Seeing Aven, who was clearly in a stunned state and wearing the uniform of a naval officer, the wizard Gagon quietly put a bony blow arrow to his mouth.

"Whoosh!"

"Bell ——!"

Tempered combat instincts led Evan to swing his sword at the last moment of blowing, slashing the poisoned arrows away like lightning.

Even though he was unharmed, when he turned around and saw the strangely dressed indigenous old man, Ai Wen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Although he was a little worried about Uncle Gell facing this weird and disgusting "monster" alone, Evan felt that it would be better to deal with this old guy with his head and tail first.

"Quack, stupid navy, Gagon has seen your omen!"

What Evan didn't expect was that this strange old man not only did not flee after the failed attack, but climbed out of the cabin, talking to himself while constantly attacking himself with blow arrows.

Whoosh –

Whoosh –

The dark brown skin is supposed to be the natives of the Southern or New World, and the body is covered with bone ornaments and tattoos that cover more than 80 percent, a bit like the image of the indigenous witch doctor in the adventure stories I heard when I was a child.

Evan quietly raised twelve points of caution.

Because in the legend, this kind of weird guy that is very rare in the civilized world may not have the ability to fight head-on, but he has all kinds of weird and terrifying witchcraft, which makes people unguardable.

Even if Evan was conceited and possessed the strength of the peak of mortals, he would not dare to take this kind of guy lightly.

"Sword Style, Floating Boat!"

The body is extremely agile, and it easily dodges all the blow-gun shots.

Really.

Seeing that the blow arrows he shot one after another could not hurt Evan at all, the old witch doctor Quack smiled and took out a dark green "round ball" from the python skin pocket he carried and threw it at Evan violently.

"Suffer death, and here is your omen!"

Aven's keen vision instantly captured what it was. The pupils shrank suddenly, and this turned out to be a person who had shrunk his head by some unknown means, and his eyebrows and eyes were clearly distinguishable, but they were reduced several times.

Bang –

A thick, sticky, green mist like atomized grease emerged from the human head and spread rapidly across the deck.

Ai Wen didn't dare to try this strange thing with his body, so he flew up the mast and stood on the "boom" of the mainsail to avoid the poisonous fog that was obviously heavier than the air.

"Ahh

"Ho... Ho.... I can't breathe..."

Evan was able to dodge, but that didn't mean everyone on deck could dodge, and many pirates and sailors who fought against them were swept in, and after letting out a terrible howl, there was no more sound.

"You're damned!"

Evan was furious.

Although he realized that it was a witchcraft effect, Aven could not turn a blind eye to this act of turning his own kind into spellcasting materials, let alone sit idly by and watch his comrades being slaughtered mercilessly.

Whew-

The sea breeze quickly blew away the poisonous mist, and the pirates and sailors who escaped were so frightened that they hid in the corner and never dared to come out.

The old witch doctor was still hiding behind a few wooden barrels, sneaking into the movement of the ship, and muttered: "My divination should not be wrong, death, strong and young body, crow, don't these symbols say that I will harvest the corpse of a young and strong man, and then practice a strong living corpse?"

Evan, who had already whispered above him through the sail cable, only felt a burst of absurdity, was this guy dreaming? An obvious non-combat legal class ran out to fight against one of his own warriors, just because he saw his own failure in divination?

If wizards are such inexplicable madmen, then it's no wonder that all major churches have issued witch hunts.

He thought that the "witch hunt" was the same as in his previous life, a means for the ruling class to persecute civilians and fight opponents, but now Evan felt that it was necessary to reconsider.

"At least a guy like this old witch doctor who treats human life like a mustard really shouldn't exist!"

The electric turn of his mind did not hinder Ai Wen's sharp movements in the slightest.

Holding the sword upside down, like a predatory golden eagle, it swooped down directly from the mast, and with the force of its fall, the sword slashed through a beautiful arc and swept through the witch doctor's neck.

Knock –

The shriveled head fell to the ground, and there was still disbelief on his face, but there was no more sparkle in his eyes.

The man was on tiptoe on the deck, and continued to roll forward, hurtling away from where the witch doctor was. I'm afraid that this witch doctor will also learn from the blood anchor Zack, and he will hang up and want to drag others on the road together.

Fortunately, I don't know if it's because this witch doctor can't get home, or what's the situation, what Evan was worried about didn't happen. The half-hung witch doctor was ridden in the face by the warrior Wyvern, and fell cleanly.

Don't dare to touch anything on this kind of guy, if you don't know anything about witchcraft, let alone find a useful trophy, you will be happy and sad if you accidentally put yourself in it.

Evan found the remaining fire oil on the pirate ship, and directly set the old witch doctor's body and things on fire to burn it clean.

While the fire was still burning, Evan simply cooperated with the sailors who had already boarded the pirate ship to clean up the last pirates on the ship, and this time he never encountered a more difficult enemy.

The pirate's oil was of good quality, and by the time it was all over, the Witch Doctor's body was almost burned to ashes.

The deck, which was well fireproof, was also scorched, but fortunately when Evan lit the fire, all the flammable materials in the vicinity were removed, otherwise the pirate ship would inevitably follow in the footsteps of the Warrior.

Still, there are things that haven't been burned.

"What is this?"

Among the ashes left from the burning, a black stone sculpture that looked like a shipwreck lay quietly, and there was not even a trace of burning on the smooth and clean surface.

Trample.. Trample.. Trample..

Evan stepped forward and looked at the strange thing. The demon miraculously placed his hand on it, the tentacles were cold, and the flames seemed like an illusion to it.

"Poof!"

But in the next moment, as if he had stepped into the air and fell into the salty water, Evan felt that he was sinking rapidly, and it was only a matter of moments that he had already fallen to the bottom of the deep sea.

Boundless darkness enveloped him.

The mud on the bottom of the sea wriggled and covered him, suffocating, cold, and foul-smelling, and the countless negative sensations from his senses directly drowned Aven.

The speed of time suddenly accelerated, and countless barnacles, tube worms, bryozoans, mussels, seaweeds and other parasites grew wildly on him, and when he raised his hands, one had turned into crab claws covering the carapace, and the other had broken down into countless black seaweeds of unknown species.

The terrifying horror made him sober for a moment, and suddenly he saw a huge red exclamation mark in his field of vision, and the rapid sound of the prompt echoed in his ears.

"Mental state shift, alarm! alarm!"

Instantly realizing that he had fallen into an inexplicable illusion, Ai Wen mustered all his strength and struggled.

"Boom ——!"