"Welcome to the Savage Prairie Growler. The captain of the magic ship greeted the arrival of the Psychic Warlock and the Mage in an exaggerated tone. "The presence of the two adults has undoubtedly made my ship shine!"

"You can't imagine how close to the truth you say. The Psychic Sorcerer said as he walked down the stairs of the ship's side, glancing at the Sun Mage who was walking half a step in front of him, and then turned to the captain named Simon. "And I know you're a very imaginative man, Captain...... Now, give this lady a nice cabin. Then prepare one for me too. ”

"Thank you, Hassan. "Hassan is a pseudonym given to Muhati by Sadiri. "But I can speak for myself, just give me a normal cabin. But preferably with a lot of space, I have some luggage to put in. ”

"What kind of luggage would that be? The captain rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously, as if worried about what the luggage in her mouth was. Of course, if you don't feel convenient, you don't have to answer. ”

"Some...... Pottery. Sadiri replied. "When are we leaving?"

Simon glanced at Muhati and then at the Coral Witch, as if to determine which of the two was in charge. Finally, he said to the female mage, "Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to delay our trip a little bit...... Don't worry, it's just a little bit!"

"I thought you had already negotiated with my agent, and we left as soon as possible. Sadiri asked, her tone appearing just right, noble and elegant without being aggressive. "Why is there a delay?"

"That's it. I'm afraid that Lord Pasha has revoked my permission to leave the port, you see. It was all a misunderstanding, some transcription error on the ledger. Omission of several copper plates...... Well, if we take off directly, I'm afraid the Pasha's guards will knock us down. Captain Simon said in a tone of annoyance, and if it weren't for the fact that his heartbeat hadn't changed at all, and the rate of his breathing hadn't changed, it would have sounded quite sincere.

The Psychic Warlock could see at a glance that the captain was hiding something, and Nusratpasha had promised him that he would assist them in any way possible to leave the Namibian world, so how could he deliberately obstruct the departure of the magic ship at this time. I think this treacherous-looking captain was forbidden to leave the port in the first place. Trapped here, he deliberately didn't mention this before, I'm afraid he wanted to help him.

Sure enough, the captain continued. "But it's a small problem that we can easily solve. You see, there aren't many soldiers guarding this port, and they don't always have court mages. If we were quick, we would have had time to make it out of the harbor before the Pasha's men could react. ”

"Or we can ask the Pasha directly for permission to sail. The psychic mancer pressed the thought he wanted to attack. Said in a barely suppressed tone. "Then I'll deal with your deception. ”

"Then you don't have a chance to punish me for this," said the captain helplessly, with a spread of his hands. "You see, you do seem to be capable adventurers—whatever you call yourself. You are indeed adventurers. Right?"

"I neither admit nor deny the possibility. The Psychic Warlock tilted his head and said.

"Whatever you ......want," Simon gestured indifferently. "But I know the character of the Pasha too well. What he decided would not be able to pull back even ten Megilot lizards. If I could succeed just by moving my mouth, I would have succeeded more than ten times!"

"I don't think the Pasha would be willing to see you more than a dozen times. Satili said to the captain of the magic ship. "But I believe my companion is more convincing than you. The Pasha would listen to him. ”

"The Grey Scaly Bird from my ass is more likely than Nusratpasha allowing us to set sail, and I advise you not to be delusional. Let's deal with the guards here. The longer the delay, the later we will be back in Atas. ”

"Just wait and see. The Psychic Warlock shrugged and said to the captain of the magic ship, interrupting the conversation without question.

Half an hourglass later, Muhadi teleported directly from Pasha's palace to the captain's chamber on the magic ship with his psychic ability. When he came out of the captain's quarters, he ordered the crew to set sail at once, heading for Atas.

"What about the captain, why can't he come out of his cabin?" said several sailors.

"He's not feeling well. The Psychic Warlock explained. "I guess there's a gray-scaled bird flying out of his ass. ”――

Sailing in the astral plane, people's perception of the passage of time is greatly disturbed. Scholars have been inconclusive as to whether time in the astral plane is truly completely still, or whether different airspaces have different velocities, and Muhadi has no intention of delving into them at this time. He was now only concerned with Attas, and how much time it would take to take the main material plane.

According to Captain Simon Havarian, according to the route they are now taking, it will take a maximum of thirty standard days to reach Attas. After what happened before, the smuggling captain seemed to have restrained a lot, at least he didn't dare to hide anything. Muhathir felt that whatever the man had intended to do, he had now changed his mind. The psychic warlock even went out of his way to search the man's brain with psionic energy and found that this was indeed the case.

Muhadi was pleased that he seemed to have improved in his use of psionic powers. This time the memories in the brains of others were so ingenious that the smuggler captain didn't even know that his brain had just been turned over. The Psychic Warlock couldn't help but remember that when he first faced Master Lyra a long time ago, the other party used to be so unfathomable, and now he has this ability in his own hands.

