The Rise of the Cemetery

It was the darkest hour of the night.

At the beautiful end of June, Gem Sea is in the season of rough storms.

Thick clouds with rolling thunder almost pressed to the surface of the sea, and the heavy rain that poured down connected the sky and the earth together. The waves swelled tens of meters high, and then slammed down hard! In such bad weather, the sea has turned into a mighty monster, even the darling of the sea—the sea clan, dare not step in it easily.

But in such a severe natural storm, there is a strange and inexplicable huge sailing ship heaving between the crests and valleys, sometimes being pressed down by the waves to tens of meters underwater, and sometimes jumping up to a height of 100 meters with the top of the waves. Huge raindrops hit the empty hull surface, making a crackling sound, but this sound was completely submerged in the thunderous waves.

The ups and downs of the huge sailboat did not see half a human figure from the beginning to the end, but in the cabin in front of it, there was a dim yellow light. The lights flickered on and off amidst the heaving waves, like furtive ghosts wandering the depths of the sea.

The ghost warship Telkanes enjoyed the storm comfortably, ignoring that the huge mast in the middle of the hull was already creaking and creaking. Since it set off from Sardo Island, it has been "difficultly" moving towards a certain place in the depths of the vast sea according to the master's instructions.

Since there is no navigation route, let alone coordinates for reference, the ghost warship Terkanes can only go straight to that coordinate. Such a navigation route inevitably has to pass through the central areas of several major oceanic countries in a straight line, so safety work has become the biggest problem.

In the previous trip, Telkanes had already experienced dozens of battles, large and small, all of which encountered the patrol team of the Sea Clan unexpectedly. Although most of the soldiers of the Sea Clan were turned into the reserve of corpses in the cabin by it as it wished, there were still quite a few fish that slipped through the net after all, so its subsequent journey seemed much more difficult.

As a ghost warship evolved from a ghost ship, it has become a second-class treasure and creature with a special meaning, and under the powerful transformation of the magical soul Isa, it has become an out-and-out deep-sea beast. If it wasn't for the exploration mission on its body, it couldn't hold back its desire for evolution, and rushed into the depths of the sea to find trouble with those sea people.

As a specially modified magical creature, it doesn't know how to measure its own strength. It only knows that those sea clan patrols around level 7-10 are only suitable to be its bait. Perhaps it was its undisguised massacre along the way that completely alarmed the regular army of the Sea Clan. Just 7 hours ago, it finally encountered its first big trouble since it set sail.

A 16th-level ocean priest led a group of tidal warlocks, and countless sea warriors blocked it near a coral island. After a chasing and fleeing fight, Telkanes lost 2/3 of the Wraith Banshee, but finally used the "Psychic Electrolysis Cannon" specially installed before sailing to severely damage the level 16 The priest of the ocean, was able to escape into the ocean storm sweeping the world to gain a respite.

The scattered damage on the battleship is slowly being repaired. As the stored corpses are thrown into the ghost pool, the battle-damaged banshee is also slowly recovering. In another 12 hours, it will be able to adjust itself to best fighting condition. It's just inevitable that its backup energy reserve has dropped to around the 67% warning line. After all, the power of the ghost pool can only reach 71% in the state of motion.

In fact, at this time, the best rest strategy is to dive into the bottom of the deep sea, fully activate the ghost pool, make up for the battle damage, and refill the energy pool. It's a pity that the extremely angry Sea Clan will never give it this chance. It can vaguely sense that there are still a large group of Sea Clan patrols struggling to find its trace in the harsh natural storm.

Therefore, Terkanes could only endure the baptism of the strong wind and huge waves, and continued to stay in this mighty storm circle that reached nearly a hundred miles.

...

With the transparent water-patterned shield on his back, Poole led more than 20 Shark Warriors through the dark sea with difficulty. The torrential rain hit the outer shield, causing dense ripples.

As a level 7 tide warlock, he can last for 3 hours with such a water pattern shield, which is enough to last this damn pursuit. Compared with him, those fierce shark fighters without any protection are much more unlucky. Although the greasy and sticky fat layer on the body surface can keep the basic body temperature separated from the cold sea water, it can't stop the slapping and squeezing of the huge waves.

In normal times, he would never be so unwise to get into the storm circle that represented the roar of the sea god. He only needs to dive a hundred or two hundred meters, and he can return to the warm and comfortable sea area. But following a damn order, he, a level 7 tidal warlock of the Ocean Empire Patersel, could only condescend to come to the front line, struggling to find the ghost in the rough sea. The trace of the ship.

