Chapter 386 First Battle (Part 2)
At dusk, the sunset shines
Wadengwen's face turned pale and he patroled around.
At this time, the dead had been eaten up by all kinds of fierce fish attracted by blood, and a few survivors were rescued by the old captain Jingke.
The entire ocean is surging, but there is no trace. Once you lose the opportunity, you want to know a ship and a fleet in the vast sea in the sea. This is impossible.
Wadenwen held back his anger and asked a man in a black robe who was hiding in the darkness with his face.
"Master Pumiz, can you know where this Romon is going?" Vadenwen asked: "I heard that there are prophetic spells in the magic system."
"If the prophecy can be used like this, there will be no fugitives in this world, and there will be no you pirates!" Pumiz sneered and said, "If you want to predict the general direction, I can barely do it. Level 4 spell biological positioning can be achieved."
"If you want to directly obtain the specific location of a ship in the vast ocean, in terms of magic, only a great wizard above level 15 can do it, but you only know the location at that time and cannot keep track of it. If you not only want to know the specific location of a ship, but also keep track of it, you can only pray to God directly for answers, but unfortunately the gods are generally not interested in answering such idiotic questions. Of course, if you think your divine grace and favor are enough, you can try it."
"Master Pumiz, as long as you can find out the direction in detail, it is enough." After hearing the sarcastic words, Wadenwen said a little embarrassedly.
Pumiz snorted coldly and said, "I need the breath from one of the other party's items to cast this spell."
"Master Pumiz, we don't have items with each other's breath, but don't forget that they are fighting here. Although they have been swept by fish and oceans, finding something with an aura will not hurt us." Wadenwen said with a good temper, and then directed the people to catch something: "After all, we don't need to find items from the nobleman named Romon, just any item related to the other's fleet."
A level seven-level mage can make progress in the future and will be a noble person at any time. In the future, he will have to borrow a lot of power from his country. He can tolerate the other party's temper.
Seeing him like this, Pumiz felt that Wadenwen should not be underestimated. Although he sneered, his words were not so harsh.
In a moment, an item from the Roman fleet was fished up, and the mage took it over, and his face became solemn.
He began to recite mysterious spells.
The mysterious power slowly condenses, condenses a finger in the air. At the end of the spell, you will get the direction of the other party and everything goes well.
But just as the spell was about to end, an incredible expression suddenly appeared on the face of the originally serious mage, which was truly completely heartfelt horror.
Almost at the same time, a thunder roared in my ears, followed by a huge lightning flash of the sky.
The mage fell down with blood splattering from his mouth, and his fingers in the air suddenly dissipated.
"Master Pumiz, what's wrong with you?" The people around were shocked.
After gasping for a while, Pumiz stopped. He pushed away the pirate who was holding him and raised his head. A few drops of cold water fell on the face of the mage. He raised his head and stared at the distance: "It's raining?"
At this moment, another lightning strike, and with the crackling sound of lightning, heavy rain fell from the sky.
"Master, it doesn't matter, do you?"
"No, it's okay, it happened that the thunderstorm interrupted my casting." The mage narrowed his eyes and thoughtful, but said this: "It's impossible for me to cast this spell for you again within three days."
"Hey, this nobleman is really lucky." Vadenwen swept across the sea, and then saw a group of mages behind him. Although there were only five or six of them inside, he still showed a satisfied look.
"...The people of the Iron Throne will be moved to the island this time. Sir, many people cannot stay on the sea for a long time." Pumis said slowly.
"…Master Pumiz, I will pay attention, but it is said that this nobleman is a druid, maybe we need your strength."
"I understand. If we send the apprentice and relevant personnel to the island, we will leave three wizards here - including me!" Pumiz said in the distance.
"That's all." Wadenwen showed a satisfied look, and then showed murderous intention in the blink of an eye: "Hehe, this noble is really interesting. He actually learned our tactics and will never give him another chance next time."
Almost at the same time, the wind blew, and the fleet of Romon in the distance was also affected.
In the wind and rain, the vast ocean is dark, countless waves collide and roar, the power of water is stirring and swelling, and even in the world, water vapor is evaporating each other, accompanied by a certain rhythm, shrinking in a moment and expanding in a moment.
With his body shaking, Romon woke up from meditation, and the exploration that had sunk into his body receded like a tide.
Open your eyes and feel the storm outside.
"How is the situation?" Romon came out and saw a first mate serving him without surprise, so he asked.
"Sir, although the storm is strong, the Og Strait is close to the mainland and the waves are not very big." The first mate said. He was a middle-aged man and the group of people from Shakater back then.
