"Woo ......"

In the depths of the night sky, a melodious eagle's cry suddenly sounded, interrupting Aldrich's questioning of Martin Opry, and for the safety of the Penguin, Tris immediately closed his mouth, grabbed the coarse cloth cloak and covered the shiny armor on his body, so as to prevent the reflection of the stars and the moon from being noticed by the trackers.

The eagle eagle hovering in the clouds lost its target, let out a piercing cry of dissatisfaction, flapped its wings and dived towards the sea, but the fast penguin made it pounce in the air, and had no choice but to fly in a certain direction.

In a thrilling scene, when everyone knew that the pursuers were not far away, Martin Opry immediately abandoned his superfluous spirit of fraternity and made a gesture to Aldrich to ask Aldrich if he would use his ballista to fire arrows to kill the eagle.

Tris immediately shook his head, rejecting the Chief's unrealistic suggestion, if the Eagle lost its whereabouts and the Penguin's whereabouts were undoubtedly exposed, it would be better to use the cover of night to distance himself from the tracker who did not know where to hide as soon as possible.

Dark clouds swept in, the bright moonlight occasionally spilled through the cracks, the dim stars faded more and more, and the eagle, which had lost its aim, screamed, gave up its doomed and fruitless pursuit, and flew back some distance, and with the help of the light, landed on the mast of a ship.

Its close companion, a middle-aged Harold, with his trademark red hair and braided beard, saw the exhausted eagle and immediately reached out to grab a bloody whale meat from the iron bucket and gently tossed it upwards.

The strength was exhausted, and when it came to the highest point, it was just at the mouth of the eagle, and it just stretched its neck, easily grabbed the reward, and bit it with its sharp beak and teeth, and chewed the tender whale meat in a few open and closed strokes, and raised its neck to swallow it, and then let out a cheerful soft cry, and a series of eagle cries that ordinary people could not understand.

"Granal, this shit, even his mount is so stupid, he has lost his whereabouts in the blink of an eye, how can I save him?"

The loss of his target's location on a dark, moonless night enraged Storm Knight Fleet, who was in charge of tracking down the remnants of the enemy, trying to rescue the fallen Granar, and figuring out why the vital artifact of Levertin Island had disappeared for no apparent reason.

He walked back and forth on the deck, and his heavy steps reminded the nearby Harolds, the high-ranking Storm Knight, that he was in a bad mood at this time, and that it was best not to provoke him and make himself suffer.

"Ding!" Fleet slammed his fist into the iron railing, the pain in his heart made him more and more angry, and his red eyes swept from side to side, and the terrible look that no one was pleasing to the eye only made the people around him dodge.

Just when the hearts were scattered, an old man with a dire right eye quietly walked out of the captain's cabin, with an eagle's head staff in his hand, and walked down the stairs to the deck, and when he saw the Storm Knight's uncontrollable hideous face, he shook his head slightly, and then raised the eagle staff and slammed it.

Smoke immediately rose from the cracks near the deck, and wisps of smoke gathered into a tumbling mass of unspeakable things, like the ghosts of the sea in Harolds' legends.

The old man plucked off the wooden eagle's head and cautiously stuffed it into the depths of the smoke, and the scattered and wandering necromantic creation, with a critical core, immediately attached to it to form a body.

The concentration of free negative energy is getting higher and higher, and the cold and biting cold wind spreads from its shell, and the white frost flowers at the foot of it keep blooming, but they quickly disappear, like flowers withering in the autumn wind.

"Teacher Heridmar!" Fleet forcibly suppressed his anger, his feet together, his hands staggered on his knees, and in front of the senior members of the Elder Sacrifice Order, even the high-ranking Storm Knight had to bow his proud head and maintain the utmost sincere respect.

"The longer time drags on, the more variable it becomes. The enemy was so cunning that it simply surprised me. ”

The old priest was more anxious than Fleet, but with the amount of time and the need to stabilize people's hearts and morale, he still had to hide his true mood with a confident look, and show his face as if nothing had happened.

Storm Knight straightened up and sighed, "I beg your pardon, I can't use my abilities in the middle of the night, the Eagle doesn't have human wisdom after all, everything can only be entrusted to you, Teacher Heradmar." ”

"It's not your fault! Who would have thought that our enemies would dare to sail at high speed in strange waters on a moonless night, and they would die. ”

The old priest stretched out his hand, and the loyal undead servant leaped to his feet, stepped over the railing and landed on the sea, and then began to run as fast as he could.

It was fascinated by the flames of life that appeared in the distance, but the Harolds on the ship behind them were obviously more delicious, but the sacrifices that drove it were not allowed, and they resolutely disagreed, and the undead servants could only reach out to the enemy.

"Keep up!" Storm Knight Fleet gave the order, and the warships captured from the allied forces of the Western Territories immediately sailed in the right direction, and the captives who had been urged by the Harold warriors had suffered from the whip and did not dare to slack off.

The Penguin, which was moving at full speed, brushed by the ice floes at sea from time to time, but fortunately they were not large enough to cause much damage, but the slight scars had accumulated for a long time, and the old captain, with many years of sailing experience, concluded that the old man under his feet was almost at the limit.

There was a creaking sound in many parts of the ship's hull, a protest from the old Penguin, which had forced its armor to go to sea, and Buckner One-Eye frequently gestured to Aldrich's eyes with some distress, but the uneasiness in the Fourth Knight's heart kept him eerily silent.

"It's coming!" I don't know how long it took, but Tris seemed to have made a new discovery, turning to face the stern of the boat, as if there was nothing as a strange visitor, which opened his real vision for the first time.

