Yaronovav woke up.

A drop of icy water trickled down his shaggy beard on the side of his face.

What appeared before his eyes was the rotten and blackened roof of the cabin, which was still seeping outward, and the cold sea water dripped on the ground, which was quickly sucked dry by the floor and seeped into the lower floors.

"Where is this?"

"What about the monster?"

Yaroslav tried to get up from the ground, but found that he could not exert any strength at all.

"How the hell did I survive? What about the others?"

His heart was full of doubts.

"Could it be that I awakened the blood of my ancestors?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible, after all, their Rurik family was a Viking who had gone south to merge with the Rus', and his ancestors were said to have the blood of the Norse gods, and it was because of this that they were able to lead the tribe to land on the Neva River and establish rule over the entire Rus' states.

The sea can't drown me.

The sea monster can't hurt me!

"You're awake."

A cold voice sounded at the door of the cabin, and the tall captain with a three-cornered hat and pale skin slowly walked into the cabin.

"Where is this?"

Yaroslav asked, "Who are you?"

"This is the bottom of the sea in the Misty Seas."

Hogg's somewhat hoarse voice rang out unhurriedly, "I'm the Scourge of the Seas, the captain of the ship at your feet."

"You saved me?"

Captain Hogg had a playful smile on his face, "You can say that, but it's not necessarily a good thing for you."

Why did he say that?

Yaroslav was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask rashly, he had the recklessness of the so-called "barbarians" in his bones, but he was by no means a brainless fool: "I am the son of the Grand Duke of Tver, as long as you send me to the territory of the Greeks, I guarantee that you will receive a very good reward."

Captain Hogg muttered, this kid doesn't seem to have figured out the current situation.

Yaroslav wondered, "What did you say?"

"Come with me to the deck first."

Hogg turned and left, and at this time, Yaroslav also realized that he could move, and quickly got up, and quickly picked up a short-handled axe from the table and put it at his waist, and then followed.

The cabin was dark.

"I don't light a lamp either."

Yaroslav muttered in a whisper, following behind the tall captain in front of him, silently wondering in his heart whether these people were friends or foes, and how he could resist if he wanted to sell himself to Alexandria as a slave to the infidels.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

Captain Ge's face showed a good-natured sneer: "Don't you think that you really escaped from that monster's mouth?"

Yaroslav was shocked.

He raised his hand, and there was not even a trace of blood on his pale palm, and - there was not even an oil lamp in the cabin, but he could see it clearly, and every indication showed that the fellow was not lying.

"Figured it out?"

A wry smile appeared on Yaroslav's face, "I thought I had awakened some great ancestral bloodline."

"Come with me if you figure it out."

"What are you going to do?"

Yaroslav, who was still a little unrelieved, asked suspiciously, "Take the souls of the dead and send them to hell?" Are you the ferryman of the River Styx?"

"No, go and see our master."

"Our master?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Yaroslav's face: "Lord of the Underworld?"

Hogg shook his head and said, "No, he is the lord of Transjordan and Limassol."

Secular lords?

Yaroslav was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "I am the son of the Grand Duke of Tver."

Although Yaroslav didn't know exactly what the title of general of the Transjordan-Limassol Military Region was, he thought that he was not as high as his father's Grand Duke of Tver, who was a lord of great status in the Rus' kings.

"Oh, the status of a secular lord is not noble, it is our master who is noble."

There was a hint of contempt on Hogg's face, and then he added, "By the way, all the ladies on this ship are not to be offended, such as those of your companions, who were eaten by Miss Prajna's shield."

"What do you mean?"

Yaroslav didn't understand what Hogg meant.

"It is to tell you that although we have died once, we must still be in awe."

In the darkness, Captain Hogg's face was extremely serious.

…

On deck.

Lothar was playing dice with a sailor, and the rules were simple, each person threw six dice, a straight, a small straight, and the specified number could be scored, and it was up to him to see who scored 4,000 points first – much simpler than the rules of the Gwent card.

"Three ones, a thousand points, skip."

The sailor on the other side grinned and said, "Chief, I won again."

Lothar stared blankly at the zombie sailor across from him, his eyes grunting, and finally landed on the wooden tray playing with the dice.

"How did you get out of a thousand?"

The zombie sailor said in a heartfelt voice: "Boss, don't talk nonsense, I didn't give out a thousand at all, and throwing dice was based on luck and skill, where did I get such a thing?"

"Okay, you're a bit better this time."

Lothar flicked a silver coin and threw it into the other man's hand.

In the boring life of sea sailing, playing dice is definitely a good way to relieve boredom.

"My lord, that particular little creature has woken up."

Captain Hogg's voice rang out.

Lothar looked at the comer.

This is a very tall and burly Slav, and he can't tell how old he is, because his face is full of beard, and even if he is a young man, he can easily give people the feeling of a middle-aged uncle.

Last night, beside the shipwreck, Prajna "overhauled" most of the scattered souls, leaving only this special little one, who was handed over to Captain Hogg by Prajna.

The reason why he is special is because he can withstand the curse on the Scourge of the Seas.

You know, the Scourge of the Seas hasn't "recruited" new people for many years, not because Hogg doesn't want to, but because there is no soul that can withstand the power of the curse.

"My lord, this kid claims to be the son of the Grand Duke of Tver."

The Grand Duke in Rus culture is actually not the same concept as the Grand Duke of Central and Western Europe, but the Grand Duke of Tver is also a very top-notch Grand Duke in the Rus' kings

Princes.

The Grand Duke of Tver at this time should be from the Rurik family, right?

Lothar thought for a moment, could it be that the people of the Rurik family really have any special bloodline?

"Yaroslav, I deeply regret what happened to you."

Yaroslav opened his mouth, and he, who had thought that he was born fearless, could not even utter a complete sentence for a while.

"Greek, or Latin, which one do you?"

Lothar skillfully switched languages.

Hogg reminded, "My lord, this kid understands what you say, do you want to take the coercion down before you speak?"

Lothar was stunned.

Only then did he realize that he had just been so angry with the sailor that he subconsciously let go of the coercion of his dark lord, Yaroslav was just a newborn zombie, and he couldn't compare with the group of hob meat that had existed for hundreds of years, how could he withstand it?