Another idea is that if you don't have to, you won't get into someone else's mind next time. In the depths of a person's mind, there are too many unspeakable filths and filth. Going into someone else's head and looking it up is the same as a psychic sorcerer going through it himself. Muhati was disgusted at the thought of the smuggler's captain touching himself for the first time in his memory, and the scene of him molesting himself with two other men and two women.

"Will you still be able to meet the Giss Yankees in the astral plane?"

"This ......" suddenly heard the psychic warlock ask. The captain looked a little overwhelmed, and he shook his head. The captain's hat on his head and the feathers on his hat swayed. The two of them were standing on the aft deck of the ship, observing the bizarre scenery of the astral plane. Flying stars and shattered asteroid belts were everywhere, and unknown light sources emitted a cold glow. "Yes, there are, but it's rare, especially in this area...... Most of them are now engaged in piracy, small and small shares, and they do not belong to each other. There are also those who do business, or work as mercenaries, believe it or not. There were even some Giss Yankees who converted to First Cause. I heard that there was a group of Ghiss Yankee missionaries who went to a distant world that no one knew about. ”

"Like this Gisyankee sailor on your ship, he's a mercenary? can you trust him?" asked Muhati casually.

"I can't trust anyone but myself, let alone this group of scumbags. Captain Simon smiled wickedly, as if he were telling some joke. "Hey, let me tell you, manage this group of sailors who have a criminal record. You've got to be like growing mushrooms. Feed them ****, and then don't let them see the light. ”

"It sounds like you have your own philosophy of dealing with people. For your own good, hope it works. ”

"Hey, it works. The captain said triumphantly. "But it's not as effective as yours. ”

The Psychic Warlock raised an eyebrow. "What are you hinting at?"

"The one who walked with you. You are not her deacon. I could see it at a glance. In addition, I can see through the veil that she is a real beauty. It's amazing that you were able to find such a beautiful companion!"

"My walk with her has nothing to do with how she looks. I sincerely advise you not to think nonsense. ”

Simon shrugged again. A look you know. "Whatever you say, it's whatever! Looks don't matter, can you be tough on your character?"

Muhati slowly turned his head. Looked at the smuggler captain. "You're constantly refreshing my understanding of you, aren't you?" You'll see that I'm not always angry. ”

"Say whatever I want. And I don't take any threats, and I can't speak as I want while I'm alive, which is much more terrible to me than to die. Other than that...... You look like the kind of person who has a crush on someone but doesn't dare to take the initiative, the kind of person who lacks violent tendencies and often doesn't make good on threats. ”

The Psychic Warlock frowned, "It's really a miracle that you've survived so far." But maybe I don't need to deliver on the threat myself to contain you. Like, standing by and watching when it matters most. ”

"How?" the smuggler captain seemed to realize something, and suddenly a stirring spirit, even his tone changed.

Muhadi did not answer, and Simon looked back to see that the female mage, dressed in gray mage robes and wearing a translucent veil, had also arrived on the deck at some point. She stared at the smuggler captain with a frown, not particularly friendly in her eyes.

"This, this, this...... Did I mention to you, do I have intermittent speech dysfunction syndrome?" Simon said, flustered.

"Don't be stupid, I don't mean her. Mohathir said. "She's the least bullying person you'll ever meet, and I mean those people!" the Psychic Warlock raised his arm and pointed to the seemingly empty astral space.

Simon pulled out the single-way telescope he had with him, stretched it to its maximum size, and then widened his eyes in the direction the psychic warlock was pointing. There's a shattered asteroid field, full of worthless rubble, a dangerous area that magical ships won't approach for no reason.

"You noticed it too?" asked Satili as she approached the Psychic Warlock.

"I just noticed it. "They hid in the rubble, using the bright light of the star behind them as cover, and used anti-prophecy spells to block out magic detection, so I didn't notice until they started moving." ”

"I'm pretty much the same, but as a psychic mancer, shouldn't you be able to detect their mental fluctuations?" the female mage was a little puzzled.

"That's what I don't understand. Mohathir said. "I didn't even notice any obvious fluctuations in my thoughts from the incoming magic ship, strange ......"

Speaking of which, Captain Simon finally noticed the presence of the attacker. In his monoculars. He could clearly see that a magical ship was rapidly leaving the asteroid belt where he was hiding, speeding towards the "Savage Steppe Growler". It looks aggressive and malicious.

"Do you think it's coming at us?" the Psychic Warlock asked the female mage.

"Unlikely. Our whereabouts should not have been revealed. Sadiri shook her head.

"That's pirates. Muhathir speculated. "But strangely, our good captain just told me that pirates are a rarity in this area. ”

The smuggling captain's face turned very ugly, and the two passengers speculated that the magic ship that flew straight was a pirate ship, but he knew clearly that the ship was coming for him.

