A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Magical rituals are a more complex power than mere spellcasting, and more difficult to learn and control.

But similarly, the effect and power it can produce are far greater than magic in the general sense.

Many mages can only stop at some of the simplest and most elementary magic rituals of summoning, binding, prophecy and otherworldly exploration throughout their lives.

But Zuo Si is different!

Ever since he obtained the profession of [Creator], he understood that he could not cast spells through spells and gestures like other apprentices in the tower, so he put all his energy into learning unfamiliar and difficult magic rituals.

Because this is the only way he can cast spells besides making magic items and using scrolls.

Some subversive combinations of runes, even the Archmage of the Necromancer Asta couldn't help but praise them.

Compared with the caution and prudence of traditional spell casters, Zuo Si is better at using his unique perspective as a time traveler to maximize the power of magic rituals from another angle.

Moreover, the several magic rituals he has improved usually do not require hours, or even days or weeks of arrangement and repeated inspection.

In less than half an hour, all the preparations were completed near the beach where the pirates lit the bonfire.

When the low chanting of a spell sounded, the eyeball soaked in antiseptic fluid and equipped with an optic nerve suddenly flew into the air in an anti-gravity manner, floating still about thirty meters above the pirate's head.

"It's done!"

Seeing the bone meal completely disappearing under his feet, and the priceless black onyx gems that turned into transparent gravel, Zuo Si's eyes showed a trace of pity for these pirates.

Because he knew that these extremely vicious guys would soon die in the most painful and desperate way.

After completing the magic ritual, Zuo Si immediately carefully returned to his previous hiding place and joined the soldiers and leopards he summoned.

On the other side of the beach, the tired and hungry pirates had already begun to wolf down their food.

In particular, several huge ogres almost ate a whole pot of ricin-rich sea soup by themselves.

However, "Bloody Hand" Hallet did not eat the food brought by his hands. He just drank the wine in the cup silently and took a few bites of the grilled fish in front of him from time to time.

About seven or eight minutes later, he suddenly asked the hobgoblin beside him: "Are all our people back?"

"No! There are still twenty-five people who haven't come back." The latter quickly gave an exact number.

"Twenty-five people didn't come back?"

Hallet frowned subconsciously, as if he sensed something was wrong.

In his opinion, chasing down just four homeless dogs that escaped from a merchant ship and losing at most two or three of his men was the limit.

The hobgoblin nodded quickly: "Yes! Most of them are humans and a small number of orcs. Bonn and Mark under my command are also missing. Obviously, there is either some dangerous creature on this island, or that businessman There are some powerful magic items on him. But don't worry, I have sent two teams to investigate, and I believe there will be results soon."

"Very good! You really did not disappoint me. After this business is over, I will choose to step back behind the scenes and let you inherit the name of Bloody Hand and continue to gallop on this sea."

With a look of satisfaction on his face, Hallett made a heart-warming promise to the deputy who had been with him for many years.

"Thank you for your generosity and trust! Please rest assured that even if I inherit the title of Bloodhand, I will still regard you as my eternal captain and offer my loyalty." The hobgoblin knelt down on one knee and trembled with excitement.

You must know that he has been waiting for this moment for three years.

Many pirates who make a living on the Nelanthel Islands may not survive more than three years.

Although the hobgoblin couldn't figure out why the enigmatic "Bloodhand" captain in front of him gave up the reputation he had established and chose to retreat behind the scenes.

But this does not prevent him from imagining that after inheriting the name "Blood Hand", he will continue to expand his team and form a huge fleet that can plunder the entire west coast of Ferenc.

He even became the common master recognized by all the pirates in this sea area - the Pirate King!

Hallett noticed the ambition revealed in his men's eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a joking and playful smile.

It's like he's mocking the other person's overestimation, but also like he's expecting something.

However, this expression only lasted for less than a second or two before disappearing.

As the pirates gorged themselves to fill their stomachs, they soon gathered together to drink, fight, wrestle, gamble, and talk derogatory words to each other.

For them who live on the boring sea all year round, these are the only entertainment activities.

Especially the bare-knuckle fighting and wrestling can stimulate the violence factor in the hearts of these evil camp guys to the maximum extent, making them feel unparalleled happiness.

And generally speaking, the two parties participating in the fight will not really kill each other.

At most, a few bones may be broken, or the face may be covered with blood and the person may become unconscious.

Because ricin is a relatively slow-acting poison, coupled with the sensory stimulation caused by alcohol and fighting, no one in the entire camp showed symptoms of discomfort after three and a half hours.

Except, of course, the orc cook who sprinkled the ricin crystals into the soup pot with his own hands.

The poor guy was already lying on the place where the supplies were piled. He was coughing up blood and vomiting, while transforming into a Splatoon and running away uncontrollably. His throat was sore and burning, as if it had been burned by fire.

The urine also changed from normal white or yellow to a scary dark red.

The severe pain that spread throughout his body from his stomach left him with no strength to shout for help, and he could only break into a sweat.

You don't need to ask to know that the large handful of high-purity ricin this guy swallowed earlier had an effect, so he became poisonous earlier than others, and many important organs were failing at an extremely fast rate.

If no one treats him, he will probably die soon.

But it's a pity that all the pirates' attention is currently attracted by the exciting fight that is going on, and no one pays attention to the condition of the Orc cook.

Just when his eyes darkened and he lost consciousness, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the dark jungle in the distance.

Followed by a team of eight hobgoblins and two ogres, escorting four human prisoners strung up with ropes, appeared within everyone's sight.

The four human captives were none other than Captain Bass, the first mate, the boatswain and Bernard, who had abandoned the merchant ship and sailors and sneaked ashore in a small boat to hide.

The leader of the hobgoblin walked at the front proudly, grinning and revealing his big yellow teeth: "Captain! Look what I brought you!"

Hallett laughed happily: "Hahahaha! Well done! You will get the reward you deserve, I promise. Also, tell me where you found these guys?"

"Hey! What a coincidence! These four guys were tired, hungry, and thirsty after hiding around all day. They wanted to run to the lake to replenish some water while it was dark, and touch some bird eggs by the way. To satisfy our hunger. We happened to find him and caught him."

When he said these words, the leader of the hobgoblin tugged on the rope, causing the four weak prisoners to kneel down in front of their captain with a plop.

Among them, the boatswain, who had obviously put up a fierce resistance during the capture, had both arms hanging down weakly.

Visual inspection revealed that it was either dislocated or the bones were broken.

After all, there are two extremely powerful ogres in the hunting team, and ordinary humans cannot be their opponents.

In contrast, Bernard, the immensely valuable Chamber of Commerce heir, was unscathed.

But after seeing the infamous "Blood Hand" Captain with his own eyes, his whole body immediately began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with despair.

If you are an ordinary pirate, you may be able to return home safely by paying a ransom after being captured.

But Hallet is obviously not an ordinary pirate, and he doesn't even look down on the meager ransom...