On an airship near the port, a middle-aged man who looked like a rat spirit looked at Carl and Hope and began to have evil thoughts.

The team he was in usually plundered everywhere as sky pirates, and occasionally pretended to be adventurers to sell the stolen goods.

Human trafficking is just a routine operation. In fact, they will do anything as long as there is money to be made.

Scarcity makes things valuable, and warforged have always been quite popular in the slave market of the Elemental Plane of Air.

Looking at the two "weak" war terracotta warriors, the leader of the team narrowed his eyes, then slapped his thigh and stood up from the wooden barrel.

"What do you mean by doing something? We are legitimate adventurers! Those two guys stole our mechanical griffin and destroyed our goods. We must catch them and make them sell themselves to pay off their debts!"

After speaking these words with his head held high, the bearded warrior drew the scimitar from his waist with a smile.

His subordinates reacted for two seconds, and then began to praise their boss's words.

The medium-sized airship turned in mid-air and rushed towards Carl and Hope aggressively.

"Karl, there's an airship following us. Could it be a spy sent by Lisanna's enemies?"

Holding the humanoid construct controlled by Carl, Hope was bored and paying attention to the movements around her, and the changes in the airship soon aroused her suspicion.

"Oh? What a coincidence? I just wanted to test the combat ability of this body. Most of the professional features cannot be used on this body. I only have two injection positions left to use. I don't know how much strength I can exert."

Carl also noticed the unusual movement of the airship and stopped the mechanical griffin, waiting for the other party to approach.

He and Hope did not bring any equipment this time, but their respective mechanical bodies were modified according to Midris's prosthetic standards.

Even without much magical enhancement, both of them can exert the strength of at least a level 8 warrior.

Soon, the airship caught up.

The bearded warrior immediately swung his scimitar and shouted to his subordinates behind him: "Men! Capture these two thieves! Sell them to the slave market to make up for our losses!"

Regardless of whether anyone around could hear them or not, after they shouted this, two magic spells suddenly erupted from the group, seemingly trying to directly shoot down Carl and the other man.

At this time, Carl and the mechanical griffin under him were almost in sync with each other. Before the spell approached, he controlled the mechanical griffin to perform a beautiful side flip to avoid it.

Using psychic power to manipulate the wetware's thinking core, the mechanical griffin pounced on the semi-professional sky pirates who were slandering Carl and the other man like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Carl and Hope jumped and landed steadily on the deck.

"I'll be on your left and you on your right!"

After saying this to Hope beside him, Carl lowered his body and suddenly jumped forward.

His leg joints had been deformed at this time, and two spring-like structures allowed his movement speed to increase dramatically.

A faint red light appeared on the two robotic arms, and then purple electric light appeared.

This change immediately made the boss of the airship realize that something was wrong. He held the scimitar across his body and shouted:

"That's a tricky idea! Beat them up first!"

Warforged slaves are certainly valuable, but this semi-professional sky pirate knows which is more important, his life or gold coins.

Carl and Hope only made a slight move and put his team in a mess. If they wanted to capture such an enemy alive, it would definitely cause them considerable casualties.

The bearded man didn't think that if he died in battle here, any of his followers would be willing to spend 500 gold coins to resurrect him.

As a person who grew up in bed, Hope was deeply influenced by Carl in many ways.

It has become an instinct to capture the leader first.

"Ah~Woo~"

With a beastly roar, Hope's humanoid construct turned into a mechanical black panther.

As it ran, its front claws split in the middle, revealing the sharp mantis blade inside.

The two sky pirates who were blocking Hope's way were about to attack, but their weapons were cut off by two black rays as soon as they were swung out.

The broken sword blades spun out, and their original owners covered their abdomens and fell to the ground with two thuds.

Seeing how ferocious Hope was, the bearded sky pirate was also a flexible person. As soon as Carl approached, he said in a hurry: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Our adventure group encountered two warforged thieves before. They stole a mechanical griffin we just bought and a lot of property. We were wrong, wrong!"

After hearing the bearded air pirate's explanation, Carl actually stopped.

He extinguished the electric light and red glow on his hand, and took two steps forward hesitantly.

Seeing this, the bearded air thief simply knelt down.

He explained with tears in his eyes, as if he really launched the attack because he had mistakenly identified the war forged.

Hope didn't come closer at this time, but wandered around the periphery of the battlefield.

The mechanical griffin and the air pirates who still had the strength to fight also stopped, and everyone's attention was focused on Carl and the bearded air pirate.

Just as Carl lowered his head, as if thinking about whether to accept the apology, the bearded air pirate who was kneeling on the ground suddenly jumped up and slashed at Carl's neck with the scimitar in his hand with unusual precision.

His movements were extremely skillful; it would have been impossible to achieve such smoothness and precision without hundreds of times of practice.

The air pirates who had originally stopped had cruel looks on their faces, but the next second, the bearded air pirate's body suddenly flew up like a torn sackcloth.

The red light and electric light reappeared on Carl's mechanical arm, and his original standing posture with his head down turned into the action of performing the Rising Dragon Fist.

Blood and a mouth full of teeth flew out of the bearded air pirate's mouth. The huge impact on his jaw made his eyes turn white and he immediately lost consciousness.

"It's over!"

I don't know who in the crowd suddenly muttered this, but the semi-professional sky pirates who were still able to fight suddenly scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, and without caring about anything else, they jumped down from both sides of the airship.

In just a blink of an eye, Carl, Hope, and the mechanical griffin that served as their mount were the only ones left on the huge deck.

"Well, most of these guys are warriors below level 8, and they are all champion warriors. Only two of them seem to be tricksters, but they seem to have died under Bobo's claws."

Soon, Hope finished picking up the body and threw it over the side of the deck.

"Bobo? You even gave it a nickname?"

When Carl heard Hope's name for the mechanical griffin, he suddenly found it quite funny.

The staunch pragmatist from Droaam would never give a nickname to a mechanical griffin whose usefulness was unknown.

(End of this chapter)