Chapter 180 Dead Ship

The sailboat slowed down, and the sailors tried to avoid the storm, but it was obviously in vain.

They should have noticed the signs of the approaching storm in advance, but the seabirds did not whine, the dark clouds were inconspicuous in the night, and the turbid sea water was also hidden in the darkness.

By the time they saw the lightning in the sky approaching the sailboat at high speed, it was too late.

It was impossible to escape the storm's reach.

Dozens of pirates and ordinary sailors controlled the sails and lowered them.

Their fragile sailing ships are no match for the storm, and when the storm envelops the ship, all humans on board will face a slow death.

Life is no longer controlled by mortals themselves. The ship will drift hopelessly in the storm, and it is up to the sea god to determine their life or death.

Lynch watched them quietly as they finished their work. All the ordinary people pulled the ropes tight in numbness and fear.

It's just a storm, and these humans are not yet able to adapt to this dangerous world.

People pray to various sea gods, asking for forgiveness and help.

The boys who went out to sea for the first time had tears in their sweat. They also saw the storm when they arrived. The waterspout called "Mannawe's Wrath" was like the end of the world.

However, it is extremely conspicuous, and all passers-by avoid it from a distance.

It is said that there are countless undead souls in the depths of the storm called "Manawe's Wrath". They will look for the living passing by in the darkness and bring new puppets for the Earl of the Sea.

Others say that the Dark Elves are also in the "Wrath of Manawe", waiting for ignorant and curious ships to approach the storm, and will slaughter all fools who approach the storm.

The northerners once boasted after drinking that a god broke through the sea and arrived at the "Wrath of Manawe". The waterspout that stretched from sky to earth was a miracle caused by the fight between the god of the sea and the god of the mountains.

No one knows whether there are any terrifying undead hidden in the storm they are facing now.

They huddled up in panic. The huge, glittering lizardmen brought them a certain sense of security, as well as uncontrollable greed.

Teclis walked onto the deck with a pale face, looking at the lightning and strong wind approaching in the distance, disgust and hatred flowing in his eyes.

If the boat rocked any more, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't vomit.

To prevent this horrific future, the Archmage raised Lilith's Moon Staff.

Along with the wizard's chanting, the whistling sea breeze seemed to have turned into a whispering devil. Waves of roars echoed in people's minds, causing them to have tinnitus.

The spell was like a streak of lightning, and the thunder and wind approaching the sailboat gradually weakened and finally disappeared.

Under the people's awed gaze, Teclis staggered back to the cabin. He had to find a place where no one was around to vomit.

It was a big challenge for him to chant on the boat, but fortunately everything went smoothly.

The storm had no effect on the debate between the dwarves and elves, in fact, it had devolved into a war of insults.

"All elves have spare money and can buy a full set of weapons for themselves, but some poor people in the mountains don't even wear armor when they go into battle."

"That's the butcher who swore to die in battle, you pointy-eared fool! Every dwarf has the finest armor!"

"Because you don't need much meteorite for your weapons? Your size does save money."

A loud noise was heard in the cabin, and the humans shrank in worry and fear. They were afraid that after the dwarves and elves started fighting, they would dismantle the already shaky sailboat.

Fortunately, Lynch usually stopped the fights between the tall and short men. When there were no external enemies, the Sword Master and Longbeard always liked to waste their energy in this way.

They always want to see who is better, but if they fight, it will be a life-and-death duel.

What they learned from the war was not tricks, but the art of killing that was deadly.

Deep in the ocean, Eugen More's servant looked curiously at the waterspout in the distance and helped the sailors adjust the course to allow the White Dove to avoid the "Wrath of Mannawe".

There seemed to be countless howling demons in the depths of the darkness, but when lightning lit up the sky, there was only an empty, violently heaving sea.

For some reason, Eugen suddenly felt a biting chill.

Even at dawn, when the ocean-going ship sailed out of the sea, there was still a sense of evil gaze licking Eugen's back.

Eugen began to worry, fearing that this fragile merchant ship had encountered a sea monster.

This is something that is very likely to happen. There are torpedoes on the ship that are specifically designed to target sea monsters, but it is not known whether they are useful. Perhaps the torpedoes are just psychological comfort for the sailors.

The dawn light was somewhat miserable. For some reason, Eugen always felt that the sunrise was like a strong man who had just fallen seriously ill.

The strong sun died over the sea by some terrible, twisted force.

Eugen felt a chill in his heart, he knew that this was the oracle's divination talent, revealing the future for him.

A faint feeling of disgust was telling Eugen that the power of chaos was approaching silently.

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A lone pirate ship appeared on the sea in the distance. The White Dove fired a shot from a long distance, proving that the merchant ship had good combat capabilities and persuading the other side to change its target.

But the silent pirate ship did not react at all and just drifted with the current.

When it drifted into the bombardment range, the captain ordered to open fire without hesitation.

Whatever it is, just sink it.

If you approach rashly, various accidents are likely to occur.

Eugen stared blankly at the warship with the skull and crossbones flag. He did not see any illusory outline of life.

No! There is life, countless tiny creatures are cheering and jumping for joy on the pirate ship.

The sunlight fell on Eugen, and in the warm sunlight, the passion of human beings gradually cooled down.

Needless to say, the ship had encountered demons, and the most terrible of Nurgle demons.

Slaanesh Daemons will play with your mind, Khorne Daemons are more direct, and Tzeentch Daemons tend to hide in the background.

The demons of Nurgle will bring terrible epidemics and plagues, assimilating desperate humans in an invisible war.

The salvo of ten cannons was so powerful that it created splashes of water on the sea.

Eugen was stunned by the amazing accuracy and became panic-stricken. If he couldn't sink the ship at a safe distance, the White Dove would be in trouble.

Fortunately, this is just the unfounded worry of a novice who is setting foot in the ocean for the first time.

The first few rounds of shelling were just calibration, and the fourth round directly covered the pirate ship's hull.

Captain Neil of the White Dove withdrew his gaze lacking interest and looked at his passengers mockingly.

He is an old sailor on the sea and a loyal believer of Mannawe. He has spent more time on the sea than on land.

He had encountered such unusual ships dozens of times, and he knew the secrets of the sea, the secrets that the captains kept from each other.

(End of this chapter)