Pirates: The Black Earl

It was not in vain that he was both a father and a mother, and made wild undead by himself to subdue them.

27 subordinates who are not afraid of death and ignore the vitals are absolutely obedient, enough for him to have the power to protect himself in the East China Sea.

Undead creatures are natural fighters, they have no vital points, and there is no brain shackles in the dead body to restrict their performance.

The strength of a weak rabbit can be comparable to that of an adult male, not to mention that these guys themselves are well-trained navy.

Not to mention, the general pirate group can't find 27 combatants in the whole ship!

An old sailor needs a lot of food every day, and the supply of the vast sea is unpredictable, and it is impossible to support too much.

And undead creatures count as one, and they can all go into battle.

Hard work 007, still don't eat!

"It's just that the reaction speed is a bit slow, and it will eventually suffer from guys with excellent psychological quality."

Putting away his joy, Lovett began to carefully observe his first batch of subordinates in this world.

Reaction speed, this is a topic that zombie puppets cannot avoid.

They are undead based on rotting flesh. The control of the body is still through the muscles instead of the soul. In addition to being powerful, the reaction speed is outrageously slow!

The same low-level undead, the skeleton soldiers after hemolytic bone forging control the body with the burning soul fire in the skull, and the signal delay can be almost "0".

Compared with ordinary people, it is not too slow, but compared with other high-level undead, how different is it...

In the mage world war, the status of zombie puppets is about the same as that of rifle bullets in modern warfare, and even less important than bullets, which belong to lower-level cannon fodder.

But they were too easy to come by. Lovett, who was not even as good as a magic apprentice ten days ago, could easily make 27 of them.

So the zombie puppets have a means of subsequent evolution, reorganize their bodies through flesh and blood magic, and evolve into... familiar ghouls to make up for the lack of reaction speed.

Why do ghouls eat?

Because their bodies are not actually dead, they need nourishment.

Pretty simple logic isn't it?

It has to be said that only "alive" has infinite possibilities. In the circle of necromancers, this is also an undoubted conclusion.

"Some places need to be stitched up, not only leaking air, but also inconvenient to move."

Lovett frowned and looked at an undead whose stomach had been cut open, and made up his mind.

"Let's go, go deep into the forest."

"The effect of sleeping pills should be about the same..."

He did go to the pharmacy during the day, as evidenced by the little old man guarding the grave who slept soundly.

"Roar!"

Keeping the self-awareness of the resurrected undead alive is a technical task, and the zombie puppets with only simple logic naturally cannot speak.

But they know how to show obedience, and the superior relationship from the soul level makes them roar neatly and follow Lovett closely.

The team of 28 people seemed insignificant compared to the entire forest and quickly disappeared without a trace, but Lovett firmly believed that this was just the beginning.

Whether it's for his own dream or a puzzle that never seems to be solved, he will never stop.

One day, neither the forest nor the sea, nor the sun nor the moon can hide his figure!

...

For the next three days, Lovett has been busy with the undead army.

The soil of the newly built tomb was brand new, and no one could find that the coffin inside had been "empty" after a simple burial.

Simple wounds are very simple to deal with, but some situations with missing arms and legs become very tricky.

So in the eyes of insiders, Second Lieutenant Francis Lovett, the new second lieutenant from the pirate "returned", always seemed absent-minded, thinking about problems on the way to the cafeteria.

But everyone can also ignore it, and some passionate young soldiers will even take the initiative to say hello to him.

but……

If they knew what Lovett was thinking, they would definitely, absolutely, kill him!

Digging graves is also very disgraceful among necromancers, but there is no way, there is no material in hand, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

The naval branch does not face life and death battles every moment.

Under normal circumstances, if necromancers need materials, in addition to hunting by themselves, most of the time they will choose to buy them from the human kingdom.

After all, it is the mage world, and all existences serve the mage community, and necromancers are also "noble mages", so naturally someone is willing to meet their needs.

Lovett currently does not support him in obtaining experimental materials through normal means, regardless of his financial resources, strength, and connections, and can only take evil paths.

"Also, undead magic has a relatively low acceptance rate in any world."

Eating casually, Lovett thought.

"Before you have a certain ability to protect yourself, you can't provoke public anger."

"so……"

Monka, who was also eating in the cafeteria, shivered, raised his head, and looked at Lovett strangely.

Smiling and nodding in greeting, Lovett chose his target.

"Ex-colonel of Section 153, Skinner!"

Speaking of which, this person still has a grudge against him, to be precise, he has a grudge against his predecessor, "Triangle Breaker" Lovett.

Lovett's broken arm when he woke up was cut off by that Colonel Skinner.

