Pirate Kingship

Crack! Crack!

[Wanmin Berserker] The honest man, Commander Eight, led the way, wielding two machetes.

The three basic abilities he acquired at the first level were: extraordinary endurance, beast instinct, and military weapon proficiency (close combat).

In more than a month, it seemed as if he had undergone a second growth spurt. His entire body had expanded greatly, and his style had become much rougher.

This made him particularly comfortable when doing this kind of physical work.

It was just that the two fingers missing from his left hand had some impact on his combat effectiveness.

Byron was already collecting materials, preparing to use the high-level blood brew that had just met the prerequisites to help him recover.

"Tie up your canvas cuffs and leggings, unless you want to feed leeches and mosquitoes;

Don't eat anything here casually, even if it looks exactly the same as outside;

If you find any abnormalities, don't deal with them yourself, remember to report them as soon as possible, especially pay attention to the fact that there are no relatives of yours in this forest, and no one will call your name"

Byron, who served as a pioneer officer, was also in the first echelon.

While using the logbook to detect dangers within a six-meter range, he did not forget to repeatedly remind the marines around him of the precautions for jungle marching.

"Got it, Captain."

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, only 180 elite pirates were selected from the six ships under the Pioneer Navigation Colonial Company.

Everyone was fully equipped with swords and guns, and had a bottle of [Heroic Water] in their pockets.

Behind them was a mighty army of nearly 5,000 colonists and Chichen Itza people.

The front was led by Deputy Commander Bill (Bruch).

[Oath Knight] Bruch and [Executioner] Bill were both in the order of the Tribunal, so it was not difficult to disguise themselves.

He led the two strongest pirate generals [Cutthroat] and [Hook], as well as Wyandot's grandfather Geronimo, a [Eagle Spirit Warrior] who had entered the third level and was gradually becoming inhuman;

Major General Newman led the Marines in the middle; the great wizard [Insect Swarm] was responsible for the rear.

Clang——!

A cold light flashed in the forest, and it was Byron who suddenly drew his sword.

In just a moment, he cut a dozen blood-sucking worms that were ejected at high speed from the mossy treetops above his head in half.

Before others could react, he had already returned the sword to its sheath.

This half-sword sword technique was several times faster than other people's swift swords.

He casually glanced at the updated prompts on the [Logbook].

It was found that this was a blood-sucking worm called "sweat leech", which has a very strong heat sensing ability and can track warm-blooded organisms by bouncing.

When biting people, it will also release anesthetics and anticoagulants, making people feel no pain.

With a large amount of blood loss, you may suddenly faint and never wake up again. Sometimes even a thick-skinned bison can't resist it.

"Dangers are everywhere in the rainforest, but it is also a treasure trove of unknown mysteries.

If I had chosen to be a [naturalist], I would have had a bright future."

He shook his head with some regret.

[Naturalist] obtains the core ability [Exploration and Discovery] at the second level. The more unknowns they explore, the higher their spirituality will be.

Moreover, the rarer the discoveries they find first in the unknown world, and the fewer people who discover them, the stronger the skills they can borrow from the discoveries.

For example, if he discovers a certain deep-sea giant octopus alone, he may be able to summon a projection to assist in combat, but if thousands of people discover it, he may only be able to increase his swimming proficiency a little.

This swimming skill must be the "eight-legged adaptation version".

The sequence ability of the Ladder of Glory is like this. Every inch has its own shortcomings, and no matter how much you envy it, you can't envy it.

It's just his skinning attribute that he plucks feathers from the past, and he feels heartbroken that he can't maximize the benefits of exploration.

"I do know that these national forces that are steadily advancing in the rear are only the third and fourth echelons.

All signs indicate that there is a larger landmass rather than an island in the sea area south of the Bantaan Islands.

The most powerful group of adventurers and pirates in the Bantaan Islands have gone further south to compete for the right to discover new routes and new continents.

There are still many necessary positions vacant on my ship, including navigators, naturalists, singers who boost morale, and gunsmiths who have been craving for a long time. There is still a long way to go."

After walking forward for more than ten miles, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an unusual fishy smell in the wind, and shouted:

"Alert! On the right side of the team, ten meters of grass, the musket team is concentrating fire!"

As the vanguard, the elite pirates, who were already highly alert, reacted quickly and drew their guns and fired immediately after hearing the order.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hundreds of fire lines suddenly covered the half-man-high bushes.

With a "boom", the fishy wind blew.

A huge monster in the bush suddenly jumped up to the sky, and then fell heavily in front of the team, revealing its true appearance.

It turned out to be a blue-gray giant snake as thick as a bucket!

Although its body was full of holes, its strong vitality still made it open its bloody mouth, twisting and rolling on the ground, making a hissing and creepy snake sound.

"What a big snake, what did it eat to grow so big?"

Although its size was not as big as the sea monsters encountered before, facing this monster at close range still made everyone horrified.

If Byron hadn't discovered it in time, it would not be a problem for it to swallow two or three people in one bite.

There are not many monsters like this in the depths of the jungle.

They had just entered Yucatan Island for less than a day, and it was like they had strayed into an ancient lost world.

Unlike the eastern part of the Bantaan Islands, which had been transformed by the [Silver Law] and countless lighthouses, the western part was bloody, closed, and barbaric.

Whether it is plants or animals, they are constantly impacting everyone's worldview.

