Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 185: Spirit of the Eagle

After a sudden torrential rain on the sea.

　　

　　 In an instant, the sky has cleared again, and the weather in this sea is so unpredictable.

　　

　　 A three-masted galleon decorated with sharp horns sailed alone on the calm sea. On the black mainsail, a silver eagle stretches its wings, and the simple but vivid lines outline an indescribable supernatural and mighty eagle, and even the ears seem to hear several haughty eagles from time to time.

　　

　　Like most ordinary pirates, this is a pirate ship transformed from a merchant ship, but unlike other common pirate ships, it has too many new-land indigenous styles on it.

　　

　　 totem sharp horns, colorful drapes, unique paintings, beasts' air-dried skulls with fleshy belts, uh, maybe more than beasts...

　　

　　 This unique-looking pirate ship is the "Eagle Spirit" that is returning after participating in the "Beluga Harbor Massacre".

　　

　　 is just different from the crew members who have obtained large sums of treasure and are happily preparing to go to the major gold caves to splurge. At this time, the two highest-ranking people on the ship are having a fierce dispute in the captain's room.

　　

　　 "Wizard! The treasures we got are really not sent back to the tribe?!" The dark brown upper body is pierced with an eagle tattoo, a vigorous indigenous youth, dancing with his arms and asking his captain excitedly. .

　　

　　 Whether it is in accordance with the rules of the sea or the rules of the tribe, the status of the captain and wizard makes the young man have to pay the utmost respect to the person sitting behind the table. The current behavior is already expressing his dissatisfaction. The ultimate manifestation.

　　

　　"Clan? Where do we have clan?

　　

　　 Karawusu, your wife and children have died under the guns of those blond demons who call themselves "civilized people"! "

　　

　　 Captain Aklava used a quill pen to record something on the parchment, looked up at his fellow clan and chief mate at random, and continued to write.

　　

　　"However, there are still many survivors in the tribe. They are still the people of the'Eagle Spirit'! They are struggling to survive under the pressure of the'Blonde Devil'. This was not always the case after we obtained the treasure. Did you do it?"

　　

　　 Aboriginal youth stepped forward and continued to fight in their own way. As a brave "Eagle Warrior", he does not allow himself to betray his fellow tribes at will, even tribal wizards!

　　

　　"Hehe! People of the'Eagle Spirit'?

　　

　　 When we went back last time, they had been domesticated by those ‘blonde demons’, completely forgetting their beliefs and becoming servants of others! They are no longer worthy to convert under the wings of the "Eagle Spirit"!

　　

　　We are descendants of the condor! Even aging and death cannot make us succumb, let alone a mere alien? From the moment they chose to obey, the ‘clan people’ have all died! ! ! "

　　

　　 The relentless words of the wizard caused the young warrior to be hit hard, and the conflict between feelings and beliefs made him feel at a loss. On the one hand, those who have turned their backs on their faith are not worthy of sympathy, but on the other hand, they are after all the tribes who raised themselves from orphans!

　　

　　"Remember, Karawusu! As long as we are alive, the tribe will continue! The'eagle spirit' always protects us!

　　

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

　　

　　 This time the wizard finally put down the pen and paper in his hand, looked into the eyes of the young mate, and said piously and firmly.

　　

　　 "Yes, wizard! The'eagle spirit' always protects us!"

　　

　　's mouth seemed to respond firmly, but Karawusu dropped his gaze on the wizard's buffalo boots, the gold ring inlaid with yellow sapphires, the handy writing tool, and the fluffy white shirt. .. And outside the porthole, there happened to be sailors passing by, among them there were both natives and so-called "blonde demons"!

　　

　　 Although for the indigenous pirates who should have hated the "Blond Devil", this situation is a bit weird.

　　

　　 But the reason why the crew cannot remain pure is that apart from the sea where pure indigenous pirates are easily boycotted by other peers, the most important thing is that all the technical work on the ship cannot be separated from these "blonde demons"!

