The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The latest website: A small island in the southern waters of Elam.

Vincent opened his eyes, rubbed his slightly numb cheeks, picked up the cup at hand but couldn't pour out a drop of wine, and glanced around casually, he saw a group of drunkards stumbling around. As the former captain of the Aviator, he had countless fantasies about the peaceful life after leaving the legendary warship.

But until all this happened, reality and imagination formed a huge rift.

He originally thought that he had lost the protection of his power. If he rashly appeared in a certain seaport, it would not be long before he would be chased by his enemies and arrested by bounty hunters.

But in fact, without the protection of the Flyer, not only did his strength drop a lot, but he also became too old, his body became thinner, his skin became looser, his face was wrinkled, and his beard became gray .

After stepping on this land, he walked around the tavern near the harbor for several times, but no one regarded him as a legendary pirate who was once mighty.

Vincent is also not clear, this should be lucky or sad.

He stood up staggeringly. Before leaving, he bought a bottle of inferior malt wine, took a sip, and then left the tavern. He came to a hidden wooden door and knocked on it according to a specific rhythm. Door.

"Come in quickly, aren't you being followed?" The one-eyed pirate who opened the door was once a famous captain, but not long ago, he rejected the olive branch handed over by the legendary warship. His pirate ship was under the shelling of the Flyer It was broken into pieces, and my life was great, so I dived into the deep sea to escape the disaster.

Following the one-eyed pirate to a secret room, when Vincent entered, it was already full of people, with nearby charts hanging on the wall, some people were discussing the battle of supply ships, and some people were sighing.

This is a reactionary organization that is active in the underground. The funny thing is that the target of these guys' resistance is not any official organization, but the five legendary warships that have been active in the southern seas recently.

At first, Vincent just got in for a strange reason. After learning about the real purpose of this so-called reactionary organization, he also thought of reporting it directly to Robert or Solar.

But for some unknown reason, after lurking in this organization for a few days, he gave up the idea of ​​reporting and instead joined it with a weird mentality.

Maybe deep down in his heart, there is also a heart of resistance, but he understands the horror of that bald man better than anyone else, and he dare not say it with his mouth or think about it in his heart.

He can only find a little comfort by integrating into this group in a form similar to lurking. In this organization, he has not spoken much, listening to the group of people talking about where to loot ships, recruit crew members, how to integrate forces or sneak into them of a legendary warship.

A bunch of poor bastards.

Vincent usually sits in the corner, listening to unrealistic and whimsical ideas, and only at this moment, in the words of these poorer guys than him, can he find a little pride.

More often, he will fall into endless regret.

"If I could have been firmer back then, I would still be that famous legendary pirate, no, I would be more beautiful than ever!" Whenever he realized this problem, he would drink frantically, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

"Have you noticed anything?" A burly bearded man stood up, "Recently, those five legendary warships seem to have disappeared in the southern waters. Do you think they will be besieged by some official force? ?"

"Impossible, Konos has always ignored them. Elan is too far away from here, there is no need to cross Konos to enter the Southern Islands. As for other countries, it is even more impossible." Someone retorted road.

"I heard a rumor that a few days ago, those legendary warships were seen gathering together and heading north, seemingly heading to the waters near Akkad."

"What are they doing there?"

"Who knows? Maybe I want to challenge the most powerful navy." Someone took a sip of wine and made a joke, and his words immediately caused laughter from everyone present.

The reputation of the Akkadian navy is made of countless killings and blood, and anyone who wants to challenge the Akkadian navy will be regarded as a lunatic who is overly capable.

"These have nothing to do with us, but it is a rare opportunity for us that those ships leave the southern waters, and we may be able to take advantage of the opportunity to do something." Someone suggested.

"They are too powerful, we must unite and avoid colliding with them, it will be a constant war, not for wealth, women, we love the sea and are born free!"

"Guys, let's contact the other rebels and set fire to their base while they leave. Even if we can't get any supplies, let these proud guys know that we will never give in!"

"Yes, we will never give in!"

"Love the sea, be born free!" the crowd shouted.

Vincent sat in the corner, watching all this silently, without making a sound.

"Does anyone know where their base is?" the burly bearded man asked loudly after the noise.

"It should be in Blue Bay, and a lot of supplies have been shipped there recently."

"Yes, it should be that!" Someone echoed.

There was a hint of surprise in Vincent's eyes. He didn't expect that these rabble people, who he looked down on, had actually investigated some clues.

