In the minds of wizards, the Siren King is a lazy demon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt lurks in the deepest part of the sea all year round, napping quietly, and sometimes sleeps for hundreds of years in one sleep.

It has become a legend, an epic, not a reality for wizards.

The deepest impression of the Kraken in reality by the wizards is the four Kraken Sirens sitting down the Kraken King.

Mist, whirlpools, icebergs, sea gods.

The Siren King drew his ribs as a keel and built a battleship for four of his capable subordinates: the Mist, the Vortex, the Iceberg, and the Poseidon.

The four big rakens are based on east, west, north and south, each dominating a sea area.

Even the Wizards Alliance can't do anything about them.

"Nikita, come with me to meet some old friends. "The captain of the Mist somehow got out of his cabin and onto the deck.

The young banshee trembled with excitement.

In the world of demons, there are only a handful of living legends. And these captains are undoubtedly the most dazzling part of them. Each of them has killed at least one Grand Wizard, and countless wizard hunting teams have been destroyed.

She had only heard these stories from Sir Ulrich's mouth, but now she would face them!

The banshee tightened the velvet draped over her body, and she had a solemn sense of witnessing history.

Under the sun, the four big ships were on their own side, facing the endless sea in silence.

An iceberg stands in the north.

The East is in a mirage.

The south was shrouded in fog.

Only the tattered whirlpool in the west, covered in seaweed and shells, rested quietly in the sun.

The captain of the Mist wore his own white coat with a wide hood. He hid most of his face in his hood. Behind the big hat, the wind lantern logo embroidered with the fog horn flashes a dazzling green light in the sun.

Nikita followed behind him, carefully stepping on the surface of the sea, lest stepping on a larger ripple would cause the back in front of him to be dissatisfied.

"It's hard to undo the impact of a thing, but it's a good thing to turn a big thing into a small thing. The deep voice of the captain of the Mist was warm and gentle on the empty sea: "Just like your footprints now, every step you take on the surface of the sea will ripple in circles, this is the influence you bring." ”

"While it's easy to use some abilities to remove these ripples, just like where we are, in this open sea, any unauthorized ability is forbidden and can have unforeseen consequences. ”

Nikita looked around a little nervous and confused.

She felt that the captain meant something, but as far as the eye could see, she could only see four large ships that were silent.

A lone figure on all four ships walked towards the center of the sea.

On the iceberg, the sturdy white bear shook its head and walked forward slowly.

Out of the mirage was a big man with a three-cornered hat and a thick black beard.

The captain of the Vortex was a bit scruffy in appearance, and his battered leather armor was covered in seaweed and shells.

Either way, each captain exudes an intimidating aura.

Nikita felt that she understood the captain's point.

For demons, there are no moral constraints such as the faith of wizards, only balance and strength can restrain their behavior.

Now, on this sea, four ships, four captains, have built a fragile balance.

"If you want to get rid of the ripples under your feet, you can't attract the attention of others, so you can only step on more ripples and hide the ripples under your feet that are not obvious in the first place. ”

"The truth is hidden in there. The captain of the Mist sighed, and suddenly lifted his hood, revealing a pale face.

He laughed, stepped on the surface of the sea, and rushed towards the other three captains.

At the same time, the other three captains also stepped on the surface of the sea and rushed forward.

A violent shock erupted in front of him, and the wild air flow was like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, dragging Nikita's drape around him to hunt.

In the center where several captains gathered, the demonic aura that soared into the sky rose from the ground, tearing the floating clouds above their heads to pieces, and even the sky seemed to be broken. The sea beneath their feet frantically dodged the trampling, and in the center of the four large ships, an unfathomable eye of the sea emerged.

Nikita gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and rushed forward.

It's just that she's too slow.

By the time she reached the captains, the sea had calmed down again.

Only the swirling sea eye tells the great power of several legends.

Half of the Misty captain's white coat had been torn off, and the other half seemed to have been roasted by fire, revealing charred fleece.

The white bear coming down the iceberg had two more dark circles on its eyes, and there were also traces of burnt black on its body. It looks like a distant relative of the old panda in Huaxia.

The mirage captain's dark beard was covered with transparent ice edges, and the tricorne fur hat on his head had two horns torn off.

Only the captain of the Uzumaki, because he was very sloppy in the first place, could not see any signs of being hurt.

The majestic demonic aura swirled between the captains, and Nikita felt like she was about to suffocate. Countless thoughts were racing through her mind. For a moment she thought that the captain had brought her here as a snack for the four of them, and then she wondered if she would be killed when she saw the damaged image of several captains.

"This is the little demon you are talking about?" The captain of the Poseidon was a rugged-looking man, dressed in fiery red leather armor and with a shaggy black beard, and when he saw Nikita, he asked in a rough voice.

"You can see for yourselves. Captain Mist waved his hand, his voice looking a little tired.

Nikita was horrified to find herself floating up, directly above the dark eye of the sea.

Will it be reclaimed eyes!!, her mind went blank.

The big white bear was the first to walk forward.

It has a cruel look in it. Nikita looked at the little scarlet eyes and warned herself not to struggle, not to move, not to look into its eyes.

The bear paced slowly to her, wrinkled his nose, sniffed, then circled around her twice, nodded, howled in a low voice, and then retreated.

Then there was the captain of the Poseidon.

Then there was the captain of the Uzumaki.

They came to her side one after another, as if to confirm something.

It wasn't until she fell back to the safety of the sea that Nikita was sure that she wouldn't be reclaimed.

The expressions of several captains were serious.

"You speculate, how long he's been gone. Captain Uzumaki's voice was shrill and piercing, like shells scraping together. He looked at the Captain of the Mist.

"At least ten years. ”

"But in the past few years, they have attacked everywhere and arrested a lot of our crews, and they have made a big move. The captain of the Poseidon touched his beard.

"It's just a lot of inwardness. ”

"Do you know where he went?"

"Maybe you're exploring a new world, maybe you're getting lost in a star, maybe you're traveling on a whim, and you're going to a cave to retreat. The captain of the Mist grinned silently, "It is also possible that he will die of old age." Everyone knows he's old. ”

Nikita's mind was in turmoil, and she vaguely guessed who the captains were talking about.

Her face turned pale and she covered her mouth in horror.

"If your guess is correct, then it's really worth the all-out adventure. The captain of the Poseidon glanced at the banshee and looked back at Captain Mist, his voice dull, "But before we do that, we need to test it. ”

"For peace of mind, each of us has to give it a try. The captain of the Mist pulled up his hood again, his blue-black lips twisting happily, "And, I'll be the first to try." ”

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On the way back, the captain of the Mist didn't say a word.

It wasn't until he came to the side of the Mist, stood on the surface of the sea, and looked at the towering side of the ship, that he spoke again: "Don't you want to say something?"

He glanced at the banshee.

"If you need it. Nikita's demeanor was more humble and obedient than when he first saw the captain.

The Captain of the Mist nodded in satisfaction.

"You should have guessed something. ”

"If you guess it, just rot in your stomach. Those wizards have so many strange spells that I don't want them to know about yet. ”

The banshee was prostrate on the surface of the sea, shivering.

"Don't be afraid, you're still useful. The captain pulled her up and looked at her pale face: "Earlier you mentioned that you can enter the flight of the First University, which is good. I'll give you a month. If you succeed, you can officially become a crew member of the Mist. Failed. ”

The captain smiled, "Wizards will love a lich that has thrown itself into a snare. ”

Nikita blinked, the paleness of her face slowly subsided, and she smiled again, "As you wish, my lord." ”