After a sudden heavy rain on the sea.

In an instant, the sky cleared up again, and the weather in this sea area was so unpredictable.

A three-masted sailboat decorated with sharp horns sailed alone on the calm sea. On the black main sail, a silver eagle stretched its wings. The simple but expressive lines outlined the indescribable beauty and power.

I even seem to hear a few proud eagle calls in my ears from time to time.

Like most ordinary pirates, this is a pirate ship that was converted from a merchant ship. However, unlike other common pirate ships, this one has too many New World indigenous-style things added to it.

The sharp corners of the totem, the colorful curtains, the unique paintings, the dried and fleshy heads of beasts, well, maybe it’s more than just beasts.

This unique-looking pirate ship is the "Eagle Spirit" that was returning just after participating in the "Moby-Dick Harbor Massacre".

It's just that unlike the crew members who had obtained a large sum of treasure and were happily preparing to squander it in various gold selling dens, at this time in the captain's cabin, the two most senior people on the ship were having a fierce dispute.

"Wizard! Are these treasures we got really not going to be returned to the tribe?!" A strong indigenous young man with a dark brown upper body with an eagle tattoo asked his captain excitedly, waving his arms.

Whether it is according to the rules of the sea or the rules of the tribe, the identity of the captain and wizard forces the young man to show the greatest respect to the person sitting behind the table. His current behavior is the ultimate expression of his dissatisfaction.

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"Tribe? Where do we still have tribes?

Karawusu, your wife, children, and children have all died under the guns of those blond demons who call themselves ‘civilized people’!”

Captain Aklava used a quill to record something on the parchment. He raised his head and casually glanced at his compatriot and first mate, and continued immersed in writing.

"However, there are still many survivors in the tribe, and they are still the people of the 'Eagle Spirit'! They are struggling to survive under the oppression of the 'Blonde Demon'. Didn't we always do this after we obtained the treasure?

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The indigenous young man stepped forward and continued to fight in his own way. As a heroic "Eagle Warrior", he did not allow himself to betray his fellow tribesmen at will, not even the tribe's wizard!

"Haha! The people of the 'Eagle Spirit'?

The last time we went back, they had been tamed by those 'blond demons', completely forgetting their beliefs and becoming slaves of others! They are no longer worthy of being converted under the wings of the 'Eagle Spirit'!

We are the descendants of the condor! Even old age and death cannot make us surrender, let alone a mere alien race? From the moment they choose to obey, the 'people' are all dead!!!"

The wizard's merciless words hit the young samurai hard, and the conflict between emotions and beliefs left him at a loss. On the one hand, those who betrayed their beliefs did not deserve sympathy, but on the other hand, they were the tribe who raised him as an orphan after all!

"Remember, Karawusu! As long as we are alive, the tribe will continue! The 'Eagle Spirit' will always protect us!

As long as we continue to plunder, collect wealth, and absorb the knowledge and technology of the 'blond devil', sooner or later, we will be able to regain our homeland and drive out all those evil invaders!"

This time the wizard finally put down the pen and paper in his hand, looked into the young first mate's eyes, and spoke piously and firmly.

"Yes, wizard! The 'Eagle Spirit' always protects us!"

While he seemed to be responding firmly, Karawusu's eyes fell on the wizard's buffalo leather boots, the gold ring inlaid with topaz, the convenient writing tool in his hand, and the fluffy white shirt. And outside the porthole,

There happened to be sailors passing by, including natives and the so-called "blond devil"!

Although this situation is a bit unbelievable to the indigenous pirates who should hate the "blond devil" very much.

But the reason why the crew cannot remain pure is that, in addition to the fact that pure indigenous pirates are easily boycotted by other peers on the sea, the most important thing is that all technical work types on the ship cannot do without these "blond devils"!

Without them, not to mention the complicated operation of sails and cables, even the relatively simple use of artillery would be difficult for pure indigenous people.

Although he is young, Karawusu often thinks independently about the future of the tribe. The wizard's idea is very good, and he agrees with it. Maybe one day in the future, the beautiful goal can really be realized.

but.

If this continues, even if we win in the end, will we absorb the technology of the "blond devil", or will we be absorbed and assimilated by the "blond devil"? Ten or twenty years later, we will really still be the "Eagle Spirit"

People?!

For this question, even the great "Eagle Spirit" could not give him an answer.

The atmosphere in the captain's cabin suddenly fell silent.

"Lower sail and slow down!"

Suddenly, a shout from the deck broke the strange atmosphere.

That was the sound of the sail length on the ship.

Only in emergencies, the sailmaster would bypass the first mate and the captain would give the order directly. Both of them were shocked when they heard the movement.

No longer caring about the debate about the future, the two quickly rushed out of the captain's cabin.

call

White fog, a large thick white fog that makes you invisible, like a snow-white wall extending beyond the horizon, rolling in from the sea directly in front.

Before the two men could issue a new order, the "Eagle Spirit" they were on was instantly flooded like a wave.

"Why is there such a heavy sea fog? Didn't it just rain heavily?"

The pirates on the ship were talking a lot. Some thought the fog was strange, while others swore that it was just a common natural celestial phenomenon in their rich sailing careers. They had encountered it countless times.

Listening to the discussion of the crew, the captain and wizard Aklava had no expression on his face. As an indigenous wizard with keen spirituality, he did not think that the fog was a simple coincidence.

"Shut up! Bring up a sheep!"

There was silence on the deck for a moment. It was obvious that the indigenous captain had great authority on this pirate ship.

However, the sailors couldn't tell whether it was because of the captain's majesty or the wizard's weirdness.

"Baa baa baa"

Soon a sailor followed his instructions and dragged a live sheep from the cabin onto the deck and respectfully delivered it to Aklava.

The wizard easily pressed the very strong white ram on the deck with only one left hand. He muttered words in his mouth. To others, they sounded very messy and strange words, but they seemed to communicate with some kind of existence at once.

The great existence in the dark attracted his attention.

At the same time, Aklava held an exquisite silver dagger in his right hand and skillfully cut open the ram's belly. Bloody and colorful internal organs with fascia flowed out instantly.

Wow

Mie(mie)!!!

The strange thing is that, despite being in extreme pain, the ram didn't move at all after Aklava let go of his hand. He just stretched his neck hard, and his originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom, leading to a gray...

It's like a dream world.

The wizard didn't care about the ram's reaction, but concentrated on staring at its flowing internal organs. He even reached out to hold up part of it, and kept chanting curses.

Through these internal organs, it slowly connects its own spirituality to its soul, which is between life and death, and thus explores the secrets in the underworld.

At the same time, deep in the fog, a warship moved quickly as if it had noticed a spider that had caught its prey.

The vast fog could not create any obstacle for the "Conch". With the assistance of the "Prow Statue Monsoon Goddess", it quickly approached the black-sailed pirate ship that had lowered its sails due to the heavy fog and did not dare to move anymore.

The effect of [Ocean Secret Treasure·Misty Silver Lamp], in addition to the holder, can also specify that the vision of no more than three companions will not be affected by heavy fog.
Chapter completed!