Everyone was chattering, and a rough area was pieced together from a lot of fragmented clues.

"We have to act immediately, the five legendary warships are not there, we are numerous, gather all the rebels, rush up together, take away what you can, and burn what you can't, in short, let those guys understand Our attitude!"

"That's right!" Someone turned his head and saw Vincent sitting in the corner, "Old alcoholic, are you participating?"

"Me?" Vincent opened his mouth, and before he could answer, there was a sudden loud bang, the door was violently slammed open, and a thin man burst in, sweating profusely.

Click click!

Everyone subconsciously took out their guns and pointed them in the direction of the door. After seeing who was coming, they couldn't help but scolded: "Damn, I almost broke your head with a shot, didn't you know the secret code before you came in?"

"It's over, it's over!" The man trembled, holding a crumpled briefing paper in his hand, "It's over, it's over!"

He pushed the crowd away and rushed into the room, tearing at the map hanging on the wall like crazy, and throwing the information on the table everywhere.

"What are you doing?!" The burly man kicked him away. "Didn't I tell you to contact the other rebels? Everyone has already planned to go to the blue bay while the five legendary warships disappear..."

"It's useless!" The thin man laughed hysterically, "There are no more resisters, no one dares to resist them!"

"What did you say?!" The burly man grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"Look at it for yourself!" The thin man threw the briefing paper in his hand on the opponent's face. "Not long ago, Demoro led five legendary warships and destroyed three naval bases in Akkad from south to north..."

"And then in the evening, I was attacked by the elite forces of the Akkadian Navy." The man stared at scarlet eyes and roared word by word:

"The eight Akkadian admirals who participated in the war died and escaped. Among the seven who died, there were six fifth-order and one sixth-order!"

"It was Henrik the Slaughterer who killed that sixth-order!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, the room fell into a dead silence.

"What? What did you say?!" A hoarse question came from the corner.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and Vincent didn't know what was wrong with him. When he heard the news, the first thing that appeared in his heart was not excitement, but a huge loss.

"You said that Demoro and the others left the southern waters to attack the Akkadian Navy? How is this possible?" The burly man picked up the dropped brief in a panic, and scanned the text on it tremblingly.

"Impossible, is the information wrong? Yes, it must be!" He muttered softly.

Pirates and the navy have been opposed to each other from the very beginning. It is too late for ordinary pirates to avoid the navy. Occasionally, stronger pirates can fight against the navy in an encounter, which can be praised by many people.

Can take the initiative to attack the naval base? Or destroying three in a row, which was impossible in the past, but what did they hear just now?

Some people not only did it, they even succeeded.

What's even more terrifying is that after being attacked by the elite of the navy... you can still kill the opponent!

"What about the one who escaped?" someone asked.

"It's also a Tier 6!"

"Two Tier 6s, six Tier 5s, plus the lieutenant generals who were killed when the three naval bases were destroyed earlier... The Admirals of the Akkadian Navy will not all die, right?"

"almost."

The room was terribly depressed, only the heavy breathing of everyone.

Snapped.

Vincent fell on the chair against the wall, his eyes were empty, and he always felt that he should be the one standing on the Flyer and enjoying the honor, rather than huddled in the corner of a cramped and cramped room as he is now.

Listening as a bystander should be honored.

Endless remorse completely drowned him.

"How about Demoro's casualties?" Vincent asked with difficulty.

"Zero casualties." The man's answer was like a gust of cold wind, making everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

"From now on, are there still people on the sea who are their opponents?" a pirate asked everyone's heart.

"It's over, it's over, there are no more resistance organizations." The thin man shook his head, "You don't know, when this news came back, I was on every pirate's face. They all saw the same smile."

"It's an honor and a sense of belonging, like the people of a country hearing that their military has won a battle."

"Although there is no territory and territory, I think that the pirate kingdom of Demoro should have been successfully established."

Vincent stood up, "The era of chaos in the southern seas is over."

The same situation played out in turns on various island ports in the southern seas, and everyone realized that the chaos was over and a new era had finally arrived.

At the same time, Sigmon also noticed the strangeness of his body, his consciousness sank, and he quickly found the problem.

"Is the promotion so sudden?" He smiled, stood at the bow of the God of War, and let his mind go, "Then let's get started!"

The next moment, the spiritual power gathered, and he blasted open the door of the fifth-order.

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