Chapter 185

After a sudden rainstorm on the sea.

In a flash, the sky has cleared up again, and the weather in this sea area is so unpredictable.

A three masted schooner with sharp corners was sailing alone on the calm sea. On the black main sail, a Silver Eagle stretches its wings, and its simple but vivid lines outline its indescribable beauty and power. Even from time to time, it seems that you can hear a few cocky cries.

Like most ordinary pirates, this is a pirate ship transformed from a merchant ship, but different from other common pirate ships, it is equipped with too many new world Aboriginal style things.

Totem sharp horn, colorful cloth curtain, unique style of painting, beast's Dried head with belt meat, er, maybe it's not just the beast's....

the pirate ship with unique appearance is the "spirit of the eagle" which is just returning from the "Moby Dick Massacre".

It's just different from the crew who have got a lot of treasure and are happily preparing to go to the golden caves. At this time, in the captain's room, the two most important men on the ship are having a fierce argument.

"Wizard! Are we really not going to send these treasures back to the tribe? " A fierce Aboriginal youth with a pair of Eagle tattoos on his dark brown upper body danced his arms and asked his captain excitedly.

No matter according to the rules of the sea or the rules of the tribe, the identity of the captain and Wizard makes the young man have to show the greatest respect to the person sitting behind the table. The current action is the ultimate expression of his dissatisfaction.

"Tribe? Where else do we have tribes?

Karawusu, your wife and children have all died under the muskets of the blonde demons who call themselves "civilized people!"

Captain aclava recorded something on parchment with a quill pen. He looked up at his fellow and chief officer and continued to write.

"But there are still many survivors in the tribe. They are still the people of the eagle spirit! They are struggling to survive under the oppression of the "golden devil". In the past, after we got the treasure, didn't we all do that? "

The indigenous youth stepped forward and continued to fight in their own way. As a brave "Eagle warrior", he does not allow himself to betray the clan's compatriots at will, even the clan's wizard!

"Ha ha! The people of the spirit of the eagle?

The last time we went back, they had been domesticated by the "golden haired demons", completely forgetting their beliefs and becoming the slaves of others! They are no longer worthy of being converted to the wings of the eagle!

We are the descendants of the eagle! Even aging and death can't make us give in, let alone a mere alien? From the moment they choose to comply, all the "clansmen" are dead! "

The wizard's merciless words made the young warrior hit hard, and the conflict between feelings and beliefs made him at a loss. On the one hand, those who betray their faith are not worthy of sympathy, but on the other hand, they are the tribe that raised the orphans themselves!

"Remember, karawusu! As long as we live, the tribe will continue! The spirit of the eagle always protects us!

As long as we continue to plunder, collect wealth and absorb the knowledge and technology of the "golden devil", sooner or later, we will be able to regain our homeland and drive out all those evil invaders! "

This time, the wizard finally put down his pen and paper, looked into the eyes of the young chief officer, and said devoutly and firmly.

"Yes, wizard! The spirit of the eagle always protects us

responded with such a firm response on his lips. Cara Wusu looked at the wizard's buffalo boots, inlaid with Topaz's gold rings, his handwriting tools, and his soft white shirt. And seaman passed by the side windows, both Aboriginal and so-called "golden devil".

Although it's a bit inconceivable to the native pirates who should hate the "golden devil".

But the reason why the crew can't keep pure is that apart from being boycotted by other peers on the sea, the most important thing is that all kinds of technical work on the ship can't do without these "golden haired demons"!

If you leave them, not to mention the complicated operation of sails and cables, but the relatively simple use of artillery is difficult for the pure aborigines...

although young, karawusu often thinks about the future of the tribe independently. The wizard's idea is very good, and he agrees with it very much. Maybe a good goal can be achieved one day in the future.

But.

If we go on like this, even if we win in the end, do we absorb the "blonde devil" technology or are we assimilated by the "blonde devil"? Ten or twenty years later, are we still the people of "the spirit of the eagle"?!

For this question, even the great "spirit of the eagle" can not give him an answer.

The atmosphere in the captain's room fell silent.

"Lower the sail and slow down!"

Suddenly, a cry from the deck broke the strange atmosphere.It was the sound of the sails on the ship.

Only in case of emergency, the sailor will bypass the first mate and the captain and give orders directly. Both of them are shocked when they hear the news.

Regardless of the future debate, they rushed out of the captain's room.

Hoo -

white fog, a thick white fog, like a snow-white wall extending beyond the horizon, rolling from the sea in front of us.

Before they issued new orders, they submerged their "spirit of the eagle" like waves.

"How can there be such a big sea fog? Didn't it just rain heavily? "

Some people think the fog is strange, others swear that it is just a common natural phenomenon in their rich sailing career, and they have met it countless times.

Hearing the voices of the crew, the captain and Sorcerer's aclava has no expression. As a spiritually sensitive native sorcerer, he doesn't think the fog will be a simple coincidence.

"Shut up! Bring a sheep up

There was a moment of silence on the deck, and it was obvious that the aboriginal captain had great prestige on the pirate ship.

However, the sailors could not tell whether it was the majesty of the captain or the strangeness of the wizard...

"Baa Baa..."

soon a sailor dragged a live sheep from the cabin to the deck and respectfully delivered it to aclava.

With only one left hand, the wizard can easily press the very strong white ram on the deck and recite words in his mouth. It sounds very disorderly and strange to others, but it seems to communicate with some great existence in the dark and attract his attention.

At the same time, aclava held a fine silver dagger in his right hand. He skillfully cut open the ram's belly, and his bloody and colorful viscera instantly flowed out.

Wow -

baa (MIE)!!!

Strangely enough, when the pain reached the extreme, the ram did not move at all after aclavason opened his hand. He just stretched his neck. His clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, leading to a gray and dreamlike world.

The wizard didn't take care of the ram's reaction. He just focused on the internal organs flowing out of the ram. He even reached out and picked up some of them, and kept on swearing in his mouth.

At the same time, deep in the fog, a warship moves as fast as a spider perceiving its prey.

The vast fog can not create any obstacles for the "conch". With the assistance of "bow image · goddess of monsoon", we can quickly approach the black sail pirate ship, which has lowered its sails because of the fog and dare not move again.

In addition to the holder, you can also specify that the field of vision of no more than three colleagues will not be affected by the fog.

When Milan, the official wizard, uses this sea secret, the range and concentration of fog is ten times stronger than tru, who was originally a "shark tooth pirate"?!

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!