This does not include the weird and evil spirits that are bound to appear after dark.

In the queue ahead, a particularly majestic giant eagle suddenly rose into the sky, flew down to the side of the big snake, and pecked its belly with one peck.

Swallowed the heart and snake gall in one gulp.

He fluttered his wings again and landed next to Byron, returning to an old man with a pair of golden eagle eyes, energetic and calm.

In front of Byron, the benefactor who saved his only grandson.

As the captain of the temple guard, Geronimo, an old man whose status ranked among the top three in Chichen Itza, didn't have any airs.

Nodding to him kindly:

“Captain Byron, according to your measurement unit, we will reach the first scheduled camping spot in about two kilometers.

I recommend setting up camp where you are.

At night, in the jungle before us, there is no safer place than the abandoned city-state of Tarasco. "

Even though many people in the team have extraordinary powers and the rest are elites, the tropical rainforest in front of them is not ordinary.

The inherent vitality of the tropical rainforest allows local indigenous hunters to re-grow into a dense forest within a few days even if they walk out on a small path.

Their team's marching speed in the tropical rain forest reached 50 kilometers per day, which was almost the limit of guaranteed combat effectiveness.

The two act as leader and guide.

In addition to ensuring that the route does not go astray, reasonable planning of when to march and when to rest is also a matter that tests ability and experience.

This also explains one of the reasons why General Newman and others are so eager for indigenous collaborators.

Byron, like the bay citizen princess Violet, also listens to advice in areas that he is not good at and immediately follows the good advice.

"Listen to you. Inform the rear team and set up camp at the front!"

Before the sun set in the evening, he ordered the forward troops to camp in the ancient city with stone buildings that could already be seen in front.

At this time, Wyandotte and his group of [Eagle Spirit Warriors] who were responsible for reconnaissance in the front also landed from the sky next to Byron and Geronimo:

"Captain, Grandpa, we have just conducted a reconnaissance. There is no danger in the city except for some scattered wild beasts.

But strangely enough, there was clearly a clean water source nearby and a large area of ​​cultivated land that had been re-engulfed by the rainforest, but not even a single corpse was seen on the ground.

Why was a very rare and good place like Tarasco City abandoned by those pesky Aziks? "

The person behind this latter question was obviously Geronimo, who had lived in the jungle all his life.

"The city of Tarasco."

The old man's eyes gradually became distant, as if he had spanned decades and returned to the time when the Castilians first came to this archipelago.

"If I want to talk about this, I have to mention the cursed spirit [tarsal bone god]."

The moment he said the name, the surrounding jungle, which was originally filled with various sounds, suddenly fell silent.

All the audience, including Byron, subconsciously held their breath.

"When those Castilians first discovered Yucatan, they were not as calm as they are now.

They had no idea that the populations of the two empires were in the tens of millions, and their organization and extraordinary levels were far superior to those of the small tribes they easily conquered in every aspect.

I thought that the city-states of the empire were as fragile as the ordinary Taíno people scattered on the eastern islands, protected only by totem poles.

I suffered a lot at my first stop in the city of Tarasco.”

Listening to the stories from that distant era, Byron seemed to smell the faint smell of blood and carrion in his nose.

This city in the jungle is dedicated to the [God of Death] Apuch, a powerful natural spirit whose status in the Azik belief system is not inferior to that of Quetzalcoatl.

He had a skull, fleshless ribs, a spiny spine, and the flesh all over his body was highly rotten.

It is said that it was born on the battlefield where the Aziks fought for years and were littered with corpses.

When the city of Tarasco was conquered by those Castilian adventurers who were crazy about poverty, they paid a huge price for it.

The angry shaman performed forbidden rituals and sacrificed the souls of the entire clan to Apuch, the god of death.

The small island composed of all the living people and ancestors of the city-state, which cut off all the anchor points and actively sank the spiritual world, sank into the sea of ​​essence.

That kind of meaning is equivalent to the people of the Bay detonating [Hall of Valhalla Valhalla].

immediately.

The strong resentment gave birth to a terrible avenger in the bones and flesh of tens of thousands of people in the entire city-state and all Castilians.

It was wearing a dirty deerskin jersey, with black maggots crawling inside its body.

The head is a terrifying white skeleton, holding an obsidian saw sword and an obsidian spear also known as "Maquawit".

Riding on its crotch is a skeletal war horse that is tangled with old ropes and caltrops, and its mouth and nose can spit out sparks.

It was an alien species brought by the Castilians.

"During that time, [Tarsil God] was like a maggot in the tarsal bone, wandering in the vast rain forest all day long, killing all outsiders whose hands were stained with the blood of the Azk people.

Of course, at that time, there were only Castilians in the entire Bantaan Islands.

It was not afraid of swords, spears, halberds, or muskets and cannons. It was higher than ordinary evil spirits and grotesques. It was a true [Cursed Spirit] (Chapter 59)!

It was the embodiment of the curse, elusive, irresistible and immortal.

Even if it was killed for a while, it would come back again after a period of time.

As long as it was targeted, even if it escaped for a while, it might suddenly die one day."

When they said this, the group just stepped out of the rain forest and had a panoramic view of the city where [Tarsil God] was born.

Woo woo woo.

They were clearly in the tropical jungle in the afternoon when the sun was shining, but a piercing cold wind suddenly blew across their necks.

Except for Byron who was wearing the [Storm Signet Ring] on his hand.