When the sun rises at the end of the sea, about five leagues inland from the reef formations, in a dead and eerie waterway, with a crisp sound of wood breaking, the hull of the Goshawk keeps crushing the wreckage of the ships that have sunk here for many years, and the Exocet of Severer has dropped anchor outside the waterway due to the reef during the voyage, taking advantage of the opportunity of Severer and his men to repair the ship, the Goshawk is sailing at full speed to the so-called Gulf of Death. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's amazing, it's early in the morning, but the sun is covered in fog, and there are shipwrecks nearby......"

Above the mainmast, Delacro leaned on the mast and looked around, constantly complaining about the environment in the waterway, and Nabal drank under the sails, and said helplessly: "This place is called Shipwreck Alley, and generally large ships will consciously drop anchor at the entrance after hitting the reef in the bay, while some small ships think that their hulls have not been damaged much and go deep into the waterway, and gradually sink here in the collision." ”

"If you put down the dinghy and move on, you should easily avoid hitting the rocks, but why hasn't Gerald's treasure been discovered?"

Nabal smiled and drank the red wine in his glass, and motioned to Delacro to take a closer look at the underwater situation, and he stared at the surface of the sea with straight eyes, and a few shadows passed under the not-so-clear water, and kept wandering around the Goshawk.

"See those things? Lots of mallet sharks and tiger sharks settle here, hostile to all who come. Even the most experienced sailors rowed their boats forward, and if the ship was bitten, they could only die in the belly of the fish. ”

Delacro's expression was a little sluggish, for fear that the Goshawk would also be attacked by sharks and sink here, Nabal hurriedly reassured: "Don't worry! The hull of the Goshawk is very strong, and it is impossible to damage it with the bite of the shark alone!"

At this time, the boatswain came up to ask Nabal for advice, because the twenty or so bodies of several brothers and members of the Exocet who had died in the naval battle in the early hours of the morning were piled up on the Goshawk, and it would cause unnecessary trouble for a long time.

"What should I do with the corpses on the ship, and if they decompose, they could cause contagion, and throw them off the ship in this place?"

Samuel...... Throw the Flying Fish fellows down and feed them to the sharks, and our brethren deserve a comfortable eternal sleep and a good burial on land. ”

Since Lemuel needed to take the helm, Samuel summoned the remaining sailors and threw most of the corpses into the water, which in an instant attracted a large number of predators, and these sea demons gnawed the corpses clean, leaving only the skeleton to sink into the blood-red waters......

"It's horrible...... How long will it take to reach the shore?" Delacro sighed as the sharks departed, and asked Nabar about his destination.

"Be patient, we'll be at the end in an hour or so. Answering Delacro's question, he stared at the empty bottle in his hand, threw it overboard, and returned to the helm himself.

As time passed, an hour had passed, and the Goshawk had gathered its sails in the fog and reached the shallows, and after ordering the sailors to stay behind the Goshawk, Nabal boarded the dinghy with three attendants and Delacro, and rowed to the shore in the fog.

As the dinghy approached the beach, Delacro stood up and looked around, a half-moon beach, with steep, towering peaks at the end of the view, and many caves on the cliff faces, like a pair of hollow eyes staring at visitors in the fog, and the sound of the wind from time to time.

"It's a spectacle, we're not here to find treasure, are we?" Dracro questioned their intentions after confirming the terrain.

"I don't believe that such a place where birds don't can hide the endless wealth of the pirate duke, if the Exocet hadn't been damaged in the battle, and that Severer guy would have the strength to bring the ship in, now we just need to wait for the Exocet to withdraw before we can return to the route to the Nest for supplies. ”

I don't know if Nabal has no interest in the treasure, or if the real treasure is not in this place, but Delacro always felt that this trip would be rewarding, so he took the initiative to go to the cave to explore, and Lemuel and the others did not have any objections, so they went to the largest cave on the island together.

As soon as the few people arrived here, the screams of wild beasts came from the cave, and the sound echoed in this special beach with special terrain, Delacro immediately turned to look at the cave, a rare giant wolf had dozens of arrows stuck in its body, and its limbs were also forcibly cut off, flying down the entrance of the cave, and the blood gradually flowed down the terrain to the lower places.

Before they could come to their senses, another figure swirled out of the cave with a large number of arrows and landed farther away, and Nabal ran up to him and said, "This guy is hopeless, it seems that he has come here with a wolf tamer to rob the tomb." ”

The others hurried to his side and looked at the so-called "grave robber", who was lying prostrate on the sand, wearing a leather coat with an ankle-length hem and a hood over his head, and even his bracers and boots were made of leather.

"I'm alive!!What nonsense are you talking about!?" When they decided to leave, the figure on the ground stood up with an angry face on his face, and took off his hood, revealing Trevor's face under his scattered brown hair, and he looked at the men in front of him and the Goshawk in the shallows, his eyes full of hostility.

"I'm not here to rob the tomb, but you...... Sir Gerald's treasure is a real attraction to you!"

Trevor's hand had already grasped the saber at his waist, and Dracro, who had not brought the weapon with him, immediately blocked his way with open arms, and Nabal and the others did not lose their momentum, and pulled out their weapons one after another.

