Extraordinary Sailing

Seeing Aiwen, who was obviously in a daze and wearing the uniform of a naval officer, the wizard Gagon quietly put a bony dart to his mouth.

"Whoosh!"

"clang--!"

The tempered fighting intuition made Aiwen swing his sword at the last moment of blowing arrows, chopping the poisoned arrows like lightning.

Even though he was unharmed, when he turned around and saw the strangely dressed old native man, Aiwen couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although he was a little worried about Uncle Geer facing this weird and disgusting "monster" alone, Ivan felt that it would be better for him to get rid of this old guy who hides his head and shows his tail first.

"Quack quack, stupid navy, Gagong has seen the omen of your death!"

What Ivan didn't expect was that this strange old man not only did not escape after the attack failed, but climbed out of the cabin, talking to himself while constantly attacking himself with blowing arrows.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The dark brown skin should be the aborigines of the Southern Continent or the New Continent. The bone ornaments and tattoos covering more than 80% of the body are a bit like the image of the aboriginal witch doctor in the adventure stories I heard when I was a child.

Aiwen quietly raised the twelve points of caution.

Because in the legend, this kind of weird guy, which is very rare in the civilized world, may not be capable of fighting head-on, but he possesses all kinds of weird and terrifying witchcraft, making it hard to guard against.

Even if Aiwen prides himself on possessing the peak force of a mortal, he dare not take this guy lightly.

"Sword Style Floating Boat!"

With an extremely agile figure, he easily dodges all the blowing arrows that come at him.

really.

Seeing that the blow arrows he shot one after another could not hurt Aiwen at all, the old witch doctor Gaga took out a dark green "ball" from his python skin pocket and threw it at Aiwen with a strange smile.

"Should die! Your sign of death should be here!"

Ivan's keen vision instantly captured what it was. The pupils shrank suddenly. This turned out to be a person whose head was shrunk by some unknown method. The eyebrows and eyes were clearly identifiable, but it was only shrunk several times.

Bang——

A thick, sticky, green mist like atomized grease emerged from the man's head and spread rapidly across the deck.

Aiwen didn't dare to try this weird thing in person, so he flew up to the mast, stood on the "yard" of the mainsail, and avoided the poisonous fog that was obviously heavier than air.

"Ah - help!"

"Ho ho I can't breathe"

Aiwen can dodge, but it doesn't mean that everyone on the deck can dodge. Many pirates and sailors who fought against them were affected, and after a miserable howl, there was no more sound.

"Damn you!"

Alvin was furious when he saw it.

Although he has realized that this is a witchcraft effect, Aiwen can't turn a blind eye to this behavior of turning the same kind into spell-casting materials, let alone sit back and watch his comrades be slaughtered mercilessly.

call--

The sea breeze quickly blew away the poisonous mist. The pirates and sailors who escaped were still in shock. They hid in the corner and dared not come out again. Aiwen, who was standing on a high place, immediately discovered the trace of the witch doctor.

The old witch doctor was still hiding behind a few wooden barrels and peeking at the movement on the boat, muttering in his mouth: "My divination shouldn't be wrong, death, a strong and young body, crows, don't these symbols mean something? Will I harvest the corpse of a young and strong man, and then practice it into a powerful corpse technique?"

Ivan, who had quietly come to the top of his head through the sail cable, only felt absurd for a while. Is this guy dreaming? An obvious non-combat law-based profession ran out to match him as a fighter, just because he saw his own failure in divination?

If wizards are all such lunatics who talk about inexplicable things, then it's no wonder that all the major churches have issued witch hunting orders.

I thought that the "Witch Hunt Movement" was the same as the previous life, a means for the ruling class to persecute civilians and attack opponents, but now Ai Wen felt that it was necessary to reconsider.

"At least a guy like this old witch doctor who treats human life like nothing should really exist!"

The electric mind turn did not hinder Aiwen's sharp movements in the slightest.

Holding the long sword upside down, it swooped down from the mast like a golden eagle preying on it. With the help of the falling force, the long sword crossed a beautiful arc and passed between the witch doctor's neck.

Boom——

The shriveled head fell to the ground, with unbelievable surprise on his face, but no expression in his eyes.

Ai Wen's toes were a little on the deck, and he continued to roll forward, quickly moving away from where the witch doctor was. I'm afraid that this witch doctor will also follow the example of Blood Anchor Zack, and think of dragging others on the road when he dies.

Fortunately, I don't know if it's because the witch doctor is not good at home, or what the situation is, but what Ai Wen was worried about didn't happen. The half-baked witch doctor fell neatly after being ridden in the face by the warrior flying dragon.

Don't dare to touch anything on this kind of guy. If you don't know anything about witchcraft, let alone find a usable loot, you will be extremely happy if you accidentally put yourself in it.

Aiwen found the leftover kerosene on the pirate ship, and directly ignited the old witch doctor's body and the things on his body, and burned them clean.

While the fire was still burning, Aiwen simply cooperated with the sailors who had already boarded the pirate ship to clean up the last pirates on board, and this time he never encountered any more difficult enemies.

The kerosene prepared by the pirates was of good quality, and by the time everything was over, the body of the witch doctor had almost been burned to ashes.

A large area of ​​the deck with good fire resistance was also scorched. Fortunately, when Ivan ignited the fire, he removed all the nearby flammable materials, otherwise the pirate ship would inevitably follow in the footsteps of the Warrior.

Still, something hasn't been burned.

"What's this?"

Among the ashes left by the burnt bones, a black stone sculpture that looked like a sunken ship was lying there quietly. On the smooth and clean surface, there was not even a trace of burning.

Tread Tread

Ivan stepped forward and looked at this weird thing. He put his hand on it by accident, the tentacles were cold, and the flame just now seemed like an illusion to it.

"Plop!"

But in the next moment, as if he stepped on the air and fell into the salty sea water, Aiwen felt that he was sinking rapidly, and he fell into the deep seabed in just a moment.

Boundless darkness enveloped him.

The mud on the bottom of the sea squirmed and covered him, suffocating, cold, and stench, and the countless negative feelings from the senses directly overwhelmed Aiwen.

The flow of time suddenly accelerated, and countless barnacles, tube worms, bryozoans, mussels, seaweed and other parasites grew wildly on his body. He raised his hands, one of which had turned into a crab claw covered with a carapace, and the other had broken down into a Countless black algae of unknown species.

The terrified fear made him awake for a moment, and suddenly he saw a huge red exclamation mark in his vision, and the rapid notification sound echoed in his ears.

"Mental state shift, alert! Alert!"

Instantly realizing that he had fallen into an inexplicable illusion, Aiwen mustered all his strength to earn a living.

"Boom!"