The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"I thought you could handle it yourself, Master." Little Bear stood there motionless. But a sentence popped out of his wide mouth.

Ignore Little Bear's ridicule.

As the master, of course I can~~ handle it.

I glanced at the skeleton who was still rubbing the fireball.

Tsk~ a fool who can only rub fireballs.

Hurry up and cast a guard for yourself.

Then, relying on agility, he tried to dodge the incoming fireball. But he did not apply the transfer.

The fireball rubbed the edge of the guard and fell to the back.

There was no sound of explosion, but the fireball exploded into a firework behind Alok.

The guard was broken.

In the astral vision, the star representing the necromancer scholar flickered suddenly.

This made Alok feel a great sense of crisis.

Sure enough, before Alok could recite the spell again.

The sea of ​​spiritual power under his feet set off a huge wave, hitting the unprotected Alok at a very fast speed.

This made Alok panic. I habitually want to lie down to resist.

Fuck, what kind of skill is this.

Isn't it just the Nether Fire?

I'm the idiot.

When the wave was about to hit Alok, a purple tentacle suddenly wrapped around him tightly.

Just like the balloon over there.

But obviously, the effect of this entanglement is not control, but protection.

As the tentacles wrapped around, a burning Nether Fire gradually went out.

The impact of the waves failed to play the role it should have in the face of this seemingly strong tentacle.

Alok, who was protected by the tentacles, only suffered minor injuries. He felt his head was dizzy and a little painful.

After Xiao Xiong blocked the attack for Alok, he said, "Master, you can try that skill."

Skill? Which skill?

Undead Prelude?

Are there any undead here?

He looked up and glanced at the idiot undead scholar who continued to rub the fireball. Alok suddenly realized.

Damn, this is just an undead.

He hurriedly prepared to recite the rather long spell.

But the fireballs of the necromancer followed one after another. Alok was busy dealing with it, and could only cast a guard on himself while reciting the transfer.

"Quick, silence it." Alok shouted hurriedly.

"Okay." The little bear immediately raised his left hand.

No sound was heard, but the green flame on the skeleton frame quickly faded. The light on the staff also gradually disappeared.

Seeing the opportunity, Alok raised his right hand and quickly recited in Azerawen:

"Sleeping undead, listen to my call."

At the door of the captain's room, the hands of the headless skeleton holding the staff suddenly trembled.

The bones began to tremble. Alok believed that if there was no silencing effect, it would definitely crackle.

The green flame on his body ignited again, and the staff also showed a more obvious light.

Alok, who was continuously outputting mental power, suddenly felt quite strenuous. The speed of using mental power made him unable to bear it. This gave him a splitting headache.

He began to try to get the skeleton to put down the staff in his hand. He hoped to weaken the skeleton in this way.

During the stalemate, Alok slightly reduced his mental power output.

The fire on the skeleton also became brighter. .

But as the little bear cast a spell again, the green light dissipated again.

Taking this opportunity, Alok output all his mental power to that side.

This seemed to stimulate the last bit of strength of the skeleton.

As the saying goes, the last flicker of life.

He immediately broke free from the effect of silence. The green light on his body suddenly became brighter.

In the astral vision, a wave much larger than before surged. Alok was scared to death.

Fortunately, the tentacles on his body were still there, and the guards were still there.

Facing this surging wave, there was no way out.

But even with two protections, Alok still felt like a shaky boat in the sea.

First, the guard was broken, and the waves began to hit Alok's will body and astral body through the gaps between the tentacles.

Then the tentacles were also stripped off, and Alok could only face this damn wave.

Fortunately, it has reached the end of the wave now. Alok only held on for a while, and it was over.

Five minutes later, Alok stood up from the deck with his head in his arms and turned off his astral vision.

He rubbed his temples hard. He staggered and held the mast on the deck.

He opened his eyes and saw the little bear holding the languid banshee in the sky. He stood there in a daze.

Alok was furious, took a breath, and questioned:

"Didn't you say you solved the undead scholar?"

"I just said that the binder is very restrained against the undead." The little bear closed his big mouth,

and lowered his chest, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his raised right hand. He said a little sadly: "Master, you won't abandon me, will you?"

Thinking about it, I did just say restraint just now. But Alok still couldn't bear it. But seeing the bear's look, he said helplessly, "How could it be."

"Elok. You solved it. This is really great." An untimely voice suddenly came. A blue-haired seagull landed on the fence of the overtime.

"Ha, you are really good. This is a second-level necromancer. You beat him into a skeleton." Roger looked at the door of the captain's room and exclaimed.

He jumped on the railing a few times, and then flew to the captain's room.

"How did you do it, beat a living person into a skeleton?" Roger asked as he landed on the deck and looked at the scattered bones in front of him.

Looking at Roger with a frown, Alok rubbed his temples and said:

"He's a skeleton. I didn't touch him."

"Huh? I thought it was you who turned him into a skeleton." After hearing this, Roger looked back at Alok and said in surprise.

Then, Roger looked at the skeleton frame at the door of the captain's cabin again, looked at the frustrated little bear on the bow of the ship, and asked:

"By the way, have you ever seen such an undead scholar?"

Little Bear lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Alok sighed helplessly, walked to the bow of the ship, and comforted: "The master will not let you go." He reached out and touched the bear's wet hair.

"Really?" Little Bear raised his head and looked at Alok expectantly with his black crystal eyes.

"certainly."

The little bear opened his big mouth and showed a scary smile. He said happily: "Master, you are so kind."

"This is for you." He handed over the 'balloon' in his hand to Alok.

He said in a show-off manner: "Master can directly control it when he goes back and uses the Overture of the Undead."

"Ha, that's so convenient." Elok's bandaged banshee said in surprise.

"Ahem, little bear. Have you ever seen such an undead scholar?" The untimely voice came again.

Hearing this, Little Bear turned his head, looked at Roger behind the boat, and said:

"I haven't seen it, but I know about it."

"Oh? Isn't this situation very wrong? I thought this was a normal situation. After all, I am an undead scholar. Becoming an undead doesn't seem to be a big problem." Elok said doubtfully.

"No. This situation is not normal. Only the extremists among the undead scholars would do this." Xiao Xiong explained.

"Normally, only some right-wingers in Sleeping City would do this." He walked off the bow with his calves. "I suspect he's one of them."

He stopped at the door of the captain's cabin, leaned over and looked at the scattered skeletons, and continued:

"They will transform themselves into undead at the second level to gain a long life. Complete the so-called 'sleep'."

"But this brings about very fatal weaknesses. One of them is that after becoming an undead, you will be restricted by the undead itself. Your IQ will become lower, your body does not like exercise, and it is afraid of fire and heat. The other is that becoming an undead will be subject to But there should be a solution to the control of other undead scholars." Little Bear paused and said thoughtfully.

"I think it should be to strengthen the control of one's own will body, so that when faced with the manipulation of other undead scholars, you can be uncontrollable."

Then, the little bear stood up, pointed to the pile of bones, and said:

"Obviously, he doesn't have the ability."

Shrugging, Elok picked up the three-cornered hat that fell on the ground, patted the non-existent dust, and put it on his head. Then he picked up the Hunter's Hammer next to him and shook off the water stains on it. He said shamelessly:

"Indeed, I can deal with him. He's such an idiot. He doesn't even move. He's a target for me."

"By the way, what kind of organization is 'Sleeping City'? The skills Roger gave me were also obtained from Sleeping City." Alok raised his own question.