The foredeck wreaked and snapped into the water, and the knights could feel the floor moving slowly beneath their feet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's high tide?"

Perru turned back to a dark-skinned man who was from the town of Lorico in the heart of Truk's heart, and had never seen much water since he had grown up, so he usually asked his subordinate who had grown up by the sea for advice on matters related to the sea.

"Yes, my lord," replied the soldier humbly, "the tide will sweep away the wreckage and the debris between the reefs, leaving nothing behind." ”

"Look around," Perru, frowning slightly, decided, "to see if there's anything else worth salvaging here, and throw it on the rocks." ”

"Don't let go of anything of value, the scholars under the lord's command have a lot to gain from these humble fragments"

The soldiers nodded and began to search the deck, as far away as they could from the two corpses, especially the unscarred fellow, for no one could guarantee that he was not dead from the necromancer's plague magic.

The debris scattered across the deck creates a chaotic and bizarre scene that makes it more difficult for any attempt to find something of value in it.

The stern was littered with broken fences, and the only thing that remained intact on the main deck was a staircase leading to the cabins below.

The dark-skinned soldier judged that the sea must not have been submerged underneath, at most a few feet deep.

Otherwise, the reef would have lifted the ship's height high, and the broken hull would have been swept away by the waves.

The soldier craned his neck on the deck and looked down the stairs from the hatch to see a door to the right of the ladder, he looked at Perru and, with permission, cautiously climbed down the stairs.

The deck suddenly caved downwards and shook violently, and the beams that supported it bent inward and creaked.

The soldier hurriedly grabbed the handrail of the staircase and kept his balance until everything calmed down.

By this time, Perru was already standing beside him, took a few cautious steps, and then walked over.

The door was ajar, and he leaned in cautiously, the soldiers following closely behind.

The room was dark and dark, and the only source of light came from a small porthole next to the door.

In the dim light, they could see a mess of debris and a broken table, a low and narrow bed lying in the corner.

Broken chests and cabinets were overturned and scattered on the floor, as if a giant hand was stirring around the room.

Perru tried to search through the chaos, but couldn't make out anything important or valuable.

In the end, the chief knight found only a cup engraved with a strange pattern, and at the bottom of it, there were patterns painted in bright colors.

Peruta tucked it into his jacket and stood quietly, looking wary.

Something in the room tugged at his nerves, and as soon as he stepped into the room, a strange feeling of oppression came over him.

The hull shook violently again, and one soldier lost his balance unsteadily, his sword fell out of his hand, and he fell to the ground.

"The ship is moving!"

The soldier exclaimed.

"We'd better get out right away!"

The soldier, who had extensive experience on the coast, stepped forward and suggested to Perru, with an unconcealed horror in his words.

It's not hard to understand that even the best of the water wouldn't want to be swept into the sea by the waves of this wreck, because the whirlpool it creates is enough to drown any confident surfer.

The chief knight did not reply, all his attention was focused on the strange sensation, and when a soldier grabbed him by the arm and shouted, "Lord, get out of line, the ship will not be able to hold up," and Peru shook him off.

"Wait a minute, what's here......"

The knight's voice grew deeper, and suddenly, he sped through the chaotic room, and jerked out a drawer that had been overturned over and was empty.

He pulled away the second, then the third, and what he was looking for was in it.

Perru quickly took out a sheepskin scroll wrapped in a black ribbon and stuffed it into his waist bag.

"Let's go!"

He shouted for his men, who ran up the stairs up the deck after the commander, as the waves pushed the hull to the top of the higher reef.

The soldiers easily climbed the cliff next to it and then sat down on the ground.

The waves crashed against the hull and crumbled on the reef, and a huge wave struck, and the violent spray splashed the cheeks of the panicked men, who saw the bow of the ship slide down the reef with a low cracking of wood, like the groans of the dying.

The bow of the ship was lifted again, and they felt the rocks shivering under the onslaught of the waves beneath their feet.

The hull drifted helplessly in the waves, slowly tipping over until the ensuing waves lifted it up again.

The heavy hull crashed against the rocks, and the loud explosion caused the people who were getting up to leave to look around, only to see the ordeal of the wreck crashing against the rocks, scattering like building blocks with a scream, the fragile supports could no longer support them, and they overturned and shattered, and the wreckage on the deck toppled into the sea, rolling up a reverse whirlpool.

"Look there, sir!"

The soldier pointed to the wreckage tumbling in the waves and whirlpools.

Perru looked in that direction, but saw nothing, and the raging sea swallowed everything almost instantly.

"What?"

"I think I saw only one corpse on the deck!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, my lord, I swear!"

Perru stared at him with a serious expression and a hint of concern, and suddenly turned into anger again: "Damn!"

Like hundreds of thunderbolts exploding at the same time, the wreck let out its final roar, chewed to pieces between the rocks and the waves.

Now all that remains are broken debris, and in a few days they may drift back and scatter along the coast that has spread miles south.

A low, brief groan made the soldiers turn again.

Behind them, standing was the missing body of the ship.

The peculiar broadsword had been held from his back to his left hand, the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.

His right arm was clung to his side, and blood poured from under his blue breastplate and helmet.

The corpse staggered forward, his face pale and his eyes full of pain and confusion.

He shouted incomprehensible words to the soldiers, who slowly stepped back, drew his sword at his waist, and clenched it tightly in his hand.

The resurrected corpse took another step towards them, but his knees snapped down.

With difficulty, he got up again, closed his eyes and rested.

Perru looked at the other party carefully and did not act rashly.

This pale guy is not tall, a little fat, or may have been swollen by blisters.

He had thick arms and legs, was under the breastplate, and wore a blue battle dress.

The forearms were also strapped with armor, and the shin guards on the legs appeared to be made of some kind of leather, attached to the boots.

He put his hand to his face, then shook his head, opened his eyes, and stared at the soldiers on guard.

This time he spoke more strange language, and seeing that the enemy did not give any answer, he seemed a little angry, and loudly switched to another unfamiliar language, which, judging by the tone, seemed to be asking.

After half a ring, the warrior, who had not received any response, staggered a few steps to the right, closed his eyes again, and the last bbit of blood on his face seemed to be gone.

Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze began to fade, and the long sword slipped from between his fingers.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and an indescribable fear appeared on his face.

He tried to escape, stumbling forward two or three paces, and then fell headlong on the sand.