No matter how confused the gossip team is, they can now distinguish friend from foe, seeing Lukka put his finger between his lips, several of them closed their mouths. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luca by the hatch was still talking nonsense with Chad, and the pirate captain asked him for his identity several times, but no answer came out of his mouth, and patience finally came to an end.

He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm also too curious, in fact, even if you are a big person, what can you do?

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger of his pistol.

With a loud "bang" and the thick smoke characteristic of black powder, Luka, who was sitting on the barrel, was shot in the forehead.

The bullet went straight through his head, without changing a single direction, embedded in the wall behind him.

And Luca, or rather Luca's mirror image, flashed a few times on the barrel, turned into a glowing cloud of smoke, and faded away.

"What's going on?" Not only Chad, but also the other pirates in the cabin, the sailors of the New Horizon, and the shivering passengers crouching behind were dumbfounded, whispering the same question.

It's Leon, although he doesn't know how Lukka did it, but he has at least felt the effect of the disguise technique, thinking that this should be a similar magic, and he was the first to react before everyone else.

He stooped down and picked up his sword from the ground, and the other sailors followed suit. Chad lost the hostages, and for a while there was tension in the cabin, and a confrontation was formed.

Chad also quickly relented, looked at Leon who raised his weapon again, and said with a smile: "Even if you don't have that hostage, don't you see how many people you have?"

"Even if you surrender, won't you be killed?"

"Well, you guys, why can't you understand it, can the numerical advantage be offset by a few looks?" said Chad and waved his hand, and more pirates poured into the hatch.

"Actually, sometimes the number of people really doesn't tell the story. Among the passengers squatting in the corner of the cargo hold, a figure suddenly stood up.

The place was poorly lit, and Chad couldn't see the person who was talking for a while: "Who? stand up!"

Lukka took two steps forward and stepped into the range of the light: "Didn't you just have a good chat with my mirror image, Captain Chard?

"I don't care what trick you use, that's the end of your resistance today!" said Chad and waved his hand to his pirates, "Don't let any of them go!"

The dozen or so pirates at the front rushed over with swords, the sailors of the new sea horizon were originally recruited temporarily, and their combat effectiveness was at most slightly stronger than not, in the face of such a vicious pirate, even if they were bold with their weapons, there was no possibility of fighting back, and a group of people trembled and retreated.

"Oh my god, I'm going to die!" suddenly erupted in a cry from among the passengers, as if it would be contagious, spreading through the cabin. A few of the timid ones had closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the bloody sight of the pirate's blade stabbing at the sailor.

"Boom!"

The sound is not like a sword slashing someone. The young woman with heavy makeup still covered her face with her hands, and secretly opened her eyes between her fingers.

The pirate who rushed to the front jumped a few times with his feet covered, and a half-meter-diameter spherical block of ice landed on the floor in front of him at some point, hitting his toe.

"Oops, sorry, it looks like it's too big!" Lukka said, scratching his head, and with a wave of his hand, "wait until I adjust." ”

The big ice ball vanished instantly, and a few seconds later, countless egg-sized hailstones poured down from the ceiling. Precise landfall on the pirates' heads, but the sailors and passengers of the New Horizon did not touch it at all.

"You! So you were making trouble!" the first mate of the Iron Eagle, who was standing at the door of the cabin, suddenly realized. After all, the hail technique, which needs to distinguish friend from foe, has a limited range and does not cover the entire cabin.

"What did he do?" Chad asked, taking a step back out of the hailstone's range, but still getting two blows on the shoulder.

"The Iron Eagle's artillery was frozen into ice as soon as it entered the firing range, and now I understand that this guy is making trouble!"

"Can this stop you too? Leave the hail alone, just go over and kill!" Chad exclaimed, rubbing his shoulders.

The pirates within the hail range heard the order and no longer held their heads to dodge, but when they tried to rush at the enemy, they found that their feet could not move at all.

Looking down, the pirates were horrified to find that the hail that had piled up beneath their feet was freezing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The one in the better situation also had his right foot completely frozen, and the front one had both legs frozen!

"What is this? Help!" the screams in the cabin changed owners, and the passengers, who had been crying so much, now stopped their tears and watched as the pirates in front of them turned into huge blocks of ice one by one.

"Bastard! you're playing tricks!" Chad pulled out another flintlock pistol from his chest belt and aimed it at Lukka through the falling hail.

Without giving Lukka more time to react, he pulled the trigger again, this time aiming at his chest.

Although hail kept falling between the two, in the cabin, the distance was not far in total. Lukka was a mage, agility wasn't his strong point at all, and he didn't make any dodging moves at all.

The bullet passed through the chest.

The shimmering shadow dissipated again.

For the first time since he got on the ship, Chad was scared. He couldn't figure out the enemy's location at all, and the opponent's means were completely unable to resist.

"Is this really magic?" the whispers of the passengers in the cabin reached his ears.

Wait, magic, magic guy, on the boat again! Chad suddenly felt that he was close to the truth, and he yelled "retreat", turned around and ran out of the hatch, and climbed the stairs.

A few pirates who were still able to move behind him also stumbled to the deck with him.

Lukka was leaning against the railing, happily eating an ice cream in his hand, a by-product of hail. There were more humanoid popsicles at his feet, and the pirates left on the deck and not far away on the Iron Eagle were all frozen.

In fact, Lukka hadn't left the captain's room at all before, and he didn't bother to talk about what the mirror image could say.

"Magic! you're Crimson ......," Chad's hoarse voice was cut short by a crisp "snap" volley.

The slap of a mage's hand turned out to be quite useful. Lukka threw away the stick, raised the flintlock pistol he had found from the captain's quarters, and pulled the trigger cleanly.

"Originally, if you hadn't fired a second shot, or even said what you just said, I might have let you live, but now, letting you go is to make trouble for myself and this merchant ship, so you can rest in peace!" Lukka didn't give Chad a chance to say another word.