"Bang!"
Along with the cry of killing, the sound of gold and iron clashing exploded on the deck of Blueback Sturgeon.
"Ah!"
Screams came immediately.
Skellige's pirate flew out his hook, and the hook got stuck on the fence at the edge of the deck armor. He moved quickly.
In less than half an hour, the White Rose Knight was defeated by these murderous pirates.
The shiny silver helmet was violently removed, and the heavy hammer was raised high in the air.
"Pah!"
The back of the head was opened directly, and blood and white turbid liquid splattered everywhere.
Amidst the cheers of the Skellige pirates, the man stepped on his back and pulled out the hammer stuck in his skull, leaving a bloody mess.
"Bah! Temeria's offal!"
Earl Hereford was so frightened when he saw this brutal scene that his whole body was shaking, his legs were weak, and he fell down on the deck.
The fishy smell spread from the middle of the trouser legs.
The domineering look he had just now no longer exists.
No matter how powerful the eight White Rose Knights who came with him were, how could they withstand these Skellige pirates who had already planned it?
"Boom!"
A dull sound made him tremble all over, and when he turned his head, what he saw was a bloody giant axe.
The person holding it was a brown-haired strong man with a bare upper body, and his chest and back were tattooed with the islands' unique siren and storm totems.
There is also an unknown beast bone ring hanging on the thick neck.
The man looked down at him with sharp eyes.
"Luo----Rory!"
Hereford got to know each other.
His father once warned him that he must not mess with people outside, including those heinous criminals.
Rory, the big leader of Blue Siren Pirates, has been active on the coast west of Temeria all year round, hijacking merchant ships, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.
Temeria The royal family issued a special reward for targeting him, totaling 30,000 oren coins. These gold coins were enough to buy a luxurious manor.
Rory spat and sneered coldly.
"Who did you just call a bitch? Huh?"
Hereford kept backing away, "No, Rory, there must be a misunderstanding here. Great archipelago warrior, I, I thought you were one of those demon hunters! This is really a misunderstanding!
Let me go, my father is Hereward, he is the Duke of Ellander, and the prince of Temeria!
Do you want money? Or women? I can satisfy you! I just ask you to let me live!"
Hereford begged incoherently.
Rory was so angry that he laughed when he heard the word "witcher".
"Witcher? Haha! It's this eggless Monstrum again!"
He grabbed Hereford by the collar and roared angrily.
"My brother, my biological brother Turs, died here just to complete a mission to capture a woman, and everyone who followed him also died.
I inquired about the information, and he told me that he died at the hands of a demon hunter?
Haha! Fuck you!
A witcher?
Can you kill so many of my brothers? Not even a single one of them will be left alive?
Do you think I've never seen a witcher?
Do you think I don't know about the relationship between you Ellander and that bitch?
It's clearly your fault! Order of the White Rose!
It just so happens that Hereward killed my brother, and I killed one of his sons. Do you think this is too much?"
Hereford was frightened to death when he heard this conversation.
Rory Seeing this, he threw it aside.
"Trash!"
"Harried!"
A man in sailor's clothes walked over quickly, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Rory boss!"
He is the captain of Blueback Sturgeon.
"Where is that woman?"
The captain hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "It's in room 109, but the person under Hereford just checked and found no trace of the mission target."
"Huh?"
The captain quickly explained, "I can't be wrong. That woman is wearing a nun's uniform and is followed by a group of servants. She is definitely Zerika."
"Take me there, and by the way, take this respectable Earl Hereford with you. There is a saying that is true. It would be too cheap to kill this waste directly. I have to torture him slowly and get some money from his bullshit prince father."
The captain hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way, "Yes, yes, these are the things those vampires should honor you."
Earl Hereford's face was ashen, like a dead dog being dragged forward.
Everyone walked towards room 109.
The corridors of the cabin were filled with the sounds of screaming and looting.
Skellige's pirates robbed passengers of everything and killed them all if they disobeyed. Some even took the opportunity to find some young women to vent their anger.
This is Skellige's standard measure after every battle.
"Bang!"
Kick open the door of 109.
Except for the luxurious velvet bed quilt and furnishings, everything in the room is empty.
Rory glanced around with cold eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart.