In the monoculars, the ever-growing magic ship has an extremely distinct appearance. The whole ship is made of red copper, and the surface is exposed with many thick willow nails and closed gun doors, giving people a bulky and rough feeling. It's very different from the rest of the world. It is unmistakable that it belongs.

"It's the Witch King Dragos' men!" Captain Simon shouted with a gaffe. "Prepare for the gang fight!"

Hearing the name, Muhati and Sadiri glanced at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Dragos of Mystner was a close friend of the Witch King Malik and a disciple of the primordial warlock Rajat, who was best at necromancy. During the fifteen-century battle of purification, he used the lives killed by the fighters to create a series of unwanted creatures such as god mummies, which greatly strengthened the power of the Primal Warlock camp, and finally wiped out the "god slaves" and their masters in his eyes.

At the end of the Purification War, Dragos responded to the call of Ebbupolis to rebel against the Primordial Warlock and become a Witch King. But he perennially studied the mysteries of death and disposed of the corpses of the gods. I came up with the idea of being a god and put it into practice. Feeling threatened, Polis struck down Dragos, the Giant's Ravager. His city-state was destroyed. His research results were also sealed.

But Dragos wasn't so easily obliterated, and he was resurrected in Lich form. Out of a deep hatred for Polis and his friendship with the Witch King Malik, Dragos chose to join the Rising First Cause. He has also made a lot of contributions. But now that Muhathir has been missing for more than a decade, Polis has been eliminated. It is difficult to predict the position of the Witch King Dragos.

Another problem is. Even though the Witch King Dragos is still in the First Cause faction, he is a close friend of the Witch King Malik, and Malik and the Starch Spencer faction of the Grand Druid Camilla have installed the false prophet Danjar. First, because faith is now split in two, if Dlegos supports the faction of the false prophet Danjar, Muhadi will be bad.

Just thinking about it, the attacking magic ship has been killed in front of him. I saw it crash mercilessly into the "Savage Prairie Growler", and Captain Simon couldn't avoid it even if he was full of rudders. Then, with a loud tooth-souring thud, the attacker's crow-beak-shaped bow bit down on the ship's side. The sailors swarmed up, brandishing a variety of weapons, ready to fight the attackers. As for Captain Simon himself, he bowed his body and looked to the left and right sneakily, as if he was planning to escape.

I have to say that although the smugglers are all debauched, vulgar and barbaric, their martial arts are still good. It's just a pity that their opponents are too strong, and the battle in front of them is more like a one-sided slaughter.

The Witch King Dragos' men are not alive, they are zombies. However, compared to the usual zombies that are slow to move and have limited strength, the Witch King's creations are not only infinitely powerful, but also agile and invincible. It was precisely because the attackers were all undead that the psychic warlock had not noticed the fluctuation of his mind before.

Athas's magic requires life draining to maintain, including necromancy that sustains the undead. In Attas, the undead have a finite "lifespan", and when the necromancy that sustains them is gradually exhausted, they will turn into a normal corpse. If you want to extend the "lifespan" of the undead, you either need to find a way to forcibly extract the spells that enhance the life force to maintain them, or you can reduce the usual spell loss.

The solution Dragos came up with was to use mechanical power to assist the zombies' movements, which would not only increase their strength, but also extend their lifespan. The Witch King creatively equipped his zombie soldiers with all sorts of hinges, gears, and transmission belts, and the movement creaked like a chiming bell. To power the machine, Dragos uses steam for power, so each zombie soldier wears a spiked helmet on his head, whirring white like a chimney.

These steam zombie soldiers stay motionless when they are not needed, reducing the wear and tear of machinery and steam, and will only give it their all when it comes to combat.

Muhadi hesitated, but did not choose to do so, he did not want to reveal his identity. But by his side, the Coral Witch had already rescued several smuggler sailors, but she had not launched any attacks on the attackers.

"Simon Havarian!" an angry voice rang out, and a tall vampire dressed as a desert nobleman stepped off the assault ship. "You're finished! How dare you lose His Majesty Dralegos's gold! The Witch King will punish you as a slave for eternity, as an immortal servant, forever!"

"This ......" Captain Simon had tried to escape, but now it seemed too late. He explained in a panic: "Actually, I didn't lose it, yes! I snatched it, let the Witch King Malik's people snatch it! It's none of my business!"

The vampire seemed to laugh angrily, "Didn't you lose it?!" You said the gold was stolen by the Witch King Malik's men?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it!" Simon seized on as if he had found an oasis in the desert. "Let Malik's men snatch it away! I swear in the name of the First Cause and the Prophet! You should go to them to settle accounts, I will help you!"

"Then do you dare to say that to them personally?!" shouted the vampire. Several portals lit up around him, and three men dressed as Templars stepped out of them, angrily yelling at the smuggler captain, "Simon Havarian, where did you take His Majesty Malik's money!" (To be continued.) )