The Cursed Ship

The spirit ship gradually approached the giant island, entering the distance perceived by the mist.

"The metal utensils they use are not light gold, but made of the black material added to the spear!"

Zheng Yang observed the items in those caves, and found that only the weapons were fused with Qinglingjin. There are still murloc corpses hanging in some caves, which seem to be the food of the flying demons, who hunted them from an unknown distance.

It seemed that he really had to negotiate face to face, otherwise how could he find the place where the Flying Demon stored the Lightness Gold on such a big island.

However, they don't speak the same language as the Flying Demons. If they want to communicate, they need a light metal cylinder as an equivalent demonstration. Naturally, he couldn't show the metal pillars on the ship. That would be tantamount to telling the Flying Demon that he was the werewolf thief last time.

so……

"Observe around this big island first. If you can't find their warehouse a few kilometers outside the island, go back to the mine island and negotiate with the flying demon over there!"

This island is really big, more than forty kilometers long. Zheng Yang spent two hours circling the island, but returned without success.

When we returned to Qingling Gold Mine Island, it was already past four o'clock in the morning, not far from dawn.

The spirit boat silently approached the shore more than a hundred meters away. With the spirit boat's current draft of four meters, it would run aground any closer.

A curse chain as thick as a bowl shot out from the bottom of the boat, penetrated deep into the rock and soil layer of the seabed, and locked the spirit boat firmly in place.

Zheng Yang unfolded the bow deck of the ship into a flat-headed shape, and waited quietly for the Flying Demon to come to the door after dawn.

"Hey, boring!" Before Alima left the display console, she waited all night and failed to fire.

Since breaking through the last layer of relationship with Zheng Yang the night before, her escapism has become more and more uncontrollable, and she will act strangely from time to time, leaving Zheng Yang dumbfounded.

People in their thirties can still show the mischievousness of a girl, but most of the time she is gentle and dignified, which makes Zheng Yang at a loss.

When the sky was getting brighter, the flying demons on the island came out to move around one after another. Zheng Yang activated the fog control array, and the fog in a radius of eight nautical miles quickly dissipated.

On the island, a patrolling group of Flying Demons was about to fly back to their cave when they suddenly found that the fog had dissipated. They were taken aback, and immediately discovered the spirit ship outside the island.

Immediately, shouts continued to ring out, and a large number of flying demons in the battle sequence flew out of various caves with spears in their hands.

In less than a minute, three flying demons of level six flew up to the sky from the top of the mountain, looking at the spirit ship from a distance. The other Flying Demons also spread far away and did not come around at all.

"They seem to have been frightened by the last battle, and they still remember the naval guns. However, there are only a few surviving Flying Demons who have truly witnessed the power of the main guns."

"Luofni, aim at the big rocks on the beach and let them see the power first."

"it is good!"

Luo Funi moved the joystick, the viewing angle on the display and control screen rotated, and the front sight locked on a stone about five meters in size hundreds of meters away from the side.

Under the control of the computer, the firing angle of the main gun follows the front sight and aims at the boulder.

As she pressed the launch button, the Flying Demon saw a cloud of black clouds ejected from the muzzle, followed by a loud bang.

With five times the power, there was almost no gap, and the big rock exploded into pieces.

In an instant, the faces of all the Flying Demons changed color, and their black faces turned white.

The last time two level 6 flying demons personally led more than 300 tribesmen to intercept and kill the fleet, of which level 4 and level 5 flying demons accounted for more than 50%, they were killed and only 30 or so people escaped back. The two sixth-level powerhouses never returned.

From the mouths of those survivors, they heard about the horror of these ships, but the other Flying Demons had never witnessed it with their own eyes, so they had no idea how terrible it was, they only knew that they could kill sixth-level clansmen with one shot.

Afterwards, the fleet continued to approach the mine island, which really made them nervous for a while, and gathered all their strength to plan an ambush.

However, the fleet adjusted its course far away to avoid the mine island, and went around from the side. Only then did they know that the target of the fleet was not them.

At that time, some tribesmen believed that the survivors were exaggerating, and they were suggesting to catch up and avenge the tribesmen. Immediately afterwards, the Qingling gold inventory was robbed by werewolves, and nothing happened in the end.

Seeing the power of the naval guns with their own eyes today, they knew that the survivors did not exaggerate at all, but downplayed this terrible power.

That boulder, their sixth-level powerhouses can smash it with one blow, but they can't do it so far and so fast.

It is said that this kind of attack seems to be impossible to dodge...

Luo Funi still couldn't finish it, and controlled the main gun to lock on a level 6 flying demon above the island.

In an instant, the Flying Demon was surrounded by deadly fear, and subconsciously rushed left and right to avoid it.

But after being locked by the system, even if it dodges quickly, the muzzle will always follow it. Although there is a lag, the sense of crisis has always existed.

"Don't scare it, Luo Funi, straighten the muzzle, I'm going out to have a drink with them!" Zheng Yang uttered, helping the flying demon out of its siege.

The muzzle returned to its normal position, and Zheng Yang appeared under the turret with a bottle of foreign wine and four glasses of foreign wine.

He first waved to the three sixth-level flying demons, then poured a little wine and drank it himself, and then poured another three glasses, holding them up with invisible hands.

"This means, they should be able to understand?"

The sixth-level flying demons in the distance looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not rush over.

Zheng Yang poured himself another drink. At this time, one of the sixth-level flying demons said something, and a fifth-level flying demon bravely flew over and landed on the farthest end of the deck, ten meters away from Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang put on a friendly smile as much as possible, handed a glass of wine to the fifth-level Flying Demon.

Flying demons also drink water and eat. Zheng Yang has seen containers of water from the caves in their lair and the caves here, and believes that they can understand the meaning of drinking.

I just don't know if they know how to make wine.

The fifth-level flying demon really understood Zheng Yang's meaning, looked back, took the foreign wine glass and first smelled it. The peculiar aroma of the wine gave it the urge to drink it immediately, but it cautiously poured the wine into its huge mouth slowly.

A pungent and bitter taste made Flying Demon's eyes widen instantly. He was about to spit out the drink when Zheng Yang poured another glass and drank it.

After a few seconds of adaptation, the aroma of the wine diffused from the mouth to the nasal cavity, and it felt a kind of intoxication and physical joy, and it seemed that its strength had also been activated a little.

So, it swallowed the little drink.

After drinking the wine, the slight heat rises, and the aroma of the wine lingers. The Flying Demon suddenly realized that he seemed to like this feeling very much.

Seeing the look of surprise in the eyes of the fifth-level flying demon, Zheng Yang knew that there was something to be done.

Under the eager eyes of the Flying Demon, Zheng Yang poured another sip for it with his invisible hand.