Many people in Bay City couldn't sleep that night, such as the original arcanist Will Mana Storm, who became chattering for some reason after being controlled, and Elivan who was nagged all night by these words, such as Andre, who stayed up all night to monitor because he found a trace of the elves, and Blackmane, who spent a whole night thinking about writing manuscripts because he wanted to report to the Nine Patriarchs' Conference, and so on. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, there is also the "Mission Juggernaut", who is already quite close to the Sea of Storms at this time The people on the battleship, probably because this bloody voyage had come to an end, so the battleship, including the captain, the great pirate Anderson Fried breathed a sigh of relief, the old captain of the army, the new nobleman even provided a meal of enough rum for the sailors who were not on duty, he himself and the people of status enjoyed the most delicious dinner since the voyage in the captain's room, and even the captives in the bilge were given an extra decent meal, so everyone was satisfied。

This satisfaction lasted until the next morning, when Captain Anderson, who had woken up from the arms of the maid, slowly put on his well-dressed captain's suit, and the boatswain, who was still staggering, came running to report bad news.

"Captain... Mr. Captain, we... We were surrounded by fog!!"

"What? fog?"

Anderson's face sank, pushed away his eyes and had been scanning the white body of the maid who had just gotten up from the bed, the boatswain, with a cane that symbolized his noble status, and walked quickly to the deck of the battleship, only to see that the entire huge battleship was surrounded by a white mist, and the visibility was not even twenty meters away, and Anderson took off the white gloves on his hand, put his finger in his mouth, dipped some saliva, and then closed his eyes and put his finger into the air, and when the saliva on his fingers dried completely, Anderson's face was already full of irrepressible haze。

This is a secret that only the old pirates aboard the "Queen of the Northland" know, and it is said that the great pirate Anderson Fried has a special ability to judge the future weather conditions of a sea area by discerning the speed and dryness of the sea breeze, and in some extreme conditions, Anderson can even sense the location of unrecognizable ocean currents, which is why he is called the "Magical Pirate King" The reason why others think that Anderson has been blessed by Lady Luck is actually due to the years of teaching of Anderson's old father who fished all his life and finally died in the sea.

"Call me the navigator!"

Anderson suppressed his anger and said a word to the first mate beside him.

The first mate almost immediately fled from the current Anderson like a frightened rabbit, he was the first mate on the original "Queen of the Northlands", and he had been following Anderson for more than ten years, so he naturally knew when the old captain was the most terrifying, and now he didn't want to think about anything, just hoping that the damn navigator could make Anderson discourage, otherwise his crew would suffer.

A few minutes later, the first mate walked onto the deck with a drunken middle-aged man dressed as a burgher with a floral bandana, and threw it at Anderson's feet, and said respectfully,

"Lord Anderson, this is Saxon the Navigator, he is one of the Gold Medal Navigators established by the Pirate Guild..."

"I don't care about that!"

Anderson interrupted the first mate's introduction viciously, he grabbed the first mate's collar with one hand and pulled it in front of him, his eyes flashing with furious flames,

"I just want to know why he's still so drunk in front of me! What a faux pas! Berman, I'll give you one last chance! Wake him up!

"Yes, yes, Captain!

Without saying a word, the first mate named Berman grabbed the navigator by the neck, lifted him to the barrel on the deck where the sailors used to clean the deck, and mercilessly pressed Saxon's head into the disgusting dirty water, and in less than two seconds the Saxon began to struggle violently, and Berman pulled his head up, only to hear the Saxon sweary scolding,

"Oh, damn it, it's that idiot? Uncle Saxon just kicks your ass and cuts your... Woooooooooooooo

Berman didn't have time to listen to the fool's scolding, so he chose the most direct way, and once again pressed Saxon's head into the bucket of dirty water, and after half a minute he lifted him up, and now Saxon was much more honest and almost completely sobered up from his hangover.

"Uh... It's Mr. Berman, what is the matter with me? Don't be so rude to old Saxons, people know that I am an honest man..."

"Mr. Anderson!

Berman ignored the Saxon's flattering voice, and turned directly to Anderson, who had his back to them, while the latter nodded, "Bring him here!"

