Storm Bay, Port No. 1.

Near noon, a steamship built by the Linland family was docked here.

The sailors counted the cargo, then sorted the sorted cargo into corresponding dimensional bags according to category.

The sailors were talking and laughing, and seemed to be in a good mood.

However, when someone mentioned words like "Spirit King" or "competition", they would shake their heads helplessly or sigh.

In four days, the Spirit King Card Tournament will be held, but these sailors who are about to set sail will not be able to make it.

"Alas, when I heard that the competition was going to be postponed, I was happy for a while, thinking I could catch up, but I didn't expect that they would only postpone it for two days. It looks like I won't have a chance to become the Spirit King this time!"

After all the goods were transported, the boatswain with a messy beard looked very regretful, as if he really had a chance.

But the sailors around him did not give him this face and started to make fun of him.

"Come on, Boss. With your skills, you have to fight hard against us rookies. How can you expect to become the Spirit King? I heard that an adventurer went deep into the stormy Lonely Mountain and found the materials to condense the spirits of powerful monsters!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard that someone has obtained the hair of a griffin and wants to use it to condense the corresponding spirit!"

For the residents of Storm Bay, the hottest topic recently is the Spirit King Card Tournament.

Even people who haven't played this game are keen to discuss it because it is such a hot topic.

These sailors are naturally also players of this game. When they are bored at sea, they like to play spirit cards.

Compared to the monotonous guessing of dice points, they prefer this game that requires a certain amount of strategy and tests luck.

"Hey! You guys! I usually give in to you! This is just..."

Halfway through his words, the boatswain's expression suddenly disappeared, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

The other sailors also noticed the change in their boss, so they looked back and found a large group of slightly thin and gorgeously dressed men and women following their captain.

Next to the captain was a middle-aged man in more gorgeous clothes. They were talking about something with serious expressions.

"Tsk! A luxury cruise ship just left the day before yesterday. Why didn't these people go with that ship? Instead, they stayed on our freighter? We have to sleep together!"

Seeing the group of people boarding the boat, a sailor murmured in a low voice with dissatisfaction.

But judging from the expressions of the other sailors around him, these words were exactly what all the sailors were thinking.

After a long silence, the boatswain turned around and said to his men behind him, "Alright, alright, let's go to the warehouse to play cards later. It's spacious enough there. But first, we have to make a deal, we can't be lazy on the deck patrols. Let's take turns playing."

"Yeah! The boss is wise!" Amidst all the free flattery, the boatswain went to the captain's room to discuss the departure time of the steamship.

No one noticed that a figure sneaked into the steamship carrying a piece of wood on his back and entered the cabin with a clear purpose.

By stealth, he made his way to the maintenance room, which was rarely visited.

Tools used to perform emergency repairs on steamships are stored here, but apart from regular maintenance, no crew members are ever willing to come here.

Superstitious sailors believe that if you frequent this spot, problems will ensue on your boat.

The figure who sneaked in used a lock-picking tool to quickly open the door lock, then slipped in. After confirming that the place was safe enough, he placed the wooden board behind him on the ground and pressed his palms on the board.

"Buzz~"

On the wooden board, a two-dimensional portal gradually took shape with the power of the dragon pattern.

"Very good, the plan was successful!"

On the other side of the portal, the alien dragon pattern holders from the Takanaan family spoke excitedly.

The wanderer who once hunted Udyr and the gloomy man who once stored the treasure of the Kundarak family were among them.

"Come here quickly! Although this wooden board made of activated wood can replace the tree and allow me to use my dragon pattern ability, its maintenance time is also correspondingly shortened!"

Veins popped out on his forehead as the alien dragon-marked bearer who sneaked in spoke in an anxious tone.

The Takkanan assassins on the opposite side didn't waste any more time and jumped directly into the portal, sneaking onto the ship secretly.

Tonight, they are going to assassinate the captain of the ship and obtain an item on the ship.

…

In the wilderness area, in the forest where two Valenar elves are hiding.

"It's my turn! Draw a card!"

In the woods, two elves with delicate looks sat on the ground with their respective spirit cards placed in front of them.

At this moment, it is the turn of the male elf Tum.

After taking a look at the cards he drew, the male elf with a resolute look and hard facial features rarely smiled.

After seeing his smile, his companion, the female elf Kasa, scratched her head in a mad way.

"You must have drawn a powerful card again! How come you are so lucky with cards!"

Ignoring his companion's wailing, Thum drew a card and displayed it face up on the board.

"Activate equipment card, Necromancer Staff, equipment target, Necromancer!"

As he spoke, a streak of light flew out from the equipment card and merged with the magician in the gorgeous black robe on the field.

A staff inlaid with purple-black dragon crystal suddenly became real and appeared in the magician's hand.

At this moment, Kassadin felt a strange power emanating from the mage's spirit, and Tum on the opposite side also stood up, pointing at Kassadin's ace spirit with a somewhat childish look.

"The true power of the Necromancer has been revived! Face death! Finger of Death!"

As if synchronized with Thum's thoughts, the Necromancer Spirit emitted a black-gray ray at the same time as its master declared death, hitting Kaisa's ace spirit - a Hero's Blade elf that was 60% similar to her.

The spirit holding the double-edged scimitar, who looked like a simplified version of the Flame Dragon Warrior, tried hard to block with the weapon in her hand, but the spell of the Finger of Death eventually pierced through her body.

The black and gray energy wrapped around her "corpse", and the next second, the spirit turned into a black whirlwind and came to Tum's camp.

However, her skin had turned from the healthy complexion of a normal elf to a bluish-gray color, and the strength of her spirit seemed to have weakened as well.

This is the special effect after the Necromancer uses the Finger of Death to kill the spirit. It does not absorb the opponent to strengthen himself, but controls the opponent's spirit and makes it his own subordinate.

(End of this chapter)