In the minds of wizards, the Siren King is a lazy monster. It lurks in the deepest part of the sea all year round, dozing quietly, and sometimes it can sleep for hundreds of years in one sleep.
It has become a legend, an epic, rather than a reality for wizards.
The most profound impression that wizards have on the Kraken in reality are the four Kraken that sit down with the Kraken King.
Mist, whirlpool, iceberg, Poseidon.
The Siren King took out his own ribs and used them as keels to build four sea-crossing battleships for his four capable subordinates: the Mist, the Whirlpool, the Iceberg, and the Poseidon.
The four sea monsters each dominate an area of the sea according to east, west, north and south.
Even the Wizards Alliance is powerless against them.
"Nikita, come with me to meet some old friends." The captain of the Mist got out of his cabin at some point and came to the deck.
The young succubus was trembling with excitement.
In the world of demons, there are only a handful of living legends. And these captains are undoubtedly the most dazzling among them. Each of them has killed at least one great wizard, and destroyed countless wizard hunting teams.
In the past, she had only heard these stories from Sir Ulrich's mouth, but now, she will face these legends head-on!
The banshee tightened the fine velvet cloak she was wearing. She felt solemn as she was witnessing history.
Under the sun, the four large ships each occupied one side, silently facing the boundless sea.
An iceberg stands in the north.
The east is in a mirage.
The south is shrouded in fog.
Only the dilapidated Whirlpool in the west was covered with seaweed and shells, parked quietly in the sun.
The captain of the Mist is wearing his own white cloak with a wide hood. He hides most of his face in the hood. On the back of the cloak, the wind lantern logo of the Mist is embroidered, shining in dazzling green in the sun.
Light.
Nikita followed behind him, stepping carefully on the sea surface, fearing that making larger ripples would cause dissatisfaction with the figure in front of him.
"It is difficult to eliminate the impact of one thing, but there are traces to turn a big thing into a small thing." The deep voice of the captain of the Mist seemed very gentle and gentle in the open sea: "Just like you now
Footprints, every step you take on the sea will create circles of ripples, this is the impact you bring."
"Although it is easy to use some capabilities to eliminate these ripples, just like where we are, in this empty sea, any unauthorized capabilities are prohibited and may bring unpredictable consequences."
Nikita was a little nervous and looked around in confusion.
She felt that the captain meant something, but as far as she could see, she could only see four silent ships.
There is a lonely figure on the four ships walking towards the center of the sea.
On the iceberg, the majestic white bear shook its head and moved forward slowly.
What came out of the mirage was a big man wearing a three-cornered hat and a thick black beard.
The captain of the Whirlpool is a bit slovenly in appearance, with his worn leather armor covered with seaweed and shells.
But no matter what, every captain exudes a breathtaking atmosphere.
Nikita felt that she somewhat understood what the captain meant.
For demons, there are no moral constraints such as the wizard's faith. What can restrain their behavior is balance and strength.
Now, in this sea area, four ships and four captains have created a fragile balance.
"If you want to eliminate the ripples under your feet without attracting other people's attention, you can only step on more ripples to hide the originally inconspicuous ripples under your feet."
"The truth is hidden inside." The captain of the Mist sighed with emotion, and suddenly lifted his hood, revealing a pale face.
He laughed loudly, stepped on the sea, and rushed towards the other three captains.
At the same time, the other three captains also stepped on the sea and rushed forward.
A violent impact erupted in front of him, and the rushing air flow was like a wild horse that was running wild, making a hunting sound as it pulled the big cloak on Nikita's body.
In the center where several captains gathered, the demonic energy soared into the sky, tearing the floating clouds above their heads into pieces, and even the sky seemed to be broken. The water under their feet was frantically avoiding the stampede, and in the center of the four large ships
, hiding from an unfathomable eye of the sea.
Nikita gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and rushed forward.
It's just that her speed is too slow.
When she came to the captains, the sea had calmed down again.
