Chapter 460: Sick Girl Tracy
Angel muttered to himself, expressing doubts about the combat capability of this "arsonist" who was of the same order as Danitz. However, he still stared wide-eyed and leaned close to the magic mirror, observing the surrounding environment, trying to confirm Elaine's current location.
No matter what, he couldn't just sit there and watch her get kidnapped again... Besides, he still depended on her for his Roselle diary!
The image in the magic mirror kept changing angles as Angel thought. She quickly confirmed that the boat had just sailed out of a small private port at dusk, and was near Bayam.
It is one of the smuggling ports jointly created by the rebels and local pirates. It is not big, but it is hidden enough.
Moreover, in addition to a few sailors rowing on the boat... there was also a man with deep eye sockets, short eyebrows, and a fierce look in his brown eyes from time to time. He was wearing a leather jacket and wide-leg pants that pirates liked to wear when they came ashore. He kept instructing the rowing sailors to adjust the direction, but his eyes kept glancing at Elaine, and his throat was moving.
Mithor King was originally a captain under Vice Admiral Hurricane Zilingos. After being recruited by Tracy, he became the third mate of the flagship "Black Death". His nickname was "The Whisperer". The most recent bounty on his head was 5,400 pounds.
Angel quickly retrieved the pirate's information from the wanted poster in his mind and understood the destination of the ship carrying Elaine.
They must be preparing to head to the Black Death, which had been hovering near Bayam for the past two weeks, to the side of Vice Admiral Disease.
"Tracy is truly persistent. Could it be that she truly loves Elaine? And how was Elaine captured...was she recognized by chance, or was she located by divination?" Angel muttered with a frown. "But Elaine certainly didn't have much power against the Wormtongue. Judging by Iron Maiviti's strength, the Black Death's third mate should also be at Sequence 6. Although his bounty isn't as high as Danitz's, but..."
The image in the magic mirror faded and disappeared, returning to its normal surface.
If I rush there now, I might be able to save Elaine... But facing a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain and her numerous Beyonders, I'm afraid I'd be in danger on my own...
With a slight sigh, Angel put away the magic mirror, quickly set up a simple altar, summoned Ms. Wensa, and asked her to bring a message to Mr. Azik.
This will serve as your necessary trump card.
Considering that Klein and Danitz would not be able to return in the short term, Angel prayed to Mr. Fool and asked him to notify them, but he did not hold out much hope.
After doing all this, she packed her equipment, jumped directly from the balcony, and lightly jumped to the roof of another building below, and then quickly rushed towards the private port outside the city.
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As night fell, Bayam once again displayed its prosperity and bustle as the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, but the dense forest outside the city was pitch black. No one dared to set foot on the roads that had been barely opened in the absence of sunlight. Otherwise, they would not only be waiting for the elusive resistance army, but also various ferocious beasts.
Angel used the invisible silk thread and his lightness to move quickly between the trees, and soon arrived at the private port not far from the city. Compared with the deserted outside, the port was extremely noisy at this time. Small speedboats docked at different docks from time to time, and workers moved the smuggled goods into the port, preparing to ship them to various places.
Compared to the port where Bayam almost stopped working at night, this was the real "night market"... Angel sighed secretly, then hid his figure and followed the divination picture to the place where the boat that transported Elaine had left.
Perhaps to avoid other people, the dock was quite remote. Only two pirates were watching from the shore, perhaps waiting for the boat to return. Angel approached from behind, kicking each pirate into the sea. He then used silk thread to tie their hands and feet tightly, then hoisted them upside down from the water and carried them to him.
"I only need one person to question. You can shout for help and give the opportunity to your companions."
She spoke softly, immediately stopping the two pirates from shouting.
"Where was the red-haired lady taken just now?"
Seeing that the two were quite obedient, Angel smiled with satisfaction and continued to ask.
"She, she's going..."
"You're going to die!"
The pirate on the right was about to answer when he was stopped by the one on the left. Angel's smile froze on his face. With a slight wave of his hand, the silk ropes tied around the pirate's feet loosened slightly, and his upper body sank into the cold sea water. A string of bubbles gurgled out, and his tightly bound limbs struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Go on."
"Yes, she was taken away by Mithor King, the third mate of Vice Admiral Disease. Her ship, the Black Death, was waiting near an island offshore, about five nautical miles away..."
Perhaps he was frightened by his companions' experience, so the pirate spoke everything very quickly, even indicating directions with his eyes.
Five nautical miles? That's pretty close. Tracy seems to have taken a lot of risks to bring Elaine back... Angel pondered and continued to ask:
"Is the Black Death the only ship there?"
"Of course, if the entire fleet came over, it would definitely be discovered by the navy."
"How did you find the red-haired lady?"
"I, I don't know. I just helped them prepare the boat, but Misor said he spent 1,500 pounds to buy the news..."
Angel asked a few more detailed questions and did a simple divination to confirm that the pirate did not dare to lie, so he pulled the other pirate who had fallen into a coma due to lack of oxygen out of the sea and threw him aside.
"If you don't want to be strangled to death in your dreams, you know what to say."
She threatened casually, her eyes looking at the distant sea, which was the direction where Mithor King's boat had sailed. It had been an hour since she had performed the magic mirror divination, and the other party might have approached or even boarded the "Black Death".