Now, after fifteen years, the group of people who have been following him have become captains or first mates after Shakat's development, and Romon didn't mind much about this.
In a feudal country, although the royal power and the lord's power are not the only ones, they also ensure the stability of status and order, and it is basically impossible to rebel.
“When will I be able to return to the port?”
"If we do not intercept, if we sail overnight, we can reach the port before dawn."
"Okay, let's leave these things to you. By the way, call Shakat for me." Romon said.
"Yes, sir!"
Seeing the first mate go out, Romon sat lazily on the sofa.
Holding a piece of parchment in my hand, I tossed and turned around, and after a closer look, it was a map of the coastal area.
From the perspective of the earth, this map is extremely rough and not accurate enough, but in this world, this is an accurate map. If it is not a noble, it cannot get such things.
Of course, there must be also the upper levels of the Mage Union and the Adventurer Guild.
To a certain extent, the map is still quite detailed, and all coastal towns and even villages have marked marks, as well as feasible rivers, forests, and coastal waterways have also been drawn.
The entire coastal area presents a concave shape, and the coastal plains are developed, and not far away is the thorn forest, with large areas of untouched mountains and forests forming a nearly narrow area.
After only a glance at the Thorn Forest, Romon found his territory and looked at the surrounding islands.
There are more than a dozen islands around, but what moved Romon was an island called "Treasure Island". It covers an area of ​​97 square kilometers and is only 23 miles along the coast. It takes only two hours to travel back and forth. Since it was occupied by pirates, it is only a brief introduction.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Shakater, wearing a straight navy uniform, came in: "Sir, what have you summoned?"
"Sit down, the sailors are in a stable condition now?"
"Sir, it has been completely stable. Except for the dead in the battle, there are estimated that only about 20 people will become disabled and cannot be completely recovered. The rest are stable under your healing potion."
"Well, this time we took advantage of many opportunities to delay and exhaust the pirates and win the battle, but there were many problems exposed!" Romon said.
"Yes, I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I didn't expect that the pirates are so high now." Shakater was a straightforward person. He said: "In comparison, even if we run-in, the combat effectiveness of our sailors is still a bit short of it."
"After this battle, what about now?"
"It's still a little worse." Shakat understood what Romon meant and said.
"We launched a sneak attack this time, but judging from the reaction of the pirates, we may not have this opportunity next time, so in the final analysis, it is still strength. When you go back this time, you must enrich the navy and enrich the four additional ships." Romon said this and narrowed his eyes suddenly: "As for the original naval officers, all of them will be repelled."
"Yes, sir!" Shakater couldn't help but feel trembling when he heard this.
Seeing him agreeing, Romon smiled. This victory, he dragged back four ships and sunk one. He had made great achievements. The nobles urged him to start. There was a reason.
Perhaps only by raising enemies to respect themselves can you continuously gain benefits?
Romon even flashed by this thought vaguely.
Then, he put aside this thought and asked, "Do you know what happened to Treasure Island before?"
"Sir, I know one thing. Since it was said that a gold or silver mine was found on the island, it was called Treasure and Silver Island. But now the gold and silver have been lighting up long ago."
"What are the conditions? Can it be developed?" Romon asked this question.
"Sir, there is a small plain in the east of the island. Other landforms are hilly, but the water depth is wide, making it an excellent harbor. Near this island is the best fishing ground on the coast, with various fish, shrimps and crabs produced." Shakater thought for a while and replied.
After a pause, he understood what Romon meant and said excitedly: "Sir, I think that if that island, even if it is not a hill, can develop five jazz lords just by plains! Moreover, there are rich fishing grounds nearby. If this island can be used as a territory, it can be at least equivalent to a territory of 50 square kilometers on land."
"It's good to have plains, you can develop some farmland." Romon smiled slightly, just said simply, shrugging his shoulders: "Is this piece of meat big or small? Who has no idea what the nobles have? It's hard to say whether they can be used."
"Sir, didn't you say before that the spoils belong to you? If you conquer this island, it should be your territory, right?" Shakater slapped his thigh and made a crisp sound, saying.
"Well... the trophy refers to the ordinary trophy. Whether this island counts is hard to say." Romon touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then slowly said: "I'm afraid it's not that simple, it's really a bit tricky!"
"But, the matter is human. As long as you train the fleet well, we still have a chance - I will not be stingy with meritorious ministers." Romon said with a sneer.
"Yes, sir!" Although he said vaguely, Shakat had already heard the meaning, and he saluted correctly: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!