I hope that these difficult 2 hours will pass quickly, so that he can finish his inspection of this sea area safely. He has long since lost interest in finding that damned ghost ship and reporting it to receive the high rewards from the adults.

He was also "fortunate" to participate in the battle that happened yesterday. When he thought of the overwhelming screaming banshee, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle. Although they have many tidal warlocks, they can kill these spirit undead on a large scale, but it is only relative.

Among all the evocation spells, the damage of water spells is undoubtedly the weakest. As a result, a large number of wounded and undead banshees rushed into the ranks of the Sea Clan, and the continuous eerie laughter resounded throughout the world, but it seemed to have shocking powers, so that the large group of tidal warlocks could no longer cast their spells completely. .

This is how his good friend Mai Siqi was caught by the banshee and broke the shield, and was torn into pieces of flesh and blood in front of his eyes. That kind of horrible scene made him shudder when he thought about it now.

Of course, more damage came from the physical attack of the treacherous ghost ship that followed.

Those ghost ship cables are flying in the air, and the tips are flexible and strange like long snakes that bite people, but they are extremely sharp. Even the shields layered on the body of the tide warlock can't last long under this kind of multiple attacks, let alone the guards of the sea tribe whose armor is so simple that it's almost like a fruit.

Like a wild boar full of tusks that rushed into the sheepfold, a savage collision easily crushed the neatly formed sea clan army. If it wasn't for the giant whale warriors in the priest's bodyguard who could forcibly withstand the impact of the ghost ship, the ambush of the sea clan might have turned into a one-sided massacre.

In the end, under the desperate counterattack of the giant whale warrior, the tide warlock spellcasting group stabilized their position around the priest, and were able to launch a sharp counterattack in an orderly manner, severely damaging the ghost ship in one fell swoop.

But the biggest crisis happened at this time.

The ghost ship that was eager to escape had even sharper weapons. A kind of... an inexplicable... blue and purple magical light group. With just one blow, half of the caster group was abruptly destroyed, and even half of the great ocean priest Putricide disappeared.

Thinking of the miraculous ball of light gliding silently 3 meters in front of him, Poole couldn't help but trembled again. What kind of spell is that? It can't rely on the spell shield to resist damage, because it can melt away the person and the shield together.

Poole is lucky! After a great battle, there are only a handful of tidal warlocks like him who are unscathed, but he is also the most unlucky, because the task of following the enemy's traces falls on him.

The high priest of Putricide, who was severely injured in the last battle, was from the Armagir family, which had already alarmed the border army of the Sea Elf Empire in the Norfolk sea area. The 500-member tide warlock group is rushing here, and more sea guards have also been deployed everywhere, quietly waiting for the enemies who fled into the "Sea God's Roar" to show up.

Those newly arrived companions may be looking for the trace of the ghost ship excitedly for the huge reward. But Poole, who had experienced the previous battles, had put away the terrible thought of losing his life, and turned to wholeheartedly begging "Lord Sea God" not to let him meet that terrible monster.

Huge waves covered the sky and the sun, and the violent wind and rain confused the surrounding vision. In such an environment where there were ups and downs and it was impossible to stabilize the figure, even a tide warlock who could control the wind and water could not detect how far he could go. , can only slam his head like a blindfolded bear.

"Big...that...light" a Fierce Shark Warrior following behind violently knocked on the water shield outside the Tide Warlock, desperately pointing at a place and yelling something loudly. It's a pity that most of his words were drowned out by the sound of waves resounding from heaven and earth.

But his actions were enough to alert Tidal Warlock Poole. Following the direction pointed by the Shark Warrior, he only saw a 10-meter-high sea wall rising into the sky half a mile away. Poole, who was extremely alert, rolled up his transparent eyelids, and blessed himself with "magic vision" at the fastest speed, so that Fang could see the faint magical glow through the thick waves.

who is it?

A lost companion or an enemy?

An inexplicable panic stunned Poole's heart, causing him to open his mouth wide, but no sound came out. He watched helplessly as a dim yellow light in the sea wall continued to expand and intensify. Finally, a dark and old ancient warship broke through the waves and shot towards him like an arrow.

"enemy……"

The terrified screams finally sounded, and just as these brave and fearless sea shark warriors were shaking their bodies and forming a formation to meet the enemy, they suddenly found that the commander on their side, the tide warlock, had turned around and ran away.