"Bang!"

Saxon was rudely thrown onto the deck at Anderson's feet, but Anderson, who was still flamboyant just now, trembled like a quail.

"Saxon, the Pirate Guild thinks you are the most familiar navigator of the long journey from the South Sea to the North Sea, and your previous performance is enough to prove this, frankly, I have spent most of my life on the sea, but I have never seen such a sharp fellow as you!

But to the surprise of Saxon and Berman, Anderson did not immediately burst into anger, but commented on Saxon's good performance in the past two months or so, which made the surrounding sailors a little confused, when did Mr. Anderson speak so well?

However, the next moment, Anderson's foot in delicate deerskin boots kicked the unsuspecting Saxon in the stomach, kicking the unlucky fellow almost against the deck and flying out, and then crashed into the side of the ship, rolling his bloody head and wailing and kneeling in front of Anderson, whose face was covered with frost, and then he heard Anderson's voice as cold as ice,

"Tell me, Saxon, is it normal for this fog, which is not common in the South China Sea, to appear near stormy seas? Or have you forgotten your duty with too much rum in your head?"

Hearing Anderson's last cold snort, Saxon immediately trembled and shouted,

"No, no, Mr. Anderson, I swear, I swear with the souls of my parents, everything was fine when I checked at midnight last night, there was not a little sign of fog at all, you know, it takes at least a day for such a big fog to form naturally, I really am not lying, please, please let me go!"

"Oh, that's right! If it was a natural formation, there was no reason why no sailors should have discovered it. ”

Anderson blushed and withdrew his foot on the Saxon's belly, and after a moment of thought with his eyes closed, he turned to Berman and said,

"Go, bring Master Els and Master Mondstadt!"

"Okay, Mr. Anderson!"

Berman took the order, and Anderson glanced at the Saxon, who was holding his foot and begging for mercy, kicked him away with a look of disgust, and then said to the trembling sailors around him,

"Go and row a dinghy and help Mr. Saxon find out if there's anything else in the mist!"

At the same time, outside a large area of sea shrouded in dense fog, a brig merchant ship is quietly moored outside the fog, and Putini, who has not rested since last night, is now leaning on the mast and napping, in order to track the whereabouts of the Mission Juggernaut last night, Putini almost explored the entire area of the sea in the ship, while the others arranged the final mission in the cabin.

"Rattle, let me confirm one last time, the duration of this fog released by you and Andre is five hours, isn't it?"

Wearing a gray cowboy hat, Elivan turned his head to look at the barbarian mage who was boredly playing with his fingers, and the latter shrugged, "It's going to be more, not less!"

"Very well, then there is still a maximum of half an hour before the fog clears, and that will be when we attack!"

Elivan tapped his finger on the map spread out in front of him, and said solemnly, "This time it's a rescue operation, I don't care how many enemies we kill, but we must rescue our target, and if we can, we will rescue the other unlucky guys, as for whether they can escape, it depends on their respective luck." ”

"I have a question!"

The man in black who would be sitting across the table grabbed his chin and asked angrily, "Why don't we take advantage of this fog, I just went out to take a look, this fog you made is really a great place for assassination, and the guy I brought with me can guarantee that we will catch them before the fog clears!"

"That's a good suggestion!

Eliven smiled, habitually touched the gun on his belt, and only after touching the air did he remember that his pistol and Andrei's "hound" had been lost in the Kraken's attack that night, so he simply put his hand in his pocket, and then said slowly to the helpers sent by Blackmane,

"If it was a previous situation, I would have taken your suggestion, but this time is different, we need a public platform, because there may be a group of "actors" on the stage later, the foggy scene is obviously not suitable, and of course, more importantly, I need those "lucky" unlucky people to see our "face" clearly!"

As he spoke, he took out a slender bottle of purple potion from the storage space of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, put it in his hand and turned it around, "The official name of this thing is "General-purpose Humanoid Short-term Imitation Elixir", I call it "Pretender", you don't have to worry about how you got it, the only thing you have to remember is to drink it, and then before the ten-minute effect is over, just find a chance to leave the battlefield!"

