Shortly after the sun set, an orange-red sunset burned in the western sky. The sea is also dyed red by the glow, but it is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever the rows of waves rise, the glow reflected on the crests of the waves is red and bright, like a burning flame, flickering, rolling, and disappearing. And the row behind it, flickering and rolling again......

The tide is coming, the surging tide, the back waves push the front waves, and rows of tides dozens of feet high rush over, the sound is like thunder, and the momentum is like ten thousand horses galloping. The sea suddenly turned into an endless battlefield, the sea breeze blew a sharp "horn", and the waves seemed to be a thousand heroic warriors, fiercely attacking the ships, rumbling and shouting. The crumbling warship, as long as it is gently swept by the tide, seems to sink to the bottom of the sea all at once. Rows of waves crashed against the hull of the boat, splashing in patches of waves.

Jensen Islam stood on the ship's floor, the sea breeze on his face, cool and wet, he took a deep breath, salty, fishy, and a little bitter, choking on the sea and tasting the pain, the sea breeze inhaled by the sea tasted the enjoyment, and the sea blew on the surface of the sea with a different taste.

The sea breeze blows to its heart's content, blowing away the fatigue of the day, blowing away the troubles of a lifetime, blowing away the ups and downs and bad luck of life.

Dark clouds swept through the gray sky, and several dazzling beams of light sped through the gaps, and thunderous sounds rang out. The howling sea breeze whistled against the huge ship, and the flags embroidered with shark motifs fluttered on the top of the sails.

Dozens of large and small warships sailed on the vast waters of Fish-Man Bay, the waves stirred up by the sea breeze pushed the ships forward, and at the bottom of the cabin, dozens of thick and strong oarsmen sat on the left and right sides in two groups, holding the oars in their hands and swaying constantly.

Every ship sailing on the surface of the sea is brightly lit, and the light shining from the sides of the hull is reflected in the surrounding sea. With the illumination of these lights, it is possible to prevent dozens of warships from colliding in the dark sea, or from leaving the fleet because of disorientation.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain this day. Sir Bowen looked up at the dark sky outside the cabin. He had already sailed in this sea area for three days and three nights with more than fifty warships on Xiaguo Island, and his fleet would be able to reach Rock Harbor in another three days.

The captain of the Sea Monster, Devon Reed, prayed in a low voice, "God forbid the Father, I hope it won't be a storm." "The most fearful thing about sailing at sea is encountering raging and relentless storms.

"It seems that the Father did not hear your prayers," Bowen Ness frowned as the sparse raindrops fell on the ship's armor. "Perhaps you should seek refuge from the Drowning God, the ocean is the realm of the Drowning God. ”

The raindrops falling from the dark clouds that covered the sky grew bigger and faster, and the raindrops fell on the surface of the sea and splashed one after another. The sea was even more windy, and the howling storm beat the ships floating on the sea, and the ships swayed on the rough sea, as if they could be swallowed up by the waves at any time.

"Lord Ness," the soldier shouted down from the lookout, "a large ship appears directly ahead. ”

"Look at it clearly and report it again. The commander of the Xiaguo Island fleet spoke.

"It looks very old, and the hull is very damaged. The soldier hesitated for a moment, then added, "Yes, it's a pirate ship." ”

Sir Bowen, the 'Wolf of the Sea', didn't want to delay the voyage of the fleet with a pirate ship. "Bypass it. ”

On the lookout, a soldier in a leather cloak shouted an order, "The commander has an order, go around the ships ahead." ”

Jensen watched as the sails of the ship grew larger and larger, and a flag painted with a blood-colored skull motif fluttered in the wind. Soon, he recognized its paddles as it rose and fell, and its long white wake in the moonlight, like a long wound on the Black Sea.

Suddenly, a dazzling fire burst into the sky, and a group of bony and armed pirates appeared on the deck, grinning and screaming loudly, with no expression on their hideous faces.

The soldier's face was full of shock. "My lord, there's someone on board," he said with a little fear, and shuddered, "no, no, it's a skeleton." ”

On the strange pirate ship, a group of skeleton monsters with wings waved their wings and flew towards the opposite ship.

The soldier shouted anxiously, "My lord, they're coming towards us." ”

"Shoot the arrows and shoot them down. ”

Braving the heavy rain, the soldiers boarded the deck from the cabins, some with longbows, others with swords or spears. Their enemies at this moment will be those who are dead.

The existence of dark magic fills those evil evokers with ambition and desire. They summon countless dead creatures from their graveyards and drive them to their service to take whatever they want or destroy their enemies. This led to a flood of undead creatures on the continent of Vialas.

The Skeleton Pirate ship crashed directly into the port side of the Sea Monster, shattering several oars. As the two ships were tightly entangled, the dense crowd of skeletal warriors, wielding rusty weapons, boarded the deck of the opposite ship from the dilapidated pirate ship.

In an instant, the deck was filled with the figures of soldiers and skeleton pirates, swords and shadows flickering in the darkness and the sound of steel clashing. The storm drenched the soldiers' bodies, wetting their clothes and obscuring their vision. The skeletal pirates, on the other hand, were nothing, and the storm did not bother them in any way, but the breeze blew through them to make them lighter.

Jensen jumped from the ship's building, and in the blink of an eye, the handsome and tall figure landed on the deck. He drew his sword from its scabbard, and saw a flash of multicolored light, dazzling and dazzling.

This sword is called the 'Slashing Sword', and it is a magic sword that kills when it is unsheathed. When the heavens and the earth shake when they go out of the body, the ghosts cry and are frightened! If the dragon walks in the sky, it will descend on the world like a rain!

Jensen swept his sword, and where the sharp blade passed, it was as silent as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the bodies of several skeleton pirates were instantly cut in two.

In the darkness, dozens of sharp bone spurs sped towards him, and before he could dodge sideways, he saw a shield of light sucking all the ice picks into it.

The dwarf mage appeared on the ship's tower with his wand in hand, and the shield of light on the deck was cast by him. The magic robe he wears is a dark green embroidered with gold trim, and the magic badge he wears on his chest is depicted with six different shapes. In addition to the five natural elements of ice, fire, earth, wind, and thunder, there is also the attribute of light, which represents the divine magic of the Christian Church.

"Meka," Jensen called out, turning his head, "cast a light spell." "He's going to find the magician hiding in the darkness.

Meka Randy waved her wand and whispered a spell incantation, only to see a light shoot out from the magic crystal embedded in the top of her wand. In an instant, a bright beam of light illuminated the entire Skeleton Pirate Ship.

A man in a gray cloak appeared in the light, he seemed to sense Jensen's gaze, he glanced at him, and then disappeared into the chaos of the fight.

Jensen had caught the shadow of the other man, not so much an ugly monster as a necromancer wrapped in a gray robe. This result was not unexpected, only a necromancer could summon so many skeleton warriors.

A necromancer, as the name suggests, is an unseemly mage who resurrects the dead and summons and controls various undead creatures to carry out their instructions. Usually the practitioner is pale-cheeked, resembling bones, psychologically distorted, not approaching and suspicious of others. Some skilled people can become lichs and gain permanent life at the cost of their bodies. They looked vulnerable, but no one dared to doubt the power of the necromancer.

The necromancer throws himself fanatically into the dark magic of death and corruption as a human, hoping to get the desired power from the death that humans fear. They summon necromancy, wield the power of lost souls, and draw life directly from their enemies. Necromancers use life energy as a source of power, allowing them to bring their comrades back from the brink of death, and even to fool death itself. Life energy is a special energy that only necromancers can manipulate.