Extraordinary Sailing

Chapter 185: Eagle Spirit

After a sudden torrential rain on the sea.

  

   In an instant, the sky has cleared again, and the weather in this sea area 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 outlines an indescribable supernatural and mighty eagle, and even the ears seem to hear several proud 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 curtains, unique paintings, beasts' air-dried skulls with fleshy skins, uh, maybe more than beasts...

  

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

  

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

  

   "Wizard! The treasures we got are really not sent back to the tribe?!" The dark brown upper body was pierced with an eagle tattoo, a vigorous indigenous young man, 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 the ultimate expression of his dissatisfaction. .

  

   "Tribe? Where do we have tribe?

  

   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'. We used to do this after we got the treasure. ?"

  

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

  

   "Hehe! The people of'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 choose to obey, the ‘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 still 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’, one day, 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 first officer, and said piously and firmly.

  

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

  

With this seemingly firm response, Karawusu dropped his gaze on the wizard’s buffalo boots, the gold ring inlaid with yellow sapphires, the handy writing instrument in his hand, 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 can’t remain pure is that apart from the fact that pure indigenous pirates are easily boycotted by other peers on the sea, the most important thing is that all the technical work on the ship is inseparable from these "blonde demons"!

  

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

  

   Although 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 this continues, even if we win in the end, did we absorb the technology of the "Blond Devil" 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" could not 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.

  

  Only in an emergency, the cable leader would bypass the chief mate and the captain would 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 rushed out of the captain's room.

  

  Hu——

  

  White fog, a large thick white fog that can't be seen from 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 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 the fog was weird, and some people vowed that in their rich sailing career, this was just a very ordinary natural phenomenon, and they had encountered countless times.

  

   Listening to the comments of the crew, 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 extremely prestigious on this pirate ship.

  

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

  

"BAA Baa baa..."

  

   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 easily pressed the very sturdy white ram on the deck with just one left hand. He said something in his mouth. It was a very disorderly and weird speech to others, but it seemed to communicate a certain existence at once. The great existence in the dark attracted his attention.

  

  At the same time, Aklava held a fine silver dagger in his right hand and cut open 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 the ram did not move at all after Aklava let go of his hand~www.ltnovel.com~ It just squeezed his neck hard, his original clear eyes seemed to be clouded over. Leading to a gray world like a dream.

  

   The wizard did not care about the Ram’s reaction, just stared at the internal organs flowing out of it, and even reached out his hand to lift a part of it, cursing continuously.

  

   Through these internal organs, he slowly connects his spirituality to its soul, which is between life and death, and explores 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 vast 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 companions is not affected by the fog.

  

   And the official wizard of Milan uses this ocean treasure, the range and density of the fog is more than ten times stronger than that of Trullo, who belonged to the "Sharktooth Pirate"? !

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