To be honest, this mimetic elixir is quite difficult to configure even in the Titan system, but the main difficulty is not in the process, but in the raw materials, because the function of the mimetic elixir to change the body shape and appearance is set in advance, that is, if you want to become an elf through this potion, you need to add the blood of a real elf in the configuration process, and to become an orc, you need to add the blood of an orc, this kind of apothecary Elivan is one of the easiest to make in the book of ten thousand laws after perfecting the details of the plan with Asasina, but Elevenn also has to thank Rodnar for his collection for more than a thousand years, in the treasure house that made Eleven's eyes almost dazzling, not to mention the blood of elves, even the blood of purebred Uman and Elendas that has disappeared from history, he has a collection, and the amount is quite considerable.

"Transfiguration Potion?

The black-maned unknown kindred played with the purple potion in his hand, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes under the hood, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with this kind of behavior of doing bad things by himself and carrying the black pot by others.

"Okay, let's not talk about that!, friends, I didn't come to you to have fun, so I gave you the hardest task!"

Elivan smiled and patted the shoulder of the man in black, but the other party didn't look at Elivan's face at all, obviously, the black-maned clan was not happy about this decision, but Elivan continued,

"Actually, it's not that hard for you, the captain of that ship is said to have hooked up with a demon, how can this kind of scum not die?

Then the Bladetooth Man who took off his black leather helmet shook his head and said solemnly, " If he is really a demon believer, I'm afraid things won't be so simple, these madmen have a very high defense, and they will tie their souls to their demon cubs, that is to say, if you don't kill all the demons he summoned, he won't die at all, so it's very troublesome, in order to completely deal with him, I guess I won't be able to pull away, although the two subordinates I brought are also very strong, but at most they will entangle mages of the same rank, and you still have to do other things yourself!"

"That's fine!"

Eleven nodded, turned to Andre, who had not spoken, and gestured a fist at his old partner,

"You go to deal with those sailors, remember to leave a dozen of them for Putini, otherwise the three of them alone will not even be able to drive the boat!"

"No problem!"

Andre replied angrily.

"Rattle, the fire magic you're good at is too damaging to the ship, so it's up to you to rescue those caught bastards!

"Lens, I know! I'll get your brother out first, and then I'll go to those idiots!"

"Good!"

Elevenn reached out and tapped on the table, turning his head to look at Will Mana Storm, who was sitting cross-legged in a chair meditating, "Leave the rest to me and my secret weapon!

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At this moment, in the docks of Bay City, the temporary envoy who participated in the meeting of the three families last time, and now the orc shaman, who has turned into a regular orc shaman, is wearing a gray coat, tightly covering his foreign face, he is armed with two fully armed, and like Andre, he firmly slammed himself into the large steel armor, wandering back and forth on the dock anxiously.

He's been wandering here for more than an hour, and it looks like he's going to continue to do so.

The "Mission Master", which should have arrived, is still nowhere to be seen, and the worst thing is that even the sound transmission stone, which was unimpeded last night, has no movement at this time, which makes the orc shaman a little worried, and the degree of this worry is gradually increasing as time goes by, because he has asked many fishermen and sea catchers who have returned from the sea of storms, and they have confirmed that there are no accidents such as storms that caused the sea of storms today.

Then the reason for the late arrival of the Mission Juggernaut is very suspicious!

But he was still hesitant to contact the current temporary allies of the Council of Destruction, the Krakens who were the head snakes of the Stormy Sea, after all, the Mission Juggernaut had some sensitive secrets, if they were accidentally discovered by the Krakens...

"My lord, it's been two hours!"

Just as he was thinking, one of the guards standing behind him stepped forward and said to the orc shaman in a low voice, "By order of the elder, you should..."

"I know what to do! Idiot! I don't need you to remind me!"

The orc shaman shouted irritably to the guards behind him, then frowned and took out a large sound-transmission stone engraved with strange runes from his arms, looked left and right, and then glanced at the guards behind him, and walked to the dim alley of the dock area with the sound-passing stone in his hand, while the two burly guards who looked like they were not allowed to enter were blocking the two ends of the small box on one side.