He walked slowly to the table and picked up the apple core with his broad palm.
The marks of teeth gnawing on the fruit core are very obvious, and the yellow flesh becomes darker in color.
Obviously, this group of people left not long ago.
Their people have searched the entire ship, including the people brought by Hereford.
Ever since Blueback Sturgeon set sail, his people had been keeping an eye on it, and there was absolutely no second ship approaching or leaving on the river.
Where the hell did this damn woman go?
Did he really fly with wings?
Rory felt confused in his heart.
Suddenly, a sound of flapping wings sounded from the window.
A Raven stood on the edge of the window. Under the sunlight, the edges of its dark wings reflected colorful colors.
Raven tilted his head, staring at him with scarlet eyes.
Rory Seeing this, a kind of throbbing suddenly surged in his heart, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying creature.
The intuition brought about by licking blood with the tip of the knife over the years was warning him crazily.
Run!
But his body hasn't moved yet.
Raven's pupils changed rapidly like a kaleidoscope, forming purple magic lines.
"Buzz buzz!"
The strong noise pierced everyone's eardrums, and the terrifying gravity was like a mountain of rocks pressing on their heads, crushing their knees.
"Kakaka!"
The load-bearing pillars of the cabin were broken, and wood chips were flying everywhere.
Panic and screams continued to be heard.
In just the blink of an eye, Blueback Sturgeon seemed to be cut in half by some sharp blade.
"Boom boom boom!"
The sinking hull broke through the water waves, and the passengers who were driven to the deck jumped into the water one after another in order to survive.
Not far away, a three-masted sailing ship happened to pass by. It had the Temeria logo on it and it was the Royal Navy.
They received an anonymous message saying that Skellige pirates wanted to rob merchant ships.
They didn't believe it at first, but just in case, they sent a patrol boat over.
The navy noticed this situation, hurriedly turned the rudder, blew the horn, and sailed away quickly under the sight of Raven hovering in the sky.
Rinde.
Outside the inn, Zerika's servant hired a convoy, with the destination being Margraviate of Talgar.
"Lord Demon Hunter, the convoy is ready and we can set off at any time."
The servant's tone was cautious and his attitude was respectful.
Arwen looked at the position of the Pontar River.
[Shared Vision] passes back the screen of Blueback Sturgeon.
From the moment he boarded the ship, he mentally scanned the surroundings and discovered the captain's problem.
Just in case, let them dog eat dog to save trouble.
He turned around and got into the carriage with only one carriage.
"Let's go."
As soon as the voice fell, the coachman waved the reins and drove the horse.
There was a sound of horse hooves and a piece of soil was splashed.
The time has come for the summer solstice.
The convoy is walking on the dirt road.
The temperature in the air is still chilly.
At the end of the vision, there is a continuous mountain range, towering into the clouds, like a barrier dividing the world.
Dragon Mountains.
Further north, no one knows what is there because no one has ever climbed over this mountain range.
In the bard's ballad, Dragon Mountains is the territory of the dragon clan, full of monsters, and no one can set foot there.
There were no clouds in the sky, and the sky was not a clear blue, but rather a dazzling white light under the halo of the scorching sun.
This is a natural disaster unique to the Far North, white light.
The earth is cracked, and there are usually two or three crops of wheat in a year, but only once in this barren land.
It can be said that life in this land is very difficult and it is a place of exile.
Suddenly, a voice came from the woods.
"Alert! Stay alert!"
A small team of soldiers were on daily patrol, wearing brown-red leather armor with a white goshawk tattoo on the chest.
He is the patrol guard of Margraviate of Talgar.
In front of their eyes, the space was extremely distorted, and a rickety human figure gradually emerged.
It was wearing a long linen dress that had long been torn, and under dirty white gauze, its head was as shriveled as a mummy, its skin clinging tightly to its bones, its jaw completely broken, and its gray tongue sticking out long, swaying in the wind.
"It's Noonwraith! Everyone, be careful!"
White light is not only a natural disaster, but also breeds monsters such as demon spirits.
Margraviate of Talgar The guards raised their shields one after another, and a dark green amulet hung on the captain's chest.
That was made by Dimeritium.
