In the same dark night, as the Far Traveler returned to his homeland, a special fleet was moving along the undulating waves of the Misty Sea in the direction of the Port of Chardo.

The fleet consisted of seven ships, three large and four small, and flew a uniform flag.

It was a banner composed of blood-colored skeletons and scimitars, and there was a bat-shaped emblem on it to represent that this was the battle flag of a certain vampire clan, considering that there was actually only one vampire clan on the mainland that could make a living in the misty sea, so this was naturally the famous blood-feared pirate.

The foremost of the seven ships was led by the Marunder.

It was the flagship of the Blooddread Pirates, and the beloved ship of the Blooddread Grand Duke Pablo, also known as the "Black Ship" because of its black color.

For more than a hundred years, the ship has been a symbol of foreboding and disaster in the misty seas, but any sea where it haunts will make maritime merchants tremble, and the most exaggerated story about this ship occurred nearly a hundred years ago, because of a certain plunder of the border of the elven kingdom, the Amasasia fleet of the sea elves went out to hunt down the blood-feared pirates.

It is said that the raid was also assisted by the Atlantlan Sharks' Great Reef Province, and although the elven fleet that could control the storm defeated many pirate groups, all four roundups against the Maraud ended in failure, and the Castilian elves were busy for three full months, but they could only watch Pablo and his flagship disappear into the depths of the Misty Sea with elven treasures.

It was the most humiliating defeat in the history of the Amasasia fleet, which had been among the best on the continent since the day it was built, and it also forged the prestige of the "Bloody Captain".

However, few people know that in fact, in the battle at sea a hundred years ago, the Maraud's final escape was not entirely due to the brilliant command of Captain Pabro, and the ship also paid a heavy price for that victory that will be remembered in history.

It had been sunk in the storm invoked by the Storm Queen during the third round-up, and Pablo had to pay a terrible price to bring his ship back from Hades.

Today's Black Ship is an out-and-out "ghost ship".

Wherever it went, there was an icy gray sea fog that enveloped itself and the rest of the fleet like a curtain that cut off all exploration, and no matter how the outer sea water moved, the entire sea surface was unusually calm in the area enveloped by the ominous sea fog, and on the always wet and cold deck of the ship, the vampire fur seals under the command of Pablo stood in a languid posture, performing their duties in a standard state of "fishing".

In this regard, the Grand Duke of Blood Fear, who stood in front of the rudder, just didn't see it.

The pirates had a very different style from other organizations, and each ship had its own system of subordinate subordinates, and except in wartime or in the excitement of spoils, the captains rarely interfered with the daily behavior of these fellows, and as long as they could fulfill their duties, regardless of their attitude, Pablo would only turn a blind eye.

What's more, at this time he has a more important task in his hands than teaching his own crew.

"There are still three hours to go before the destination, and we have not deviated yet, but we are already close to the sea frontier of the Elven Kingdom, and we must be careful enough."

Next to Pablo, who was holding the steering wheel, the coquettish first mate Claire was holding a compass to confirm the course for her captain, and in her hand she had a fine chart for pirates with a red X mark on it, which was the destination of Pablo's trip.

A small island.

Located off the coast of Port Chardo, not far from the border of the Elven Kingdom of Castile, its topography is somewhat strange and it happens to be located in a semi-enclosed reef sea, which means that once Pablo's fleet is blocked in it, the fate that awaits this pirate fleet is not destined to be too good.

And with the "feelings" of the Castilian elves for the blood-feared pirates, the mighty Amasasia fleet would never let go of this opportunity.

Although a hundred years have passed, the victories and defeats of the past have become legends in the mouths of humans, but for an immortal species like the elves, those past are as if they happened yesterday, so the bitter defeat must still stimulate the keen self-esteem of the sea elves.

Pointy ears are never a good thing.

The other elves also have all the bad things that the shadow elves have, but they are more likely to hide them.

Pablo still had his trademark evil grin on his face, but having Captain Bloody take the helm himself was a testament to his caution and concern.

"I don't know what's on that damn island, so Murphy is like crazy that I have to go over and confirm it myself, Zhuo, my fleet is now the navy of Translasia, and I sent me to bow down to Murphy and become his adopted son, but I haven't seen a single son."

Pablo sensed the sailing state of his ship and turned the rudder to make it full of the night wind, and he scolded:

"I feel like I've made a losing deal, and if the other pirates who are begging for a living in the Misty Sea learn that the great Captain Pablo has become a dog of Translasia, they'll laugh their big teeth off and pull me out in every drink and brawl to choreograph.

Lao Tzu's good reputation is completely over. ”

"Well, it's not a loss-making deal, is it?"

First Officer Claire obviously has a different view on this.

She glanced at the stern behind her, and in this area covered in ominous sea fog, there was a very strange glimmer of light lingering beyond the black hull of the Mardder, which was difficult to see without looking closely, but it was there.