"We're just here to avoid trouble! I want to ask you who you are!!Why are you here!?" asked Nabal, clenching his saber.

"A pirate scum is not worthy of letting me sign up, get out of the way!"

As the atmosphere became stiff and threatened to turn into a clash at any moment, Delacro stepped forward to stop the enraged two sides, and explained to Trevor: "We are not what you think, I am Victor, the mercenary of Zenda! This is Nabal Gushack, the leader of the Goshawk Pirates! and the three crew members, please report yourself!"

"A pirate and a mercenary, how can a pirate ...... Wait!" Trevor suddenly remembered some of the past, retracted his contemptuous tone, and asked solemnly, "Your name is Victor, and you are the mercenary of Zenda, Dracrow?, from an ancient family, and the so-called last descendant?"

"Yes, I am Delacro, and I am also the last descendant of my clan, and you are right about the mercenary group, how do you know?"

After confirming the other party's identity, Trevor let his guard down and introduced himself, "My friends call me Belmondo, maybe you've heard of our family." ”

"Yes, Jubei talked about you, and the situation just now was really embarrassing. Delacro motioned for Nabar and the others to put away their weapons, and stepped forward to take Trevaux's hand and apologize to him.

"Why didn't he tell me at the time...... Victor, it seems that we don't need to spend any more time here, in trouble?" he obviously didn't pay attention to the few pirates in front of him, and didn't mention the contradiction just now, just muttering something to himself.

Hearing this, Nabal also said bluntly: "It was originally a big trouble, but the current situation is not clear, and a boat of pursuers is blocked at the mouth of the Death Channel...... Anyway, Belmondo, what are you doing here?"

"I've been ordered to find the relics hidden by Hugh Gerald, you must have heard of the legend of the Paladin, right?"

Trevor asked tentatively, and when he saw that several people in front of him nodded, he continued: "Roland, the leader of the paladins of the empire, cleaned up all the evil and unjust villains on the mainland, and also eliminated the pirates entrenched in the coastal seas. ”

"The Sacred Sword of Durundal, the Hammer of Justice, the Fist of Heaven, and the third one I don't know, but they are all long-lost artifacts of light, do you think they fell into the hands of the Pirate Guild after several turns?"

Nabal said to Delacro, "Victor, the third relic of the paladin Roland is inextricably linked to Sir Hugh Gerald, the 'just' of our pirates, and it is said that Roland and his paladin gave the sacred horn calling for light to their close friend Sir Gerald before retiring, so Belmondo came here to find the horn, right?"

Trevor nodded slightly: "You are right, Hugh Gerald was once one of the dukes of the Empire, and was persecuted by his colleagues after Roland's retreat and exiled as a pirate. In ten years, he developed his strength, and also founded the Pirate Guild with his own strength, commanding the West Sea, Ruohai, and the South China Sea, and he naturally became the first king of pirates, his fleet never ransacked the coast, and his selflessness also made his subordinates all dissatisfied, so he had the title of the just one. ”

"It turns out that there is such a past, but I don't know one thing, your church is called the Holy Word, right? As far as I know, the goddess Claire, who symbolizes holiness, is not the so-called god of light, so why do you use the holy weapon of the Cult of Light?"

This question made him a little embarrassed, the executor itself is a job that acts according to orders, and the above did not tell him the true purpose of searching for the holy weapon, so he could only answer according to his own train of thought: "I don't know, the Illuminati Cult disappeared long before the Imperial Period, and these holy relics are also held by the so-called descendants of the Illuminati, they may be the key to dealing with the darkness, you must have heard the information of the Drua Order, right?"

"That's right, I already know, since the Holy Cult has the ability to prevent invasions, why not resist or even destroy the Drua Order himself?" Delacro continued to ask.

"The strength of the Holy Sect is limited, except for the current three executors, there are less than five hundred Templar warriors left, and they have been able to survive in the troubled times until now, and they have long lost the strength to resist the invasion. ”

The two of them were surprised by the system of the Holy Sect, so they asked some more things about the secrets of the Holy Sect, Trevor was really a little impatient, and suddenly increased his tone, and replied: "The identity concept of the Holy Sect is extremely serious, only the descendants of the Holy King and members of the Blood Clan are qualified to become executors, even the Templars who protect the holy goddess Claire will definitely not be held by outsiders. In addition, I can tell you that the Delacros are one of the three bloodlines of the Holy King, and you are qualified to be an Executor and a Knight of the Judges, so I would like to invite you to join the Holy Cult. ”

Delacro was not too surprised, and simply refused: "Unfortunately, most of the team is managed by me, and I can't leave my partners behind. ”

"You don't have to be too confident, it's not easy to be an executor, you need to be proficient in combat, calculations, tactics, and keep a clear head for a long time, I don't know if you have the ability?"

"Victor is not ordinary! he has commanded battles as a knight, and he is also an excellent swordsman, so he can be a hundred with one by one!"

Listening to Nabal's account, Delacro felt uncomfortable, and then Trevor spoke again, saying, "The Holy Cult is in urgent need of manpower at the moment, and there is a secret plan that needs to be unfolded. ”

He looked at the three pirates around him, and motioned for Delacro to follow him, and Nabal and the others walked to the beach and sat down on the foggy sand......