind still crept in little by little, taking away the little heat left.

The huge sails seemed to be frozen, straight like huge pieces of gray bark. Tom suspected that he could even knock out a hole with his hands.

The cold wind was like a bone appendage, and as soon as it entered his body, it grew savagely, and his limbs began to gradually become numb and stiff. Tom shuddered before he took out a silver flask from his bosom that he had been holding for a long time, bit the cork, and poured a full mouthful.

"Whew!" As soon as this extremely strong wine was in his mouth, it was like a line of fire burning from his throat to his stomach, and the cold air in his body seemed to be dispelled by this wine fire, his limbs were thawed one after another, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

"Cool!" Being ironed all over his body by this majestic heat, Tom couldn't help but cry out in comfort.

Resisting the urge to take another sip, Tom shoved the flask back into his arms. The price of this spirit, nicknamed "Dragon's Breath", is quite expensive, and the price of a pot of gold coins is not consumed by a seafarer like himself with a salary of only two gold coins a month.

Sometimes, though, such a pot of wine can keep you alive until dawn to change shifts. A gold coin for a life, Tom still calculates this account clearly.

But after I go back this time, I won't have to suffer this kind of sin. He has also accumulated a little money over the years, and he can go back to a small shop to do some small business.

My body is not as good as a year, so it's good to rest early.

Tom, who was thinking about his future career as a boss, suddenly felt a little cold on his neck, and then some hot and humid liquid splashed on his face. Tom touched it casually, and saw through the bull's-eye lantern on the mast that it was actually his own blood!

"There are enemies!" That was Tom's last thought before he fell.

The pirate hanging upside down from the lookout tower did not see Tom fall to the ground, then he climbed into the watchtower and cut off Tom's right ear with a dagger, and skillfully threw it into the black pocket around his waist. Then he didn't appreciate his results in the slightest, he grabbed the scimitar, clasped his feet together, latched on the mast, and pulled hard, and the head and foot quickly slid down the mast.

Because it is not a sea area where pirates appear, there are not many sailors on duty on deck. If it weren't for the fear of the cargo tied to the deck falling off the rope and falling into the sea, even these only sailors would not have stayed.

At this moment there was a sailor resting against the mast, and the pirate's leather trousers were made of special sea animal skins, and even though they were descending so fast, they did not heat up or make the slightest sound.

Perhaps sensing something, the sailor raised his head above the mast, and the pirate smiled cruelly, and instead of attaching his right and left feet to the mast, he kicked hard, and the speed increased again. The scimitar in his hand pierced into the sailor's mouth wide open in surprise. The blade slice open the sailor's tongue and choked his cry in his throat, and then even the low whimpering cry was swallowed down the esophagus with the blood, and was completely silent.

The pirates were a little distressed, and they might have overdone it. The scimitar was stuck in the mandible, and he couldn't pull it out for a while. And the screams and smug roars from the cabin prove the benefits of his fellow deserving of hell, who is still struggling with the jawbone of a dead man.

He picked up the crowbar that had been placed on the wooden crate and slammed it into the sailor's head, the hard crowbar showing its power in the hands of the embarrassed pirate. Half of the sailor's cheek was smashed in one fell swoop, and a few yellowed teeth splashed out in the moonlight, and the pirate's face hurt and he couldn't help but grin and show a mouthful of black rotten teeth.

Sadly, the scimitar was finally pulled out. The pirate turned to leave, but as soon as he turned his head, he stopped again. He crouched down and carefully found the sailor's right ear in a pile of rotten meat, cut it off and threw it into the black bag, and then with an unconscious cry on his lips, he went into the cabin.

Van Lundin had been aware of the intruder as early as the death of Tom, the first victim on the ship, but he was now completely intimidated by this vague figure in the shadows, and did not dare to move at all.

Just now, his first mate was thrown in like a cannonball, smashing the door of the captain's room. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have dodged in time. Otherwise, I would now be like that poor first mate, a puddle of flesh without bones.

"Give us a boat, everything on this boat is yours!" The strength of this Naga in front of him is definitely above himself, and the murderer who killed his first mate just now deliberately leaked a trace of breath, and he discovered this existence hiding in the shadows.

"Captain Van Lunding is very decisive, he deserves to be the biggest maritime merchant in the Dragon Wing Islands!" With the sound of Suoso's scales scraping the floor, a huge figure slipped out of the shadows and appeared in front of him.

It was a prime-sized Naga about 20 feet tall, with snake-like scales all over his body. And seeing his emotionless one-eye, Fan Lunding felt a chill in his heart.

Van Lundin knew that this was the Naga's innate ability to easily manipulate the emotions of creatures weaker than him.

From time to time, the heavy trident glowed blue, a vision that only weapons made of cold iron, a magical ore unique to the bottom of the sea. Despite its toughness and the benefits of an ice attack, the heavy disadvantage of this Iron weapon limits its price. Van Lunding had been selling cold iron for a while, so he knew its pros and cons well.

So he naturally understood what a powerful existence this Naga warrior who could lift a heavy trident with one hand was.

"It's a pity ......"

As soon as he heard the word "pity", Van Lunding suddenly felt bad, turned over and was about to roll into the opposite room. There's enough cargo there to stop this Naga warrior.

But as soon as he turned around, a huge force slammed him back into the captain's room.

Naga watched as his trident stabbed into Van Lundin's body, nailing him firmly to the cabin of the captain's room, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a few sharp white teeth. Van Lunding struggled to say something, but the black trident suddenly turned blue and the temperature dropped suddenly. The cold snap swept into Van Lundin's body, freezing him into a huge lump of ice.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the trident trembled slightly, and Van Lundin's body suddenly shattered to the ground, like a smashed crystal sculpture.