It was the envelopment and protection of this light that allowed Pablo to dare to sail with a fleet on the dangerous seas.

"That protective crystal that Lady Triss gave us is pretty useful."

The bloody first mate whispered:

"It's been four days since we left Bloodshaven, and we've deliberately walked around the open sea a few times without being attacked by the Burners, which is enough to prove that the protection she and Murphy have extracted from the genesis energy can protect us from being tracked by the subspace.

I sent out the Storm Raven to search the area, and in the few days we've been advancing, at least two ships have been burned down by the subspace vanguards.

This proves that the Burning Demon Soldiers' pursuit of the Blooddread Clan has not stopped, but we no longer have the risk of being 'surprised'. ”

"Hmph, that's it!"

Pablo stretched out his hand and took Claire into his arms, and gnawed her delicate face, saying:

"If it weren't for the fact that this thing really works, I'd be a well-fed dog to be a pathfinder for Murphy?

Alas, look at the heavy bullshit life that has bent the waists of us free pirates, and we have to bow down to the power of Murphy for the sake of this miserable little life, which is not to be happy.

It's a shame to see what we've all been dragged down like bears.

But then again, now that it's been confirmed that Grand Duke Charlemagne has left something behind in the astral plane, it's time to hug Murphy's thighs in the hope that one day the Blooddread Clan's lost treasure will be recovered.

I have a feeling, Claire. ”

Captain Bloody narrowed his eyes and looked at the dim stardom, and he said:

"Whatever is in that observation lab somewhere on the astral plane, it can help the members of the Bloodterror Clan out of the current predicament of being hunted down and unable to fight back.

Well, in the words of the Tranians and the Alien Heroes, this is the 'main quest' of our Blooddread Clan.

By the way, how did the landlubbers on the next few boats behave? ”

"Well, I don't think you'd better ask, lest you lose your appetite."

The very coquettish first mate Claire suddenly collapsed and said:

"Gnolls are creatures that are naturally prone to water fighting, and I have selected some old fur seals with good tempers to teach them the tricks of sailing the seas in ships, but after all this time, they still can't steer themselves, and it's hard to keep up with the fleet.

If you do let them do it, I estimate you'll lose at least two ships in a few hours. ”

"Blanch!"

Bablo's face ached, and he said angrily:

"So let's send those landlubbers to the port of Chardor, as much as the Wolves would like the Gnoll Kingdom to have its own merchant fleet, I don't think its wish will be fulfilled for at least a few years."

"But Hogg promised us a good reward, and now it's too late to regret it."

Claire sighed and said:

"If we can monopolize the maritime trade routes between the Gnoll Kingdom and other forces. Pablo, we can wash our hands, not the kind of petty fights, but the transition from a pirate gang to a maritime group in the real sense, if we take a ride on the rising Transnesia

I know you're a free man and don't like to beg for other people's dogs.

But the problem is that under the perseverance and fear of the Burning Demon Soldiers, our Blooddread fleet has been effectively divided, and now everyone can only disguise themselves as powerful to deter the other forces of the Misty Sea, but this illusion will eventually be exposed.

Once others know that the Blooddread Pirates are weak and divided, our end will come.

The cautious sea elves of the Amasasia fleet alone will not let us go, Pablo, we have been on the sea for two hundred years, and it is time to think about the way back.

Joining Murphy was the best option.

At least Translasia is a vampire-ruled country, and we don't have to worry about discrimination there.

Besides."

Claire stretched out her left hand and stroked Pablo's manly chin and beard, and with the other hand down his chest, she whispered in Pablo's ear:

"Compared to the nickname 'Captain Blood', which has been called for two hundred years, 'Admiral Blood' sounds more imposing. Murphy's kingdom has no access to the sea, but I'm sure he'll find one, and by that time Transencia will have to have a navy, both for commercial and national reasons.

It's a good deal, Pablo, and we're going to pack ourselves up and sell them for as high a price as we can before they lose their value. ”

"Hmm"

Pablo closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the service of the first mate's nimble fingers, and after a moment he whispered:

"Actually, when I left Mossy Valley, the Count of White Mountain had a secret conversation with me on behalf of the Queen of Nordtov, and the Werewolf Girl gave us a very good offer, the Nords were going to fight the Plantagenets on the mainland, but their navy was no match for the Grinnese fleet under King Louis.

Claire, the trick to doing business is to take chances, and I know that this little hoof has always wanted to return to the mainstream of vampire society in the bottom of his heart, but you have to be cautious.

After all, Murphy hasn't made an offer yet, so it's too enthusiastic for us to take the initiative to post it."

'Captain!' The Blackblade is on fire! ”

While the captain and the first mate were enjoying their rare affection for each other, an old pirate in a turban shouted from the lookout on the mainmast:

"Those dog-stuff gnolls barbecued on deck and set our ship on fire!"

