At nine o'clock the next morning, the sun had not yet risen and the sky was pitch black.
A corner of Iron Anchor Bay anchorage.
At least a hundred large and small pirate ships quietly gathered together to form an independent and exclusive small group.
Although the blood cross flag of the Kingdom of Hattings is not openly hung on the mast, most of the sailing style, decoration, and even the appearance of the pirates are of the Hattings people.
There is no doubt that they are all privateers belonging to the White Rose York family!
The [Pirate Code] of Iron Anchor Bay recognizes their piracy and accepts privateering captains from all countries.
It also allows them to travel unimpeded in this pirate port.
At the center of a group of privateers was the [Nemesis], which was comparable in size to the Kingdom's Navy's 74-gun third-class ship.
Compared with other short pirate ships, it stands out.
This is the flagship of the pirate fleet under Senator Edward Redbeard!
There is a special combat command room in the tall poop, where many privateer captains gathered at this time.
Extraordinaries no longer seemed unusual. Only the second-level professional level was eligible to get a chair, and the first-level attendants could only stand and listen.
On the contrary, it was [Woodpecker] Maltz who had competed with Byron for Bruch before.
Although he is only at the first level, he has gained a position by relying on his unique black magic [Queen Ant Blessing].
Among the privateer captains.
Wearing a black dress and a black hat, he looked like an extraordinary being who had just returned from someone else's funeral.
Holding a dirty headscarf in his hand, he drank himself a glass of highly hallucinogenic absinthe and muttered:
"People come from the sea and return to the sea...
The drums will cease, the bagpipes will be silent... Arnold, Arnold... come back, come back..."
After repeatedly calling a person's name, his body suddenly convulsed violently like a convulsion.
The entire conference room also became extremely cold, and many extraordinary beings with higher inspirations could even hear something whispering in the shadows at the corner of the table.
The surrounding privateer captains all became nervous involuntarily.
Because the [Psychic Medium] from the cemetery sequence in front of me is using his special skill - [Psychic Channeling]!
After taking some highly hallucinogenic herbal medicine or medicinal wine, their spirit will enter a trance state between life and death.
Let your consciousness break away from the material body, communicate with some dead spirits in the void, and obtain information about the deceased.
Of course, this kind of psychic ritual is also very dangerous, and you must have a stable enough [anchor] to anchor yourself.
Otherwise, there is a risk that the consciousness will be quietly lost, or even eaten by some beings in the world of the dead.
Therefore, before the [psychic medium] channeled the spirit, he specially borrowed a sum of money from every captain present. No one hoped that he would fail.
However, as time goes by.
Seeing the biting wind blowing the turban continuously, no spiritual body could appear.
A pirate captain wearing a three-cornered hat and with bloodshot eyes asked anxiously:
"how's it going?"
After a long time, [Psychic Medium] opened his eyes tiredly, shook his head, and said in a dead-like tone:
“As expected, Arnold’s spirit has also dissipated like the previous victims.
I couldn't find out the identity of the murderer.
But the style is obviously still the same [Wild Hunt]. "
Bang!
The pirate captain's original hope turned into boundless anger.
He raised his hand and slapped the thick oak table hard, looked at the attendees and said angrily:
"Not counting ordinary members, just the extraordinary ones are already the sixth one!
Are we going to continue to be beaten passively like this? Will it be you or me who will die in the Privateering Alliance tomorrow? !
If this continues, people's hearts will be shattered. "
He took a few steps in place anxiously.
“Our people are missing every day during this time.
What’s even more disgusting is that it wasn’t until last night that we discovered that the arrogant [Wild Hunt] only killed the captains and pirate officers of our Privateering Alliance!
Damn it, do you really think we are all stupid? "
The other pirate captains also looked gloomy and expressed deep sympathy for the speaker.
Because the one who just disappeared last night was his first mate, an alcoholic [One-eyed Dragon] Arnold.
He was also the target of the psychic’s communication just now.
Everyone talks about missing people, but in fact everyone knows that the missing people are actually dead.
They are a group of privateer captains with all professions.
[Prophet] in the tower sequence, [Hunter] in the wilderness sequence, [Psychic Medium] in the cemetery sequence...
But I don’t know what methods the murderer used.
Not only the corpses, but also the spirits of extraordinary beings that could exist for a long time were eliminated, and prophecy was the first to be eliminated.
As time goes by, the [Wild Hunt] hiding in the dark becomes more and more like a mystery.
The fear of the unknown spreads among all the pirates in the Privateering Alliance, and it also makes Byron's already high [Legendary] higher and higher.
I'm afraid it won't be long before it can exceed [20] and bring about some substantial extraordinary effects.
At this time, a captain knocked on the table, attracting the attention of others.
“We were called together by Mr. Red Beard, the congressman, and we put aside all previous differences and formed an alliance. As a group, we did not offend anyone at all.
Do you think it might be related to the [Son of the Devil]?
Ever since the White Crystal's Magic Mirror West caught his tail, the Devil's Son disappeared without a trace.
From then on, no matter whether his divination ability was stronger or weaker than West's, no one could lock his position.
How is this similar to the Wild Hunt? "
Others objected.
“But [Devil’s Son] was just a minor mortal half a month ago.
Could it be that he took refuge in a certain force in Iron Anchor Bay and gained asylum?
Perhaps, as long as we catch the [Wild Hunt], we can follow the clues to find the [Devil's Son]! "
Regardless of whether there is any basis for this speculation, all privateer captains have reached a consensus:
"We must counterattack!"
"Judging from the fact that the highest level of victims is only one level, the level of this Wild Hunt should also be only one level.
During this period, the number of people will be reduced, and first-level transcendent people will go out less often.
Then send out a few second-level elite baits to trap and kill [Wild Hunt]! "
When everyone's momentum was rising again, [Woodpecker] Maltz suddenly poured cold water on them.
"Everyone is on the list, so why do you think he won't collect intelligence in advance when selecting a target?
In addition, only our first-order servants are precious.
Is there any way you can completely disguise yourself as someone else? "
It was a bit cold all of a sudden.
Most of the ferocious pirates have a good reputation and obvious characteristics.
They are pirates and not a killer group. It is really difficult to deal with such a difficult enemy.
The pirate captain whose first mate had just died was the most unwilling to accept it. He rolled his eyes and suddenly said:
"By the way, why hasn't Captain Redbeard come back yet?
He summoned everyone together with Bai Qiangwei's warrant and said that he would lead everyone to make achievements.
Now that we are in trouble, he won't stay out of it, right?
With him taking action, a small [Wild Hunt] and the [Devil's Son] who don't know where they are hiding can definitely be captured.
and..."
His eyes faintly scanned the entire audience:
"Everyone, is there a possibility that the [Wild Hunt] is not the enemy we provoked ourselves, but... the enemy of Senator Redbeard?"
As if the words awakened the dreamer, the eyes of all the privateer captains became a little twinkling.
At this moment.
There is a report from the sailors of the [Nemesis].
Captain Redbeard, who had just attended an emergency meeting of the Captains' Council, had returned to the dock and was about to board the ship.
No matter what they thought in their hearts, a group of privateer captains all got up and walked out of the stern of the ship to greet the mid-rank transcendent.
But they had just lined up on the deck when they saw a group of people walking along the trestle carrying whale oil lamps.
Boom——! ! !
An earth-shaking loud noise suddenly exploded in the night sky.
What greeted Red Beard and his entourage earlier than them was the flames rising into the sky!
