After a sudden rainstorm on the ocean.
In an instant, the sky cleared up again, the weather in this sea area is just so unpredictable.
A three-masted tall ship with a sharp-edged ornant sailed alone on the calm sea. On its black mainsail, a silver eagle spread its wings, with simple yet vivid lines outlining an indescribable majesty and might, and one could almost hear the occasional proud cries of an eagle echoing in the ears.
Like most ordinary pirates, this is a pirate ship transford from a rchant ship, but unlike other common pirate ships, this one is equipped with many things of New Continent aboriginal style.
Totem sharp edges, brightly colored curtains, uniquely styled paintings, beast heads dried with skin and flesh, uh, perhaps not just beast ones...
This uniquely appearing pirate ship is the Eagle Spirit, returning after participating in the White Whale Port Massacre.
However, unlike the crew who were eager to squander their newly acquired treasures in various dens of iniquity, at this mont, the two highest-ranking mbers aboard were having a heated dispute in the captain's cabin.
"Wizard! Are we really not sending these treasures back to the tribe?!" the well-built aboriginal youth, with a tattoo of an eagle on his deeply tanned upper body, asked his captain, waving his arms excitedly.
According to both the rules of the sea and the tribe, the captain-cum-wizard's identity commanded the utmost respect from the young man towards the person sitting behind the table; his current actions already represented the extre of expressing his displeasure.
"Tribe? Do we even have a tribe anymore?
Kara Wusu, your wife and children have all died under the firearms of those self-proclaid civilized golden-haired demons!"
Captain Akrawa was recording sothing on parchnt with a feather quill, casually glanced at his tribesman and first mate, and continued writing.
"But there are many survivors in the tribe, they are still citizens of the Eagle Spirit! They struggle to survive under the oppression of the Golden-haired Demons. Didn't we always do this after gaining treasures?"
The aboriginal youth stepped forward to continue his resistance. As a brave Eagle Warrior, he couldn't allow himself to abandon the fellow tribesn, not even at the wizard's command!
"Heh! Citizens of the Eagle Spirit?
Last ti we went back, they had already been tad by those Golden-haired Demons, completely forgetting their faith and becoming soone else's slaves! They are no longer worthy of returning under the wings of the Eagle Spirit!
We are descendants of the divine eagle! Even aging and death cannot make us submit, let alone re alien races? From the mont they chose to obey, the 'tribe mbers' were already dead!!!"
The wizard's rciless words struck the young warrior like a heavy blow, and the conflict of emotions and faith left him at a loss. On one hand, those abandoning their faith were unworthy of sympathy, yet on the other hand, it was the tribe that had raised him, an orphan!
"Rember, Kara Wusu! As long as we live, the tribe continues! The Eagle Spirit always protects us!
As long as we keep plundering, collecting wealth, seizing the knowledge and technology of the Golden-haired Demons, one day we can take back our holand, drive out those wicked invaders!"
This ti, the wizard finally set down the paper and pen, looked into the young first mate's eyes, and spoke sincerely and unwaveringly.
"Yes, Wizard! The Eagle Spirit always protects us!"
While affirming this with apparent firmness, Kara Wusu nonetheless cast his gaze on the wizard's buffalo leather boots, the gold ring set with yellow gemstones, the convenient writing tools in his hand, the soft white shirt… and outside the porthole, sailors passed by, so of whom were aboriginal, so were so-called "Golden-haired Demons!"
Though it seed incredible to these aboriginal pirates who should despise the Golden-haired Demons, such a situation occurred.
However, why the crew couldn't remain pure, aside from the fact that pure aboriginal pirates easily faced joint resistance from other peers on the sea, the key reason was that none of the skilled roles on the ship could function without these Golden-haired Demons!
Without them, even the relatively simple handling of cannons would be challenging for pure aboriginals, not to ntion the complex rigging operations...
Despite his youth, Kara Wusu often pondered independently about the tribe's future. The wizard's concept was excellent, and he wholeheartedly agreed that perhaps one day in the future this beautiful vision might indeed be realized.
However...
If this continues, even if we achieve victory in the end, is it us absorbing the Golden-haired Demons' technology, or are we being absorbed and assimilated by the Golden-haired Demons? Ten, twenty years from now, are we truly still citizens of the Eagle Spirit?!
Regarding this question, even the great Eagle Spirit couldn't provide him an answer.
The atmosphere in the captain's cabin suddenly fell silent.
"Lower sails and slow down!"
Suddenly, a voice from the deck broke the strange atmosphere.
It was the voice of the ship's sailor.
And only in ergencies would the sailor bypass the first mate and captain to issue direct orders; hearing the commotion, both were startled.
No longer concerned with their argunt over the future, the two swiftly rushed out of the captain's cabin.
Whoosh—
White mist, a vast, thick white mist so dense that it blocked sight like a wall extending beyond vision, rolled in from the sea ahead.
Before the two could issue new orders, it flooded over them like a sea wave, subrging the Eagle Spirit.
"Why is there such a large sea fog? Didn't a rain just pass?"
The pirates onboard discussed, so finding the fog peculiar, while others swearing that in their rich mariti careers, it was just a common natural phenonon they've encountered nurous tis.
Listening to the crew's discussions, Captain and Wizard Akrawa wore a blank expression; as a spiritually sensitive Native Wizard, he did not think the dense fog was rely a coincidence.
"Shut up! Bring up a goat!"
The deck instantly fell silent, clearly the aboriginal captain held great authority on this pirate ship.
However, it was uncertain whether the sailors were quiet due to his captain's prestige or because of the wizard's eeriness...
"Baa... baa..."
Soon, a sailor followed his orders and dragged a live goat up to the deck from the cabin, respectfully presenting it to Akrawa.
With rely his left hand, the wizard effortlessly pinned the robust white goat onto the deck, muttering incantations in seemingly chaotic and peculiar words that, to others' ears, seed to connect with so great existence in the void, attracting Its attention.
At the sa ti, Akrawa's right hand skillfully wielded an exquisite silver dagger, slicing open the goat's belly, and the blood-soaked, mbrane-strewn, colorful innards spilled out instantly.
Crash—
Baa!!!
Strangely, despite the extre pain, the goat did not move at all after Akrawa released his hold; it rely stretched its neck, its once bright eyes now seed shrouded with haze, as if entering a grey, dream-like world.
The wizard paid no attention to the goat's reaction, instead focusing intently on its spilled innards, even lifting so in his hands while continuing his incantations.
Through the organ fragnts, he gradually connected his own spirituality with its soul that's caught between life and death, thereby exploring the hidden mysteries in the void...
anwhile, in the depths of the mist, a warship seed to sense trapped prey, springing into swift action.
The vast fog posed no obstacle for the Conch, quickly approaching the stationary Black Sail Pirate Ship with the assistance of the Ship's Figurehead: Seasonal Wind Goddess, as they had lowered their sails due to the fog.
The effect of the Ocean Treasure: Misty Silver Lamp, apart from the holder, could be designated to provide up to three accompanying personnel with vision unaffected by the dense fog.
And with Milan, the official wizard, utilizing this Ocean Treasure, the fog's range and density were over ten tis stronger than when it belonged to Tru of the Shark Tooth Pirates!
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