Touching the "Rose Necklace" on her chest, she switched to the soul of the "Wind-Blessed One". Exquisite phantom scales appeared on Angel's body, covering every inch of her skin. The only pirate still awake retreated with his hands and feet, a look of fear on his face.
"Yes, yes, you have never been here..."
With a chuckle, Angel jumped off the dock and into the cold sea. The sea water with great resistance was separated by the phantom scales, allowing her to gain unparalleled underwater speed.
Five nautical miles, she can get there in ten minutes!
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Not far from Blue Mountain Island, next to a small island, a ship covered in black with a huge skull painted on its flag was docked in the shadow of the cliff.
This is the flagship of Vice Admiral Disease's fleet, the Black Death.
On the deck, gently rocked by the sea, sailors, under the command of the boatswain, hoisted the sails and reeled in the anchor chains, preparing to launch this warship, which ranked high on the fleet wanted lists of the Loen Navy and the Church of Storms, and leave Bayam.
No matter how strictly the news is blocked, as soon as the sun rises tomorrow, they will have nowhere to hide and will inevitably be exposed to the sight of passenger ships and cargo ships on busy shipping routes, and then be surrounded by the military, making it impossible for them to escape.
Of course, for their captain, for "Vice Admiral Disease" Tracy, every sailor on the ship was willing to die!
Amidst their busy schedule, these sailors would occasionally cast their eyes towards the captain's cabin at the stern, which was higher than the deck. The dream lover of every crew member on the "Black Death" was in that luxurious cabin at the moment.
Unfortunately, she was accompanied by another woman today...
In the captain's room, at the center of the sailors' attention, Tracy was wearing a carefully selected slim-fitting linen white shirt and tight beige trousers. Her short boots made a distracting squeaking sound on the carpet. She paced back and forth nervously, frequently looking at the door.
“Bang, bang—”
There was a knock on the door.
"Let her come in alone."
Tracy spoke immediately without waiting for the person outside the door to speak, and then she quickly returned to the desk, sat in the high-back chair, crossed her legs on the table, and casually tidied her long black hair with some curls. The expression on her face gradually became indifferent, but the expectation in her blue eyes could not be concealed at all.
After posing, she felt her hands were a little empty, so she used an invisible silk thread to pull a black leather whip from the corner into her hands, held it with both hands and pulled it, then nodded with satisfaction.
After all, necessary punishment must be given... Tracy stared at the door until the sound of the door opening and closing was heard, and a figure that she had been dreaming about walked into the room.
Elaine's long red hair was curled back. Her blouse and knee-length skirt were soaked through by the seawater, clinging to her body and showcasing the hunter's perfect figure. The wet white shirt revealed her alluring skin beneath. Her toned legs, outlined by the long skirt, slowly moved forward, leaving a continuous trail of water on the carpet.
Her expression was tense and she tried hard to appear indifferent, but the blush on her cheeks revealed the intense emotional fluctuations in her heart.
"Didn't I ask them to change your clothes?" Seeing the embarrassed Elaine, Tracy's elegant eyebrows slightly frowned. "Are you planning to let me help you change?"
She shook the whip in her hand, stood up from the high-back chair, and walked towards Elaine step by step with a smile on her face, her eyes wandering wantonly over her.
"What difference does it make? You're going to strip me naked anyway."
Elaine had a blank expression on her face, staring straight ahead and answering with her lips pursed.
As if surprised by her words, Tracy paused for a moment before saying:
"Are you planning to accept your fate? This isn't like you normally... What happened in the past half month? No, you, who have you been with this whole time?"
Suddenly remembering the red dress she had fished out of the sea that day, Tracy's eyes twitched. She tightened the whip in her hand, swung it suddenly, and whipped forward with a "snap".
The resilient whip passed by Elaine with a whistling sound and hit the carpet heavily.
"You think I don't dare to hit you? You don't even try to hide, huh?" Looking at Elaine, whose expression remained unchanged and who stood there motionless, Tracy gritted her teeth and said, "It seems that I have indulged you too much over the past year, allowing you to even dare to run away and hang out with others. Today, today I'm going to make you..."
She pulled back the whip and held it in her hand, her tone threatening at first, then gradually becoming lower and hesitant.
There's even some alluring vibrato at the end.
"What do you want me to do?"
Elaine's eyes finally moved, falling on Tracy's face, and then her chest that was rising and falling rapidly due to her rapid breathing, her slender waist, her long legs, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She dared to challenge me... Tracy exhaled a breath of foul air and raised her left hand holding the whip again. Her eyes darted from Elaine's bare calves, her waist and hips wrapped in a long skirt, to her arms that were tightly attached to her shirt, and finally to her plump, firm, and perfectly shaped breasts. The whip was reluctant to fall.
Hey, wait… Elaine, is she this big?
A hint of doubt flashed through Tracy's mind, which was overwhelmed by the joy of reunion, the anger of being disobeyed, and the burning desire.
The next second, "Elaine's" left wrist rippled like water, and a strangely shaped bone bracelet appeared on her slender wrist. Then, with a flash of light, it turned into a sharp dagger and stabbed straight at Tracy's throat.
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