V3.Chapter 30

"retreat!"

Prince Hans's expression was uncertain, but he finally gritted his teeth and said: "Go back to Dragon Bone Island first! The current situation is very unfavorable for us, and we will deal with them when we find out the situation of the enemy!"

Damn fog.

This strange fog completely destroyed them, they couldn't find any trace of the enemy, and they couldn't command the battle. Everyone was like headless flies scurrying in the fog. This is simply suffocating and beating. If the enemy is really a ghost ship, they will only lose more if they stay here. The undead ignore the fog, they observe the world according to the color of the soul, the vision of the undead is more like the vision of the spiritual world, a gray tone, they can see the light of the soul.

In this case, the enemy can detect them, but they cannot detect the enemy.

Woohoo!

A desolate horn sounded, and with the sound of the retreating horn, the surrounding battleships could not help but stop.

"what happened?"

"Why did you suddenly retreat?"

"What about people?"

"Why is old Deco's boat gone? Wasn't it still nearby?"

A burst of sound came back.

Those targets targeted by the Deathtalker are naturally all doomed, but those warships that were not targeted by the Deathtalker have been running around until now, and have not encountered any enemies at all. It was only after the others heard the sound of the retreating horn and gradually gathered near Prince Hans's battleship that they realized that there seemed to be a lot of people around them, and even one of the fleet that had set off with them had completely disappeared.

"what happened?"

"What about Kenner and the others? Why did they come back?"

The admirals of some southern island countries looked around suspiciously. After blowing the horn to retreat, Prince Hans's warships began to retreat, and other warships naturally followed. As he gradually left the fog-shrouded range, everything in the vicinity gradually became clear, but when Prince Hans counted the battleships under his command, his face became quite stiff.

A full sixteen battleships were gone.

Five of these were ships of war for the vrykul pirates. All the others are his subordinates.

The fog in front of them is still thick, and it has become quiet inside. Without the sound of artillery fire to cover up, they vaguely heard a wailing cry from the fog that made people feel cold. It's not a man's wailing sound, but a rather sharp half-male and half-female voice, like the background music in a ghost story.

The artillery fire was too deafening at first, and now everyone who heard the sound was silent.

"It's a resentful spirit!..."

The high-level warlock standing behind Prince Hans had a solemn expression and murmured, "And there are still quite a few resentful spirits!..."

Wraith is a special kind of undead life.

Their wailing sounds can directly cause an effect similar to the 'intimidation technique', and ordinary people with too low willpower may be immediately stunned.

"retreat!"

Prince Hans stopped the fleet outside the fog and waited for a moment. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back first."

It seems that the battleships that have not kept up will not be able to return.

The ghost ship hadn't left the fog's confines, which frustrates his attempts to hit and sink the target. Until now, he was not sure whether the ghost ship appeared here by accident, or whether it was reinforcements invited by Arendelle, because everything was too coincidental. As soon as they arrived at the location of the flare, they encountered Arendelle's navy, and then they encountered this strange ghost ship. If this is really Arendelle's reinforcements, then the situation is a little bad, and the thought of this Prince Hans can't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

With the departure of the fleet of the southern island nation.

Some pale white phantoms faintly appeared in the fog, followed by a dark ghost ship.

"come back."

As Sauron's voice fell. The ocean grievances flying around the ghost ship all floated down honestly, and then merged into the ghost sails one by one.

He did not chase after him to destroy the enemy, because no matter how strong Sauron was, he was still only a man and a ship.

Legendary pros may be powerful. But there are not one or two people who are surrounded and killed by the enemy. Even the saint who is incarnated by the gods can be surrounded and killed by the tactics of the sea, so a quasi-legend like him naturally dare not take risks easily. In fact, his purpose has been achieved. The navy of the southern island country has been hit so hard, and morale will definitely become much lower, and the news that the south has been looted by pirates will come in a few days at most. At that time, the sailors of the navy must have returned to their hearts like arrows. Prince Hans will stay here to fight Arendelle unless he is crazy, and he will not care about the pirate army raging in the waters of the southern island country.

Once his navy has retreated, it has never been easier to re-emerge.

Sauron prepared a feast for him on the west coast!

He mobilized the pirate army to control the west coast, with his back to the Northland Witch Council, as long as he finished his work, he could teach Prince Hans a hard lesson at any time.

Night falls.

Sauron stood on the deck and stared at the sky. Tonight, the stars seemed a little dim, and many of the once bright stars seemed to be gray at the moment.

These lights are getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that it will be extinguished in a short time, and even the bright moon under the night sky seems to have a gray veil.

Time passes little by little.

Sauron quietly waited for midnight to come. Dealing with Prince Hans was definitely not just about slamming him on the sea. Sauron was a quasi-legendary wanderer. If a professional like him did anything to deal with a person, the result would definitely be Pretty scary. If he hadn't determined that Prince Hans, as the heir of a country, would definitely have high-level professional guards by his side, I'm afraid he would prefer to directly decapitate the target. But this kind of behavior is too risky, he is not sure how many legendary items Prince Hans has on him, let alone how strong the person responsible for protecting him is.

Sauron has always been cautious, and he will not do anything he is not sure about.

"Deep sea diving!"

Following Sauron's order, the ghost ship Death Whisperer dived back to the bottom of the sea, and then gradually approached the position of Keel Island.

A huge black shadow in the sea also moved along with it, and finally stopped at a position about three kilometers away from the Dragon Bone Island.

"Get ready for battle."

Sauron put on a strong suit, and along with a cold light, he pulled out his machete and died. The ghost ship was silent. He looked at the undead who were ready to stand by without drowning, and said solemnly: "Be ready to meet me at any time. If you see fire, you can shell the enemy's pier from the south."

The undead Naga Banshee nodded and said, "Yes. Master!"

- "Shadow hides!"

Sauron's figure escaped into the dark night, accompanied by a magic light, he gradually floated up from the ghost ship, and then landed on the sea lightly.

- "Acceleration!"

Sauron's toes lightly tapped on the sea, and then the whole person flew out.

He walked at high speed on the sea level, and the whole person approached the position of Dragon Bone Island like a sharp arrow. Back then, he had served as an assassin in the Underdark. If it wasn't for the drow mistress who wooed him and wanted to drain him, I'm afraid that Sauron would eventually become a nightwalker in the Underdark. Back then, he had been active in the Underdark all the year round, so Sauron already knew the means of assassinating Youdou. Today, dealing with the navies of these southern island nations was just a small test.

pat.

Sauron's figure fluttered on the wooden planks on the side of the port. There were many warships docked on the dock, as well as many guards in charge of training.

Instead of rushing to attack, he waited patiently.

"found it!"

A cold light appeared in Sauron's eyes, and then he quietly touched a dark corner. He approached silently, and then fired the knife in an instant!

Puchi.

A stream of blood splashed out, and Sauron slowly put down the corpse in his hand.

A whistle!

His long-term experience told him that this kind of action must first pull out the opponent's dark post. Prince Hans led the army to attack Arendelle this time, and it was impossible for him to have one or two high-level rogues by his side.

"Next."

Sauron's figure once again disappeared into the dark night, and only after finishing these dark whistleblowers would tonight be a feast for his wanton hunting.

It seemed that he had been fighting like this for a long time since he left the Underdark.

Fortunately, the craftsmanship is not rusty yet!

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