　　

　　 If you leave them, not to mention the complicated sailing operation, but the relatively simple artillery use is difficult for pure indigenous people...

　　

　　Although he is young, Karawusu often thinks about the future of the tribe independently. The wizard's vision is very good, and he also agrees very much. Maybe someday in the future, the beautiful goal can really be achieved.

　　

　　 But.

　　

　　If you continue like this, even if you win in the end, did we absorb the "Blond Devil" technology or were we absorbed and assimilated by the "Blond Devil"? Ten or twenty years later, are we really still citizens of the "Eagle Spirit"? !

　　

　　 For this question, even the great "Eagle Spirit" can't give him an answer.

　　

　　 The atmosphere in the captain's room suddenly fell silent.

　　

　　"Lower the sail to slow down!"

　　

　　 Suddenly, a shout from the deck broke the weird atmosphere.

　　

　　 That is the sound of the long sails on the boat.

　　

　　 And only in emergency situations, the cable leader will bypass the chief mate and the captain will give orders directly, and both of them were shocked when they heard the movement.

　　

　　 no longer caring about the argument about the future, the two quickly rushed out of the captain's room.

　　

　　hu——

　　

　　White fog, a large thick white fog that can't be seen with your fingers, like a snow-white wall that extends beyond the horizon, rolling from the sea directly in front.

　　

　　 Before the two gave a new order, they drowned the "Eagle Spirit" where they were in an instant like a sea wave.

　　

　　"Why is there such a big sea fog? Didn't it just rain heavily?"

　　

　　 The pirates on the ship talked a lot. Some people thought that the fog was weird. Some people vowed that in their rich sailing career, this was just a very ordinary natural celestial phenomenon, and they had encountered countless times.

　　

　　 listening to the voice of the crew members, Aklava, the captain and wizard, had no expression on his face. As a spiritually sensitive indigenous wizard, he didn't think the fog would be a simple coincidence.

　　

　　 "Shut up! Bring a sheep up!"

　　

　　 There was no sound on the deck for an instant, and it was obvious that the indigenous captain was very powerful on this pirate ship.

　　

　　 However, the sailors can’t tell whether it is because of the majesty of his captain or the weirdness of a wizard...

　　

　　"咩咩咩..."

　　

　　 Soon a sailor dragged a live sheep from the cabin onto the deck according to his instructions, and sent it respectfully to Aklava's hands.

　　

　　The wizard can easily press the very strong white ram on the deck with only one left hand, uttering words in his mouth. The strange words are very messy and disorderly to others, but they seem to have communicated with someone at once. This great existence in the world attracted his attention.

　　

　　 At the same time, Aklava held a fine silver dagger in his right hand and opened the ram's belly with great skill, **** and colorful internal organs with fascia flowing out instantly.

　　

　　 Wow —

　　

　　&nbie)! ! !

　　

　　 The strange thing is that the pain was so painful that this ram didn’t move at all after Aklava let go of his hand~IndoMTL.com~ It just squeezed his neck hard, and his clear eyes seemed to be clouded over. , Leading to a gray world like a dream.

　　

　　 The wizard didn't care about the Ram's reaction, just stared at the internal organs flowing out of it, and even reached out his hand to hold a part of it, cursing continuously.

　　

　　 through these internal organs, slowly connect his spirituality to its soul that is between life and death, and explore the secrets in the dark...

　　

　　 At the same time, deep in the mist, a warship moved quickly as if it had sensed a spider caught its prey.

　　

　　The thick fog cannot create the slightest obstacle for the "Conch". With the assistance of the "Head Statue·Monsoon Goddess", it quickly approached the black sail pirate ship that had already lowered its sails because of the fog and dared not move.

　　

　　 [Ocean Secret Treasure · Fog Silver Lamp] In addition to the holder, it is also possible to specify that the field of vision of no more than three accompanying persons will not be affected by the fog.

　　

　　 And this sea treasure was used by the official wizard of Milan, the range and density of the fog is more than ten times stronger than that of Trullo, who belonged to the "Shark Tooth Pirate"? !