About twelve nautical miles from the Silent Death, the Blacksail Pirate Ship had apparently discovered that it was about to become its prey, and turned around and ran away with the help of the wind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The target relied on the light and flexible hull of the ship, and it seemed that it was about to get out of the range of the Silent Reaper's firepower, and Lukka didn't care how much the ship could sell for, so he directly ordered a chain attack.

If you let it run, there won't be a single silver coin. Faced with prey with two of the three masts broken, Lukka found such a plausible reason for his waste.

Fortunately, the goods and silver coins were quite abundant, and he called it a day satisfied.

In the month that followed, Luca's luck got better and better. Almost whenever he was bored and wanted to grab a ship to relieve his boredom, a ship with black sails would come to his door, and all the types of booty were just what he wanted, all of which were not too heavy but were expensive and high-quality.

Even the variety of food seized is becoming more and more abundant, and recently there is a bucket of top-quality caviar on it, and the melt-in-your-mouth flavor has taught Nora to chew slowly.

However, this smooth sailing situation always gave Luca a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"It's going too well, but it's a problem?" Daniel couldn't understand Luka's train of thought.

"It's not that it's going well, I always feel like these boats are just waiting to be robbed by us!"

Lukka really wished he could put more effort into the prophecy spell now, but his prophecy affinity was not much better than that of the spirit system, and the only useful "danger prediction" was inconvenient to use. This spell can only be applied once at a time, and if he casts the spell now, the effect on Leon's side of the map will be lifted, and if he cheats his merchant ship like this, he will definitely suffer retribution for a small amount of money.

"I also think there is a problem," Crete said, staring at the charts on the table, "and after this series of snatches, we are now far from the two busy shipping routes south of Tata Island." ”

"Are those the baits of the Black Sails, but there's nothing around here, what are you luring us here for?" asked Ollie.

Luca was tempted to say to Ollie, "It's you thinking too much", but when he thought about it, he had to admit that Ollie might be right.

The only question is, what did Black Sail bring him here for?

The sea around here is open, and there is not even a single reef, so if you really want to do something, the Silent Reaper will take advantage of it under such conditions.

Suddenly, Lukka spotted an island on a chart so small that it was barely visible.

"What island is this?" he asked, pointing to the little black dot on the chart.

"This kind of island has no name, the area is too small, and there are no people on it. Crete looked at Luka, whose nose was almost on the chart, and reached out and handed over a magnifying glass.

"I can only say that there was no one on it when I drew this chart. Lukka was not reassured, "How far is the island from us now?"

Crete measured and replied, "Seventy-six nautical miles." ”

After hearing this, Lukka reached out to shut up and landed on his arm and asked, "How far can you fly?"

"What? don't even think about it! Nearly a hundred nautical miles, do you want to exhaust me?" Shut up and jumped onto Luka's shoulder, turning around angrily, tail feathers flicking him in the face.

"Then the answer is that you can fly so far?" Lukka felt that his communication with Shut Up was getting smoother, "How about two bags of peanuts?"

Shut up and tilted his head and thought for a while: "Three bags, and you have to cast a crispy spell on it!"

"Deal!" This spell is a first-level magic that Lukka just learned a while ago, and I don't know which foodie mage invented it, and the only effect is to make the food crunchy, but unfortunately it is not chicken.

Shut up and rarely fly long distances, but in fact, the large parrot it turns into is quite capable of flying, and it is normal to fly for about ten hours. At a distance of more than seventy nautical miles, thinking about the crispy peanuts, it took less than four hours, albeit against the headwind.

Landing on a low, crooked-necked tree for a moment, a "clanging" sound caught its attention.

The source of the sound was a small hill away from the foothold of the closed mouth, and when it glided low over, it was not good for the whole bird.

No wonder they were transporting so many stones! Shut up and lowered his head and gnawed his paws and thought, he actually built a fort here, and it was not an ordinary fort. In addition to the normal smoothbore artillery, there are also several mortars with short barrels and stubby barrels, posing in a posture of looking up at the sky, which are obviously longer ranges and have a high trajectory arc!

Shut up and flew around the construction stronghold, and a foreman-like man hurried over, his words catching the parrot's attention.

The foreman took the construction drawings in his hand, and angrily called a few people over and shouted: "Just a few of you to delay the progress!" The leader has given a death order, it must be completed before midnight today, especially the mortars, if it can't be used by then, you just wait to release the barren beach!"

Shut up, although it is a parrot who only works as a magic book, but it still understands the word "barren beach", simply put, it is to exile people to a desert island without any food and water sources, and leave them to fend for themselves.

Shut up and go around a few more times, and it looked like they couldn't get any more clues from the group of pirates who were working hard. The only useful information it gets is the words mortar, "chief", midnight.

I'll leave it to the stupid mage to analyze, but shut up and be clear, the word "midnight" as a message must be brought back before midnight to be useful.

When he returned, he had a smooth journey, and he shut up and exceeded the limit of his speed, returning to the Silent Death in less than two hours.

"Your ship is still moving!" "If it weren't for my good eyes, I would have drowned if I got tired of flying at sea, if I hadn't had good eyes?"

"Can't you find it?" Lukka ducked and dodged the wings that closed his mouth, "It's not a mess, there was a fat-looking black galleon roaming in front of us just now! ”

"You didn't chase it?" shut up and landed on his shoulder.

"Isn't this waiting for your news?" said Luca, pulling out a bag of peanuts.

Shut up and ate as he ate and recounted what he had seen and heard.

"The so-called 'leader' should be that Edward . . . Hugh, supposed, are those ships trying to lure us into range of the mortar?" said Luca, frowning.

"If they want to fight, then we'll fight!" Ollie looked like he was justified in fighting and making money in fighting.

"I'm not afraid of them, these cowards!" Daniel raised his scepter.

"I'm not afraid. Lukka was quite calm, "However, I don't like this feeling of being led by the nose!"

"Fight and fight my way, want me to get into a trap, Edward . It's too simple, isn't it?"