"Great Lord of Shadows, your loyal followers humbly ask for your voice!

The orc shaman god chattered and injected the magic power in his body into this sound transmission stone, and those dense and dizzying runes lit up one after another, until finally, the entire crystal nucleus turned into a cloud of yellow light.

A moment later, a majestic, but old-fashioned voice came from it,

"What's the matter? Ammel, what makes you so flustered?"

"Hail to you, Lord of Shadows!"

Although the orc shaman couldn't see the owner of the voice, he still subconsciously straightened his body, bent down very respectfully, and said, "I am on your orders at this moment today, at the docks of Bay City, to prepare for the arrival of the Mission Master, but that ship is already two hours slower than the agreed time, and the sound transmission stone in my hand has not moved in the slightest! Something could have happened to that ship!"

The voice was silent for a few minutes, and then it sounded again,

"The sound transmission stone has been silent, the space is blocked, the teleportation technique cannot take effect, and even the prophecy technique has been obscured by a powerful force, and sure enough, something has happened! Ammel, contact the Kraken, even if those things are discovered by them, it doesn't matter, ensure that the captives on that ship are safely sent to the Dragon Plains!

"Follow your instructions! I'll contact the Kraken right away!"

"Go, Ammel, only power is eternal!"

"Congratulations, Lord of Shadows, only power is eternal!"

After the runes of the sound transmission stone in his hand were extinguished one after another, the orc shaman changed the hesitation on his face, he strode towards the coast, and the two guards followed closely behind him, these two guys whose strength far exceeded that of the orc shaman Ammer were actually high-level warriors who belonged directly to the Destruction Council, if it weren't for Ammel carrying the emblem of the Great Elder with him, he wouldn't have been able to command them at all, but just now, they also clearly felt the breath of the terrifying old man, so now they didn't dare to disobey Ammel's orders.

The orc shaman chose a quiet and uninhabited sea, step by step into the sea, and when the water submerged his boots, the orc raised his hands, stretched out into the water, and silently recited the soul song sung by the orc shaman when he sacrificed the elements, a very similar to the magic power on Andrei's body, but mixed with a trace of tyrannical aura of turquoise light seeped into the water, and after a while, a huge head, the whole body was crystal clear, and the whole body appeared in front of the orc like a large water droplet, quietly waiting for his order。

"Go, go to the nearest Kraken village, and bring my plea for help, the Kraken's allies need their power!!"

The water elemental nodded and rolled over to melt into the calm water, ripples spreading out in all directions, and after doing all this, the orc shaman returned to shore and waited anxiously for the Kraken to arrive with his guards.

Twenty minutes later, a slight wave suddenly appeared on the calm sea, and then in the surprised eyes of the orc shaman, the wave instantly became extremely huge, six or seven meters high, like a high mountain, pressing towards the three people, but just when the two guards held their big axes high in front of the orc shaman, the waves that were about to overwhelm the three people suddenly stopped in place, and then a hoarse smile came out from the top of the waves.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Ammel, what urgent matter cannot be solved by the Great Council of Destruction?"

Carrying her crown of jewels and a staff decorated with delicate amber and sapphires in her hand, Esasna sat lightly on the waves and shouted to the orc shaman, "Walshath's Sleep has received your request for help, orc, my sister has sent me to preside over this aid, tell me, what is the matter?"

"Salute to the great Queen of Farage, and I also want to salute you, Your Excellency the mighty Grand Duke of Storm, one of the warships of the Council of Destruction has disappeared in the Sea of Storms for no reason, and it carries the materials that the Council of Destruction has painstakingly collected, and it needs to be retrieved immediately, we know that the Kraken Kingdom is powerful in this area, so I want to ask you to help!

"A ship, well, it's like a toy to the vast Storm Sea, and honestly it's more like a grain of sand sprinkled across the desert, so do you know where it disappeared?"

Asasina asked with a worried look on her face.

"All I know is that it is coming from the south and is expected to pass through the Storm Bay this morning and continue to the North Sea. ”

Ammel replied.

"Very well, then sit down, and I'll take you with me to find it!" (To be continued.) )