The female shaman howled frantically, her voice was unusually harsh, and she muttered mysterious incantations in her mouth, only to see the human head on the altar suspended in mid-air, flying towards Zack, rolling up waves of sound.

"Witchcraft to control the flight of the skull?"

Zach was a little disappointed, and the knife in his hand chopped the withered heads away, and the whole person ran towards the female shaman with agility.

A hint of chagrin flashed across the female shaman's face, her hands constantly patting her body, and in the moonlight, black qi floated out of her body and drifted towards the split head.

The painful wails of the undead came from the skull, and black phantoms flew out of the skull's eyes with a strong sense of danger, which were twisted souls.

If Zach is struck by these undead, his consciousness will fall into chaos and he may never be able to wake up again.

"It's a little interesting, but it's nothing compared to the glory of the Goddess of Despair!"

Zack's face was black again, and his blindfold dissolved, revealing a black hole, and a faint blue ghost fire lit up, which Zack had received from the goddess of despair.

Through this curse, a portion of the power of the goddess of despair can be temporarily mobilized.

Zach got this ghostly eye at the cost of one eye and dozens of lives.

The blue flames danced, sucking the wailing spirits into it, and Zack's face showed a sickly pleasure that while these souls would eventually be sacrificed to the goddess of despair, he could also get some benefit from it.

The shaman became frightened, she turned and ran to the altar, cutting her body with pieces of wood, and the blood flowed like a stream.

"Do you want to summon your alien gods? Unfortunately, you don't have that chance. ”

Zach laughed and threw his cutlass at him.

The female shaman's incantation came to an abrupt halt, and the scimitar pierced through her left breast, piercing through her body.

"Hahaha, great goddess of despair, I will bring your despair to the world. ”

Zach prayed, and as the fire dissipated, he took out another blindfold and put it on his eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and a streak of blood flowed from under the blindfold, it was clear that he was not as easy as he seemed, and there was always a price to pay for using the witch's power through a curse.

I don't know if it's Andy's delusion, but he noticed that Zack's hair seemed to be graying again.

After standing there for a while, Zach walked up to the altar and took down the human skin paper, and found that it was full of things written in unknown words, thinking that it was the witchcraft of the headhunters on this island, and smiled with satisfaction and put it into his arms.

"Using the curse of the goddess of despair and the ghostly fire as a medium, to use her power at the cost of a little life... I see. Andy saw everything in his eyes and nodded with a sense of gain, "Is it the witchcraft of the headhunter tribe that I took away?" It should be using the human head as a medium to perform soul manipulation witchcraft, which seems to be relatively low-end, and it can't be compared with the voodoo witchcraft I learned. ”

A black glint flashed in Andy's eyes, and he gently recited a spell in his mouth, and the black light on the dead shaman witch by the altar flashed, and Andy chuckled and put away a small black glass bead.

The jungle was not safe in the middle of the night, so Zach let everyone rest in the tribe's cabin, and Roger and his men searched the nearby cabins and caves, bringing back a few boxes of gold and silver ornaments and some messy things.

The campfire was used by Buck to roast the sheep, and most of the five barrels of rum were not drunk, which was refreshing to the rest of them.

Corpses, blood, flames, wine and barbecue.

"It was a nice experience. ”

Andy took a deep breath and couldn't help but admire.

"Hey, Andy, come and have a drink with me! You didn't do anything to help, but I appreciate your courage for daring to come here!"

Buck beckoned to Andy, with the native's bone container in his hand, gulping down rum in his hand, he had just worked so hard, and now it was time to enjoy himself.

"As you wish, Buck, but you were crazy just now!"

Andy walked over, took the rum handed by Buck, and took a big sip, the mellow taste permeating his lips and teeth, and even the surrounding blood was diluted a lot.

"Are you, too, struck by my bravery?"

Buck laughed, his body was still bleeding, just now Buck discarded the scimitar and fought the natives hand-to-hand, although the sharp teeth tore the throats of many people, he was also hurt a lot.

"You're still bleeding. ”

Andy pointed to Barker's arm and reminded him.

Buck looked down, poured rum on his arm, then ripped off his bandana and asked Andy to bandage it, saying nonchalantly, "It's just a small injury." ”

"Your teeth... It's magical. ”

Andy exclaimed, this is not within his range of cognition, and the length and sharpness of the teeth can be changed at will, maybe it is a new research direction of witchcraft or alchemy.

"Do you want to know the secrets of our tribe? But you can't trade your keg of rum this time!"

Andy scratched his head in shame, his three-cornered hat was on the boat, wearing only a turban, and Buck laughed and collided with Andy once.

"This secret, if the humans who are not cannibals know it, they will be cursed. ”

Buck looked at Andy and said very solemnly.

"I'm just a little curious, so ask. ”

Andy nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Is it a racial curse that only circulates within cannibals, or is it because of this curse that cannibals are cannibals?"

Someday, Andy will figure it out!

"What are you talking about? So happy?"

Roger walked over and placed a large box of jewels on the ground, he had just gone to a cave a little farther away, and it seemed that he had gained a lot, and Roger was also a little injured, but it was nothing to him who licked blood from the knife.

In fact, only Buck was more injured, and the rest were fine, except for skin wounds, which had been cut by the unarmed natives with stones and wooden accessories.

I have to say that the timing of their attack was too good, and if it was another time, it was really unknown who would win and who would lose.

Hundreds of unarmed natives who were immersed in frenzied intercourse faced eight vicious pirates armed with muskets and scimitars, and the results speak for themselves.

"It's okay, it's just nonsense. ”

Andy handed over a wine glass, filled with a red liquor.

Roger drank it all in one gulp, burped comfortably, and shaved a piece of meat off the roast lamb with a dagger.

"Where's the captain?

Roger looked around and didn't see Zach, so he asked.

Andy pointed to the room where the shaman had stayed before, "Captain Zack went to that house, probably to find something left by the witch." ”

Roger showed a clear expression, he looked at Andy and lowered his tone.

"Well, you should have seen it, right? Captain Zach is very powerful?"

"Well, unlike all of you, that eye of his... It's like legendary witchcraft. ”

Andy said, curiosity in his eyes.

"That's the glory of the goddess of despair, Andy, follow the captain and you'll find that the world is far more interesting than you think. ”

"I've always thought so. ”

Andy smiled, looking at the dancing bonfire with a deep look in his eyes.