"Blanch!"

Pablo awoke from his pleasant sensation at once, handed over the steering wheel to the first mate, climbed up the cable like a monkey, and took out his telescope from a high place to look back.

Sure enough, from the perspective of the telescope, smoke was rising from the ships at the rear of the fleet, and there were shadows of dancing fire.

"What the hell are you riding horses up to!"

Angry, Pablo grabbed his orb and scolded the captain of the Blackblade:

"How could it suddenly catch fire?"

"It's all the gnolls of the Blue Wolf Army, Captain, it's not my fault."

The captain of the Blackblade was angrier than Pablo, and he cursed:

"Those dogs were hiding in the cabin enjoying tobacco and accidentally lit a fire, and now the fire is under control, but I swear I'm going to hang those bastards on the mast!"

"Come on, they're undead, they're not afraid of this, but they'll take the opportunity to complain that your hanging skills are terrible."

Pablo felt tired and helpless for a moment.

In addition to going to that small island to "hunt for treasure" at the request of Murphy, the second task of his trip was to send two thousand elite blue wolf troops to the port of Chardo to represent the support of the Jackal Kingdom to the halflings.

The NPCs commanded by Captain Popock are okay to say that they know that they are not good at water warfare, so the pirates will do whatever they ask them to do, but the players of the Blue Wolf Army are very unsophisticated, and in the past few days, there have been frequent similar accidents in the fleet, and these players are basically playing demons.

On the day of his departure, Fury Daisen nearly blew up the Maraud's ammunition depot while carrying the shells, and the angry Pablo hung him from the mast.

But the guy was not afraid at all, and when he was strangled to death, he also shared the "feeling of hanging" on the forum, so that several guys in the forum who claimed to be trainee forensic doctors got valuable material.

Pablo had previously been excited that Murphy had opened up the player to the Blooddread Fleet, but after actually spending time with the landlubbers, Captain Bloody was eager to poke himself in the eye to keep himself from watching the various things they were doing on the sea.

He swore that he would never absorb these laymen into his pirate fleet.

He can't afford to lose this man!

"Forget it, we'll be at our destination soon, and we'll be done with these uncles to Port Chardo."

Pablo was very tired and said to the captain of the Blackblade:

"Don't just hide in the captain's room and drink in the captain's room when you ride a horse, so you can teach them all kinds of rules on the sea! There's something climbing up the side of your boat, like a wave fishman! Fuck it! Pull the battle alert!

Fast!

There are fish-people under the sea, and there are a lot of them! ”

The Bloody Captain quickly caught the danger with his psionic binoculars, and under his reprimand, the entire fleet quickly entered the battle mode, but the waves of fish that rushed out from under the sea were clearly prepared, and before the pirates could drop depth charges, the jet-black fish people climbed onto the decks of the seven ships with all sorts of depraved words.

The scale of the attack shocked Pablo a little.

His fleet had sailed into the central part of the Genoa Peninsula and the Castilian Peninsula, a civilization that had been exploited for hundreds of years, and where there were few large clans of the Wave Fish, but the scale of the invasion made him feel like he was suddenly back in the savage waters of the Misty Sea.

"Why are there so many fish-people here?"

Pablo roared and grabbed the cable and swung to the stern, standing back to back with Claire, who had killed several fishmen, as a thunderous storm swept over the night sea, the fishmen's abyssal walkers calling for a wind that disturbed the currents.

Against the backdrop of lightning and thunder, Captain Bloody shouted:

"What's going on with this Amasasia fleet! How can they allow so many dangerous things to appear in their territorial waters? Scald! He's got a baby's leg! The slackness of these little cutie elves is now going to send us poor pirates to hell. ”

"Come live, come live! Brothers, copy guys! After four days at sea, people would be stupid, and now they can finally have fun. ”

In the midst of Pablo's foul language, a sharp cacophony rang out below the deck of the Maraud.

Seconds later, as Pablo and Claire watched, the Wolves rushed onto the deck with a roar, a gesture of excitement, joy, and frenzy to slay the many Wave Fishmen.

These guys were so furious, they went on a rampage and cut down dozens of fishmen, and the old fur seals who were about to fight to the death were stunned.

"Jump Gang! Jump Gang! ”

Furui Daisen, who had just been resurrected this morning, grabbed the cable and prepared to imitate the scene in the movie, and let himself go to the boat next to him to support with a handsome jump, but as soon as he jumped out, he was thrown into the sea because of the lack of friction of the wet cable, screaming and fluttering twice, and then he was dragged by the fishman under the waves in the black sea water, and there was no life.

"Blanch! These teases are better than you when you jumped in the right direction."

Pablo covered his eyes in despair.

But the first mate Claire beside him stretched her body and her beautiful eyes lit up, she knew that today's battle with the help of crazy players would be won!

(End of chapter)