The Rise of the Cemetery

It is the darkest day of the day.

At the end of beautiful June, the sea of ​​gems is the turbulent storm season.

Thick clouds with thunder and thunder were almost pressed onto the sea. The heavy rain poured the sky and the ground together. The waves swelled up dozens of meters high, and then slapped hard! In such bad weather, the sea has become a powerful monster. Even the darling of the ocean, the Hai tribe, dare not dabble in it.

But in such a fierce natural storm, there was a strange and inexplicably huge sailing boat undulating between the crests and valleys, sometimes being pressed by the waves to tens of meters of water, and sometimes jumping to a height of 100 meters with the waves. The huge raindrops hit the empty hull surface with a crackling sound, but the sound was completely submerged in thunderous waves.

The ups and downs of the huge sailing boat did not see the figure of the semi-human figure from beginning to end, but in the cabin in front of it, there was a dim and dim light. The lights were indefinite among the turbulent waves, like a sneaky ghost wandering deep in the sea.

The ghost battleship Terkanes enjoys the scouring of the storm, and the huge mast in the center of the hull has made a squeaky and bitter mouth. Since leaving Saldo Island, it has moved "difficult" somewhere in the depths of the vast sea as the owner has instructed.

Since there are no nautical routes and no coordinates to refer to, the ghost battleship Terkanes can only go straight to that coordinate by using a straight line. Such sailing routes inevitably have to go straight through the central areas of several major marine nations, so safety work has become the biggest problem.

In the previous itinerary, Tirkanes has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and they all met unexpectedly with the Hai patrol. Although most of the Hai soldiers were turned into corpse reserves in the cabin by their wish, there are still a lot of fish in the net, so the journey behind it seems a lot more difficult.

As a ghost warship that evolved from the ghost ship, it has become a second-class treasure and creature of some special significance, and it has become an uncompromising deep sea beast under the powerful transformation of the magic soul Isa. If it weren't for the exploration task, it could not suppress the desire for evolution and rushed into the depths of the sea to find the trouble of those sea tribes.

As a specially modified magical creature, it also does not know how to measure its strength. All it knows is that the sea patrols with ranks around 7-10 are only suitable for its bait. Perhaps it was the undisguised massacre along the way that completely disturbed the regular army of the Hai tribe. Just 7 hours ago, it finally encountered its first major trouble since sailing.

A 16th-level ocean priest brought a group of tide warlocks, and countless sea warriors blocked it near a coral island. After a lot of chasing and fighting, Tirkanes lost 2/3 of the Wraith Soul, but finally used the "Youneng Electrolytic Cannon" specially installed before the voyage to hit the 16th level Ocean priests, so that they can escape into the ocean storm that swept the world and get a breather.

The sporadic damage on the battleship is slowly being repaired. As the stored corpse source is thrown into the ghost pool, the damaged banshee is also slowly recovering. After 12 hours, it can adjust itself to The best fighting state. It is only inevitable that its reserve energy reserve has dropped to 67% of the warning line. After all, the power of the ghost pool in sports can only reach 71%.

In fact, at this time, the best recuperation strategy is to dive into the bottom of the deep sea, fully open the ghost pool, make up for the damage, and fill the energy pool again. It is a pity that the extremely angry sea clan will never give it this opportunity. It can vaguely feel that there are still a large group of sea clan patrols struggling to find its trail in the harsh natural storm.

Therefore, Terkanes could only endure the baptism of the violent wind and waves, and continue to stay in this stormy circle that reached nearly a hundred miles.

...

Poole was wearing a transparent water-shield shield, carrying more than two dozen shark fighters through the dim sea, and the heavy rain hit the body shield, causing a dense ripple.

As a Tier 7 warlock, he can maintain such a water shield for 3 hours, enough to support this **** tracking. Compared with him, those shark warriors without any protection are much more unlucky. Although the oily and greasy fat layer on the body surface can separate the cold sea water to maintain the basic body temperature, it can't stop the slap and squeeze of the monstrous waves.

If it is placed in peacetime, he will never so unwisely plunge into the storm circle that represents Poseidon's roar. As long as he dives for one or two hundred meters, he can return to the warm and comfortable sea. But with a **** command, he, a 7th-level tidal warlock of Patel, an ocean empire, could only come to the front line with nobleness, and searched for the ghost in the rough seas and the indistinct five fingers. Trace of the ship.

