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It was the darkest hour of the day.

At the end of June, the Sea of Jewels is stormy season.

The thick clouds with rolling thunder almost pressed down on the sea, and the pouring rain connected the heavens and the earth, and the waves swelled dozens of meters high, and then slapped down fiercely! In such bad weather, the sea has become an infinitely powerful monster, and even the darling of the ocean, the sea tribe, does not dare to set foot in it.

But in the midst of such a fierce natural storm, there is a strange and inexplicable huge sailing ship undulating between the crests and valleys of the waves, sometimes pressed by the waves to dozens of meters underwater, and sometimes jumping hundreds of meters into the air with the crest of the waves. Huge raindrops crackled against the empty hull, but the sound was completely drowned out by the thunderous waves.

The huge undulating sailing ship did not see a half-human figure from end to end, but in the cabin in front of it, a dim light was reflected. The lights flicker on and off in the undulating waves, like a sneaky ghost wandering the depths of the sea.

The ghost battleship Therkanes enjoyed the storm, ignoring the squeaky squeak of the massive mast in the middle of the hull. Ever since it set out from the island of Saldo, it has been following the instructions of its owner to make its way "difficult" towards a place in the depths of the vast sea.

Since there was no navigation route, let alone a coordinate to refer to, the ghost warship Thercanes had to go straight to that coordinate by traveling in a straight line. Such a route inevitably has to go straight through the central areas of several major maritime countries, so safety has become the biggest problem.

In the previous trip, Therkanes had already experienced dozens of battles, large and small, all of which were unexpected encounters with the patrols of the Sea Clan. Although most of the Sea Clan soldiers were turned into corpse reserves in the cabin as it wished, after all, there were still a lot of fish that slipped through the net, so its subsequent journey was much more difficult.

As a ghost warship evolved from a ghost ship, it has become a second-level treasure and creature of some special significance, and it has become an out-and-out deep-sea beast under the powerful transformation of the magical soul Isa. If it weren't for the exploration mission on its shoulders, it would have been unable to suppress its 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 doesn't know how to measure its own strength. It only knew that those sea tribe patrols with a level of about 7-10 were only worthy of being its bait. Perhaps it was its undisguised slaughter along the way that completely alarmed the regular army of the Sea Clan, and just 7 hours ago, it finally encountered its first major trouble since sailing.

A level 16 sea priest with hordes of tide warlocks and countless sea clan warriors has blocked it near a coral island. After a chase-and-escape battle, Therkanes lost 23 Wraithing Banshees, but finally used the specially installed "Ghost Energy Electrolytic Cannon" before setting sail to severely damage the level 16 ocean priest in one fell swoop, so that he was able to escape into this ocean storm that swept the world and gained respite.

The scattered damage on the battleship is slowly being repaired, and as the stored corpses are thrown into the ghost pool, the battle-damaged banshee is slowly recovering, and in another 12 hours, it will be able to adjust itself to the best fighting condition. It's just inevitable that its backup energy reserves have dropped to around the 67% cordon, after all, the power of the ghost pool in motion can only reach 71% at best.

In fact, at this time, the best strategy for recuperation is to dive to the bottom of the deep sea, activate the ghost pool with all your might, make up for the battle damage, and fill the energy pool again. Unfortunately, the furious Sea Clan would never give it this chance, and it could vaguely sense that there were still large groups of Sea Clan patrols struggling to find its traces in the harsh natural storms.

Therefore, Thercanes could only endure the baptism of wind and waves, and continued to stay in this storm circle that stretched for nearly a hundred miles.

……

Poole wore a transparent water-streaked shield and led more than twenty fierce shark warriors through the dim sea with no fingers, and the pouring rain hit the outer shield, stirring up dense ripples.

As a level 7 Tidal Warlock, he could last 3 hours with such a water shield and enough to survive this damn track. Compared to him, those fierce shark warriors who have no protection are much more unlucky. Although the oily and sticky fat layer on the surface of the body can maintain the basic body temperature separated from the cold seawater, it cannot stop the beating and squeezing of the monstrous waves.

In normal times, he would never be so unwise to drill into the storm circle that represents the roar of the sea god, as long as he dives one or two hundred meters, he can return to the warm and comfortable sea. But with a damn order, he, a level 7 tidalomancer of the Ocean Empire Patersel, could only come to the front line with dignity, searching for the trace of the ghost ship in the rough seas.