Only the endlessly rotating sea eye tells the story of the great power of several legends.
Half of the white cloak worn by the captain of the Mist was torn off, and the other half seemed to have been roasted by fire, revealing the charred wool.
The white bear that came down from the iceberg had two more dark circles in its eyes and black marks on its body. It looked like a distant relative of the old panda in China.
The captain who came from the mirage had a pitch-black beard covered with transparent ice ridges, and the three-cornered leather hat he was wearing had two corners torn off.
Only the captain of the Whirlpool was very slovenly, so there were no signs of injury.
The majestic demonic energy circulated endlessly among the captains, and Nikita felt like she was about to suffocate. Countless thoughts were running wildly in her mind. For a while, she felt that the captain brought her here to serve as food for the four of them.
After a while, she wondered if she would be silenced if she saw the damaged image of several captains.
"Is this the little demon you are talking about?" The captain of the Poseidon was a rough-looking man, wearing a fiery red leather armor and a shaggy black beard. When he saw Nikita, he asked roughly
.
"You can see for yourself." The captain of the Mist waved his hand, his voice sounded a little tired.
Nikita was horrified to find that he was floating up and directly above the dark eye of the sea.
Will she be blinded? Her mind went blank.
The big white bear was the first to step forward.
It had a pair of cruel eyes. Nikita looked at those small scarlet eyes and warned herself not to struggle, not to move, not to look into its eyes.
The big bear walked slowly to her side, wrinkled his nose, sniffed, then circled her twice, nodded, howled in a low voice, and then backed away.
Then there's the captain of the Poseidon.
Then there's the captain of the Whirlpool.
They came to her side one after another, as if they were confirming something.
It wasn't until he fell back to the safety of the sea that Nikita confirmed that he would not be caught in the sea.
The expressions of several captains were serious.
"How long do you think he has been gone?" The captain of the Whirlpool's voice was sharp and harsh, like shells being scraped together. He looked at the captain of the Mist.
"At least ten years."
"But in the past few years, they attacked everywhere and arrested many of our crew members. They were very aggressive." The captain of the Poseidon touched his beard.
"It's just a fierce look and a soft heart."
"Do you know where he went?"
"Maybe we are exploring a new world, maybe we are lost on a certain star road, maybe we have a sudden idea while traveling and crawl into a cave to retreat." The captain of the Mist grinned and smiled silently: "
He might also have died of old age. Everyone knows that he was very old."
Nikita's mind was in chaos, and she vaguely guessed who the captains were talking about.
Her face turned pale and she covered her mouth in horror.
"If your guess is correct, then it is indeed worth our all-out risk." The captain of the Poseidon glanced at the Banshee, then looked at Captain Misty again, his voice sounded dull: "But before that, we need to test
Ichiban.”
"For the sake of peace of mind, each of us has to give it a try." The captain of the Mist pulled up his hood again, and his blue-black lips twisted happily: "And, I will be the first to try it."
…
On the way back to the ship, the captain of the Mist didn't say another word.
It wasn't until he reached the side of the Mist, stood on the sea, and looked at the towering side of the ship that he spoke again: "Don't you want to say something?"
He glanced at the succubus.
"If you need." Nikita's expression seemed more humble and submissive than when he first saw the captain.
The captain of the Mist nodded with satisfaction.
"You should have guessed something just now."
"Now that you've guessed it, just let it rot in your stomach. Those wizards have a lot of weird spells, and I don't want them to know yet."
The banshee crawled on the sea surface, shivering.
"Don't be afraid, you are still useful." The captain pulled her up and looked at her pale face: "Before, you mentioned that you could enter the first university's flight, which is good. I'll give you a month. It worked.
You can officially become a crew member of the Mist. Failed."
The captain smiled: "Wizards will like a lich that throws itself into a trap."
Nikita blinked, the paleness on her face slowly faded, and she showed her charming smile again: "As you wish, my lord."
This chapter has been completed!