I hope that the difficult 2 hours will pass quickly and let him tour the sea safely. He had long faded the thought of finding the **** ghost ship and reporting it to the adults for high rewards.

He was also "lucky" to participate in the battle that took place yesterday. He couldn't help but numb his scalp at the thought of the shrieking Banshee. Although they have a large number of tide warlocks, they can kill these spirits in large areas, but they are only relative.

Of all the plastic spells, water spell damage is undoubtedly the weakest. Therefore, a large number of wounded and undead enchantresses rushed into the queue of the Hai clan, and the endless grotesque laughter resounded through the world, but it seemed that with a shocking power, the large group of tidal warlocks could no longer cast spells completely. .

That's how his friend Maxi was caught by the banshee and broke the shield, and was torn into pieces of flesh and blood in front of his eyes. The horrible scene made him feel terrified now.

Of course, more damage comes from the physical attack of the treacherous ghost ship that follows.

Those ghost ship ropes flying in the air, flexible and strange long snakes, but only sharp and abnormal. Even the shields superimposed on the outer layers of the Tide Warlock can not last long under this multiple attack, let alone the armor of the sea clan, which is so simple that it is almost the same as the sea guard.

Like a wild boar rushing into the sheepfold covered with fangs, a brutal collision easily rolled over the neatly formed Hai clan. If it were n’t for the priest ’s personal guard, there was a huge whale warrior who was able to resist the impact of the ghost ship. This sea ambush would become a slaughter.

Eventually, under the desperate counterattack of the giant whale warrior, the tide warlock caster stabilized his position around the priest and was able to launch a sharp counterattack in an orderly manner, striking the ghost ship in one fell swoop.

But the biggest crisis happened at this time.

The ghost ship eager to escape had even sharper weapons. One ... an inexplicable ... magic blue light, purple faint light group. With this single blow, half of the caster was destroyed, and even the great sea priest, Putriced, disappeared halfway.

Thinking of the magical light group gliding silently 3 meters in front of his eyes, Poole couldn't help shaking again. What kind of spell is that, it can't rely on the magic shield to resist damage, because it can even melt away with the shield.

Poole is lucky! After a war, there are only a handful of unharmed tidal warlocks like him, but he is also the most unlucky, because the task of tracking the enemy's trail immediately falls on his head.

The Priestside high priest who was hit hard in the last battle was a member of the Armagil family, which had alarmed the border legion of the sea elf empire in Norfossen. The 500-person Tidal Warlock Regiment is rushing here, and more Sea Guardians have been arranged everywhere, quietly waiting for the enemies who have fled into the "Sea God Roar" to appear.

Those new companions who arrived here may be searching for the ghost ship for a huge reward. Poole, who had experienced previous wars, had extinguished this terrible idea of ​​losing his life, and instead wholeheartedly begged "Master Poseidon" not to let himself encounter that terrible monster.

The huge waves cover the sky and the storms confuse the surrounding horizons. In such an ups and downs, it is impossible to stabilize the body, even a tide warlock who can control the wind and water can not detect how far. , Can only be as blind as a blind blind bear.

A shark warrior who followed behind "Big ... that ... light" violently knocked on the watermark shield outside the tide warlock, desperately pointing at a place and shouting something. It's a pity that the sound of the waves resounding through the world drowned out most of his words.

But his actions were enough to alert the tide warlock Poole. In the direction of the shark warrior's finger, he only saw a sea wall up to 10 meters high rising into the sky half a mile away. The highly alert Poole transparent eyelid turned up and blessed himself with "magic vision" at the fastest speed, so that he could see the faint magical glow through the thick sea waves.

who is it?

Is it a lost companion or an enemy?

An inexplicable horror squeezed Poole's heart, making him open his mouth without a sound. I watched as the dim and dark light in that sea wall continued to expand and strengthen. Eventually, an old black warship broke out from the inside and shot towards me like an arrow.

"enemy……"

The horrified scream finally sounded. Just as these brave and fearless sea shark fighters shook their bodies to expel the enemy formation, they suddenly found their own commander, the tidal warlock had turned around and ran away.