"Call, call a P, don't you see only one"?

The bald pirate, who was startled, calmed down and looked out of the broken window of the ship, where a blood crow stood alone at the pole of the ship, furious.

A slap stunned the frightened subordinate.

Then, after cautiously poking the probe and looking around, the whole person quickly drilled out.

In the cabin, many pirates who were about to fall into a panic were stunned after hearing the angry roar of the bald pirate, and finally relieved themselves.

By the window, several pirates who exuded a fierce aura did not hesitate to follow the bald pirates out.

......

"Ou mute, Ou mute", accompanied by an extremely sharp seagull chirping, echoed in the sky above the ship.

High in the sky, a flock of white seagulls that had been slowly flapping their wings and passing over the ship let out a terrible cry as if they had been frightened, and flew away in terror into the distance.

Looking at this scene, Al unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Damn, what the hell is this".

On the deck, a pirate with a rag and a bucket of water was desperately washing the deck, looking at the blood-colored stains that could not be washed away alive and dead, and the hull was firmly imprinted, and he couldn't help but complain.

Al frowned, didn't speak, but tried to avoid the blood-colored stains scattered on the hull and made his way to the bow of the ship.

On the blue sea, as far as the eye can see, the sea breeze is blowing, and the scene of the sea and sky is wide.

And the many pirates who had just been nesting in the cabin, frightened and hiding from the blood crows, were now fully active.

Singing rough pirate songs, the bald head and Scar's leadership led him to repair the ship in full swing.

"Hurry, Jack, hang me the spare sails," echoed in his ears with the gruff cry of the bald head.

Al stood at the bow of the ship, silent.

In his perception, the ordinary sailing ship that was originally just a slight smell of salty sea water had begun to fill the air with a disgusting smell of blood.

Silently feeling the bloody breath, the madness, chaos and killing contained in it, and the message behind it, Al's heart couldn't help but sink.

"Damn, at least a gold-level spellcaster, not good, but also a bloodline warlock."

Al couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Bloodline Warlock.

Unlike mages, half-bloodline mages like Al need to start from scratch and cultivate step by step to improve their spiritual power.

It also takes a lot of effort and time to understand the structure of spells and study the mysteries of spells.

can barely master spells and become a high-ranking spellcaster.

From the very beginning, a qualified bloodline warlock does not need to learn and does not need to improve his mental power.

All he needs to do is find a safe place to eat, drink, sleep, and play.

Yes, you read that right.

Compared with a mage of the same level, the spiritual power is extremely strong,

The weird, secretive, and powerful bloodline spells that ordinary mages envy have long been buried deep in the bloodline.

It is only necessary that, when you reach a certain age, it will naturally appear in the mind of the warlock.

It's like eating and drinking, and it's easy to show.

Therefore, judging the strength of a warlock, in addition to the natural bloodline, the most important thing is his age.

Comparatively speaking, the older the warlock, the stronger he is.

However, there is a limit to the bloodline after all, even if it is a high god, the offspring born can at most allow the first generation of descendants to reach the height of demigods.

In the next generation, it will quickly fall to the gold level.

Even the gold level is not guaranteed.

That's the line of blood. It is also the shackles that warlocks are born with.

In ancient times, in the golden age of mankind, there was a demigod mage who used to be boring to count.

In the bronze to gold stage of spellcasters, bloodline warlocks actually occupy a terrifying proportion of nearly one-tenth.

You must know that the number of bloodline warlocks is completely insignificant compared to the entire human race.

But once it reaches above gold, at this stage of legends, the proportion of warlocks quickly falls to one percent.

The meaning it represents is enough to make every bloodline warlock frightened.

And in order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, ensure the strength of the next generation. Or maybe it's to continue research and dig out their own bloodline.

Behind every bloodline warlock, most of them will have a family.

It may be because of the sequelae caused by the marriage of close relatives.

Or maybe there are only evil gods in the bottomless abyss, and some weird, unspeakable existences, who like to spread and give birth to blood.

Most of the bloodline warlocks, because of the influence of the bloodline, are mostly crazy and extreme, which makes the bloodline warlock synonymous with madness in the eyes of people.

Thousands of years ago, a legendary-level bloodline warlock successfully consolidated this achievement.

This legendary bloodline warlock, in order to break the shackles of the bloodline on himself.

For some unknown reason, a cathedral of the Church of Light was openly washed in blood, and a holy artifact of the Church of Light was taken away.

As a direct result, the Church of Light, together with other allies and churches, carried out a great purge of all bloodline warlocks in the name of heresy.

Although it was quickly overthrown, the impact and aftermath have not completely calmed down.

The direct consequence is that every bloodline warlock is vigilant by other professions!

Even among the mages who are mainly in search of truth, there is a view:

Bloodline Warlocks are madmen, and madmen can't be reasoned and communicated!

He sighed again, feeling that the bloody aura had begun to completely spread from the hull of the ship, and faintly echoed with the blood crows in the distance.

El inexplicably had an enlightenment.

I'm afraid the ship won't be able to stay any longer.