Dragon Mountains is extremely dangerous, but it has a large amount of Dimeritium ore, which is why areas such as Kovir and Poviss are rich.
"Stay close to me! Let's take a detour! As long as we stay away from it for a while, it won't bother us anymore!"
"Ha!"
Noonwraith let out a roar, and with a gust of wind, he headed towards Margraviate of Talgar's position.
If it wants to crash into the soldier's body and then pass out, it will cause a lot of mental damage.
But the guard captain reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the teammate who bore the brunt of the attack and pulling him to his side.
The green light of Dimeritium ripples.
Noonwraith seemed to have hit a city wall, with stars in his eyes and his body retreating continuously.
There was a coldness in the corner of the guard's mouth, and he held the amulet tightly in his left hand.
Obviously, he has become accustomed to Noonwraith's harassment.
"Ha!"
Noonwraith shook his head, regained his consciousness, and began to revolve around everyone. His dead eyeballs made many people feel creepy.
The cold wind blew through the nettle grass, making a rustling sound.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two more distorted light spots appeared in the air.
Noonwraith's ferocious body emerged from it.
The guard captain looked at ease at first, but when he saw the current situation, he frowned instantly.
"Follow me and retreat!"
The guards obeyed the orders and quickly retreated to the rear with the guard captain.
But those three Noonwraith were not willing to let go, and followed them like maggots on their tarsal bones.
"Ah!"
Screams resounded in the forest.
The lone guard was targeted by Noonwraith just because he was half a step slower.
The soul was hit by a sharp mist, rolled his eyes, looked extremely frightened, and fell to the ground.
"Kyle!"
The captain of the guard exclaimed.
The man who fell was a new soldier. In the past, new soldiers would not have received this kind of patrol mission.
But over the past year, there have always been veterans who have been transferred to other posts by superior arrangements, and have not been heard from since.
As one person fell, a tense atmosphere swept through the entire team.
Some people even wanted to stick themselves to the captain of the guard.
This greatly hindered everyone's retreat.
The captain of the guard felt a strange look on his face.
Those eyes were fixed on the amulet in his hand.
Critical moment.
A stone suddenly rolled down to his feet.
This sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of three Noonwraith.
They turned their heads ninety degrees like machines to look at the approaching figures.
The man was tall, dressed in black robes, and carried an ancient giant sword casually on his shoulder in his right hand.
This outfit is obviously very eye-catching.
But if it weren't for the stone, no one would have noticed when he appeared.
"Ha!"
Noonwraith opened his arms and rushed madly towards the man in black robe.
Arwen stepped forward and swept out the giant sword.
Without Yrden Sign, his sword had already caught up with the ghostly Noonwraith.
As soon as Mithril touched Noonwraith's body, it immediately made a sizzling sound like burning oil cooking.
The void figure turned into flying ash flying all over the sky.
One sword, instant kill!
Margraviate of Talgar's guards were all stunned when they saw this scene.
Especially the captain of the guard, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
Noonwraith under the white light disaster is much scarier than ordinary ones.
Even those wizards would not go out of their way to provoke them, but chose to avoid them.
The man in front of him, with one sword, defeated this monster.
No, it's not over yet.
The other two Noonwraith quickly circled around the man in black robe.
The ear-piercing screams made everyone's hearts beat fast.
This sound carries a mental attack. If an ordinary person is hit head-on by this sound, he will immediately become an idiot.
The man in black robe was extremely flexible and could easily avoid these two sound waves by rotating his body.
Immediately afterwards, the giant sword drew a silver sword light in the air.
The two Noonwraith were completely unable to dodge and turned into ashes.
The whole battle lasted no more than five breaths, which can be said to be relaxing and comfortable.
The guard captain swallowed and quickly pushed away the recruits who were crowding around him.
"Dear kindhearted person, I swear in the name of Targo Goshawk that I will definitely repay your help."
He put his right hand on his chest, knelt down on one knee, and performed standard knightly etiquette.
Arwen did not speak and looked to the left.
The sound of horse hooves came from the dirt road, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, and what came into view was a soft face.
When she saw the guard captain, she sounded excited.
"Evan!"
The guard chief's pupils narrowed, "Little Miss----!"