The crystallization of negative energy, the upper body is vaguely humanoid, but below the waist is the legs of the rising flame mane, trampling on the undulating sea, like a solid flat ground, running freely.

The cold and piercing feeling made Martin Opry shudder, and he seemed to have noticed something, but it was a little slower than Aldrich, but unfortunately he could not grasp the location of the undead servants without real vision, and could only vaguely sense a looming threat.

"Lower the sail and lower the speed and we were discovered. Tris replied back, and Martin Opry relayed it word for word.

The Penguin, shrouded in darkness and darkness, could not see its fingers, everyone could only walk by hand, the wind and waves were too strong, and the message could only be transmitted by roaring. However, word of mouth soon passed the order to the old captain at the helm, and despite some resentment of the Fourth Horseman's own opinion, Buckner One-Eye complied.

The sailors relied on tacit cooperation to lower the pace of the Penguin, which was heading straight ahead, and then a small bonfire was re-lit at the bow of the ship, with mirrors on three sides, greatly increasing the brightness, and restraining the fire into a pillar, sweeping around the sea in front of it, checking the unfamiliar environment.

The old sacrificial undead servant had only a simple mind, and greed drove it to get on the ship and grab the life, but the great bonfire that made it fearful was so intimidating that it did not dare to get too close.

The hanging lamps were re-lit to the left and right, and with the help of the flames the size of beans, Aldrich took a pair of bows and arrows from the loyal knights of the precepts, and captured the unexhausted bow and arrows.

Bending the bow and arrows, with a "whoosh", the blood-stained arrows pierced the chest of the undead servant, but unfortunately there was no physical negative energy creation, completely immune to the damage of physical attacks.

On the contrary, the blow exposed its presence and position, and the unscrupulous undead servants bypassed the dangerous stern and pounced on the weakened sailors, but its real target was the wounded who were recuperating in the bilge.

The ghost physique easily passed through the mortal shipboard, Aldrich put down his bow and arrows, and kept staring at this negative energy creation in his true vision, roughly estimating its destination, and couldn't help but chase into the bilge.

Martin Opry stretched out his hand and tapped it, signaling Tris's followers not to act rashly, his identity was here, and no one dared to do it, so he waited for Aldrich's good news.

The undead servant who came to the bottom cabin was surprised to find that there was no negative emotion in the cabin that it liked, and even if there were, it was weak and not formed at all, and in desperation, it could only pounce on the wounded who had become extremely weak due to the injury of the fire of life.

Negative energy creations, in addition to aggravating the target's injuries, can also make their bodies weaker and weaker, Aldrich, who happened to come to the bottom cabin, saw this scene, and immediately burned the source of faith that had recently recovered his level, sublimating the sword in his hand, blooming to purify all unclean things containing negative energy.

The barrier of Venus believers deep in the sewers, devouring life force, the evil dust born from the skull of the dead can be purified, not to mention this low-level undead.

"Shhh

Indulging in the pleasure of sucking the life force of the living, forgetting that the terrible enemy was nearby, the undead servant of the old sacrifice was cut in two by the sword of purification, and the wound burned like a lead.

The knight's psychic light contained a faint positive energy, and under the collision between the two, the undead ghost, which did not have enough source support, was slashed and cut into countless pieces one after another, accelerating its demise even faster.

At the same time, on the warship that traced the Penguin, the old priest, who had a spiritual connection with the undead servants, suddenly snorted, and his body took half a step backwards, obviously suffering from the loss of his servants.

The attendant who had come to his aid was gently pushed away by him, and after a moment of silence, he paused heavily on the wooden staff again, this time summoning a ghost with the head of an eagle and a human body.

The old priest pointed forward with his staff, and the awakened ghost immediately fulfilled its predecessor's mission, but this time it was under a new command not to set foot on the other party's ship, so it was only far away, like a heel worm.

Having just dealt with an undead servant and calmed down the wounded who had suffered an unwarranted disaster, Aldrich immediately spotted the counterattack and had suffered a loss once and had not made the same mistake again.

With such inseparable eyes staring, and there was nothing to be done to relieve it for a moment, Tris left the bilge and went to the deck, sharing his discovery with Martin Opry and the others, who had been waiting for a long time.

Everyone, including the old captain Buckner One-Eye, was at a loss, and the approaching threat was like a heavy rock pressing on everyone, and there was no way, no countermeasure could be thought of, and this feeling of helplessness was terrible.

"Bang bang!" Aldridge clapped his palms a few times to attract everyone's attention, "Now that it's exposed, sooner or later there will be a fight, and we'll definitely be able to get rid of the obstructive tail." Now my order to you is that the personnel should take turns to rest in two groups, so that they can be mentally and mentally ready to fight. ”

Since the Fourth Knight patted his chest and assured him, the sailors and the adventurers accompanying the ship were relieved, and after discussing with each other, according to Tris's instructions, half of them went into the cabin to wait for the rest of the people, and the rest of them looked for their own positions, and closed their eyes and rested without leaving their weapons.

Aldridge went to the bow prison and put the Storm Knight Granard and the winged Eagle to sleep with their natural paralyzing toxins.

Martin Opry, who was not far from him, saw that Tris was done with his work, and couldn't help but ask, "Can we win?"

Aldrich glanced at him and shook his head slightly: "The feeling of uneasiness grips your heart! Are you frightened by the strangulation of the wolves of the North Sea? You are really a knight so cowardly and cowardly?"

Martin Opry felt a little hot on his face, remembering the comments made about Triss within the City Guard, approaching the strength of the Grand Knight, and couldn't help but regain some confidence.