I hope that this difficult 2 hours will pass quickly, so that he can finish patrolling this sea area safely. He had long since faded his thoughts on finding that damn ghost ship and reporting it to receive the high rewards of the adults.

He was also "honored" to take part in the battle that happened yesterday. The thought of the overwhelming screaming banshee made his scalp tingle. Although they have many tidal warlocks, they can kill and injure these spirit-like undead in a large area, but they are only relative.

Of all the plastic spells, the water spell damage is undoubtedly the weakest. Therefore, a large number of wounded and undead soul banshees rushed into the ranks of the Sea Clan, and the endless eerie laughter resounded through the heavens and the earth, but it seemed to have a shocking power, so that the large group of tide warlocks could no longer cast spells completely.

This is how his friend Meschi was scratched by the banshee and torn into pieces of flesh in front of his eyes, and that terrifying scene made him shudder when he thought about it now.

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

Those ghostly ropes flew in the air, and the tips were flexible and strange like devouring long snakes, but they were unusually sharp. Even the layers of shields stacked on the outside of the Tidal Warlock's body couldn't last long under this kind of multiple attacks, not to mention the Sea Clan Guardian whose armor was so rudimentary that it was almost like a Goben.

Like a wild boar that rushed into the sheepfold and was full of fangs, a savage charge easily crushed the formation of the Sea Clan legion. If it weren't for the Priestess's personal bodyguard with a huge giant whale warrior who could resist the impact of the ghost ship, perhaps this ambush by the Sea Clan would have turned into a one-sided slaughter.

In the end, under the desperate counterattack of the giant whale warriors, the Tidewarlock Spellcaster was able to stabilize its position around the priest, and was able to launch a sharp counterattack in an orderly manner, severely damaging the ghost ship in one fell swoop.

But that's when the biggest crisis happened.

The ghost ship, desperate for its life, had even sharper weapons. A...... An inexplicable ...... A magical group of blue and purple light. With just one blow, half of the spellcaster was destroyed, and even the great sea priest Ptriside disappeared half of his body.

Thinking of the magical light that glided silently 3 meters in front of him, Poole couldn't help but tremble again. What kind of spell is that, it can't rely on a spell shield to resist damage, because it can melt away with a human shield.

Poole was lucky! After a great battle, there were only a handful of tidal warlocks like him who were unscathed, but he was also the most unlucky, because the task of following the enemy's trail fell to him.

The High Priest of Ptriside, who was badly damaged in the last battle, was a member of the Amagir family, which had already alarmed the Frontier Legion in the Norfolsen Sea of the Sea Elf Empire. A 500-strong group of Tidal Warlocks is heading here, and more Sea Clan Guardians have been deployed everywhere, quietly waiting for the enemies who have fled into the "Roar of the Seagod" to appear.

Those who have just arrived here may still be looking for traces of the ghost ship for a huge bounty. But Poole, who had experienced the previous war, had already extinguished this terrible idea that he would give away his life, and instead begged "Poseidon-sama" wholeheartedly not to let him encounter that terrible monster.

The huge waves obscured the sky and the sun, and the violent storm confused the surrounding vision, and in such an environment of ups and downs, it was impossible to stabilize the body at all, even a tidal warlock who could control the wind and water could not detect how far he could go, and could only slam his head like a blind bear blindfolded.

"Big ...... That...... A Shark warrior behind him slammed the water shield outside the Tidemancer's body, desperately pointing to a spot and shouting something. It's a pity that the sound of the waves that resounded through the sky and earth drowned out most of his words.

But his actions were enough to alert Poole the Tidalman. Following the direction of the Shark Warrior's finger, he only saw a 10-meter-high sea wall rising into the sky half a mile away. Poole's transparent eyelids, which were extremely alert, rolled up, and blessed himself with "magic vision" as quickly as possible, so that he could see a faint and hazy magical glow through the thick waves.

Who is it?

Is it a disoriented companion or an enemy?

An inexplicable horror gripped Poole's heart, causing him to open his mouth but not make a sound. I watched as a dim yellow light in the sea wall continued to expand and strengthen, and finally, a dark and old warship burst out of the waves and shot at me like an arrow.

"Enemy ......"

A scream of horror finally rang out, and as these brave and fearless Sea Clan Shark warriors shook their bodies to line up to meet the enemy, they found that their commander, the Tideman, had turned around and ran away.

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