It was also because of the chain reaction caused by the severed arm that he had to temporarily live in Branch 153.

Now Lovett needs his "help"...

A drink and a peck, all have a fixed number.

"Also, after so long, that guy...should know that I'm not dead."

There was a cold light in the eyes, but it was covered by the hanging hair.

Lovett picked up the dinner plate, walked to the tableware recycling place, and handed it to the back kitchen staff who were in charge of cleaning the tableware.

The man took the plate and was stunned. In the middle of the plate, a skull made of chicken bones lay quietly in the middle, it looked so... lifelike.

It even seems to have seen it somewhere!

If the world's technology is not so biased, it may be possible to add flesh and blood through this skull, and restore its original appearance... Then it is discovered that this person is as high as 90% similar to "Hundred Schemes" Crow!

...

East China Sea, Xiluobu Village, a corner of the coast.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the villagers of Xiluobu Village, who have been asleep for a long time, don't know that a group of terrifying and cruel pirates are gathered on the beach less than one kilometer away from them.

The Black Cat Pirates have announced the replacement of the captain, which further confirms Monka's achievements.

But the one who was silent by the bonfire was, without a doubt, "Hundred Strategies" Crowe!

Zang Gao, who had already become the captain, said nervously, "Boat...captain, you know me, and I will never betray you."

Damn Lovett, he swaggered and became a Navy second lieutenant? !

Zango gritted his teeth with hatred.

As the most critical part of the plan, the Black Cat Pirates immediately sent people to Shields Town to listen to the news after the limelight passed.

The good news is that the navy found no abnormalities, and Monka succeeded in becoming a colonel by virtue of "capturing" their captain.

But the bad news...

Lovett is alive! ! !

At this moment, Zango was very scared, afraid that the navy would find out the truth, and even more afraid that Crowe would have some unpleasant views on him.

It would be understandable if it was just not dead, but what did they hear?

Lovett was originally a second lieutenant in the 153rd branch? ! !

Is it the same period as Colonel Monka? !

What about fooling around? !

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Smart people are often suspicious, and this sentence can only be applied to Crowe.

Hearing this, Crowe didn't speak.

He didn't speak, and Zangao didn't dare to move. The midnight sea breeze was bitterly cold, making the thin Zangao tremble all over.

I don't know how long it took, as if trying to understand Zangao's loyalty, or... simply confirming that he was not a high threat to him, Crowe finally raised his head.

"Your ability to hypnotize others was obtained by accident by eating poisonous mushrooms, right?"

Zango didn't know why Crowe asked this, his mind went blank under extreme fear, and he nodded repeatedly after hearing the words.

"Yes, it is."

"Then there is no evidence to prove that this ability is unique..."

The lens reflects the bonfire, making people unable to see clearly.

Crowe crossed his hands and pressed his chin: "As an evil fruit capable user who controls corpses, he has the same hypnotic ability, which makes sense."

"Yes, it is!"

Joy flooded all over his body in an instant, and Zan Gao swallowed his saliva.

"It's not easy, that man..."

Crowe looked up, put his elbows on the "Human Bridge" Sam behind him, and then raised Erlang's legs, making Buzhi under his buttocks tremble.

A mischievous strand of hair hangs down from the shiny and neat back of the head, adding a bit of evil charm to it.

Quietly watching the night sky, Crowe said with emotion.

"He definitely discovered the truth, but he didn't tell it directly. Instead, he used another hypnotic ability to weave for himself... an unbreakable hotbed."

So much so that they are both pirates, one hides his head and shows his tail, while the other is exposed and frank.

"It's really...unfair!"

The cold murderous intent drifted through the air, and even the ocean seemed to be afraid of that suppressed anger, and stopped beating the beach and making annoying noises.

"I'll give you one month, Zangao..."

Squinting down and staring at Zangol, Crowe gave the order in a nonchalant tone that could not be refuted.

"Within a month, kill him!"

"when necessary……"

Raising his hand to stop Zangao from speaking, Crowe closed his eyes.

"I will do it myself!"

No matter how Lovett managed it, he is now an ensign recognized by Branch 153. With this group of... trash, Crowe has no expectations.

But the qualifications of cannon fodder are still there, isn't it?

Zango stood by the campfire, the burning firewood did not bring him any warmth.

For a captain like Crowe, if he punishes you on the spot, it will prove that you can survive.

The face is still full of awe, but no one knows what Zangao is thinking behind the heart-shaped flower sunglasses.

………………

The theme of the necromancer is a bit unpleasant, and the editor also reminded me that this theme is indeed prone to problems, so Dashu will try to reduce some blood plasma descriptions as much as possible. I hope you are mentally prepared.

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