Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 52 Privateering Alliances and Raids

At nine o'clock the next morning, the sun had not yet risen and the sky was pitch dark.

A corner of the Anchor Bay anchorage.

At least one hundred pirate ships of all sizes quietly gathered together to form an independent and exclusive small group.

Although the blood cross flag of the Kingdom of Hastings was not openly displayed on the mast, the sailboat style, decorations, and even the appearance of the pirates were mostly those of Hastings.

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 privateer captains from various countries.

It also allows them to move freely in this pirate port.

At the center of the group of privateers was a ship called the Nemesis, which was comparable in size to a 74-gun third-class ship of the Kingdom Navy.

Compared with other short pirate ships, it stands out.

This is the flagship of the pirate fleet under the command of Senator Edward Redbeard!

There is a special combat command room in the tall stern building, and a large number of privateering captains have gathered here at this time.

Extraordinary people are no longer rare. Only those with the second-level professional grade are qualified to get a chair, and first-level servants can only stand and listen.

He had previously competed with Byron for Bruch's [Woodpecker] Maltz.

Although he is only at the first level, he has managed to get a position with the help of his unique black magic [Ant Queen's Blessing].

Among the privateers.

An extraordinary person wearing a black suit and a black hat, as if he had just returned from someone else's funeral.

He was holding a dirty headscarf in his hand, and he drank a glass of strong absinthe with hallucinogenic effects, muttering to himself:
“People come from the sea and return to the sea
The drums will stop, the bagpipes will be silent. Arnold, Arnold. Come back, come back."

After he repeatedly called out a person's name, his body suddenly convulsed violently as if he were having a seizure.

The entire conference room became extremely cold and gloomy. Many transcendents with higher levels of inspiration could even hear something whispering in the shadows at the corners of the table.

The privateer captains around couldn't help but become nervous.

Because the [Medium] from the Cemetery Sequence in front of him is using his signature skill - [Clairvoyance]!
After taking some highly hallucinogenic herbs or medicinal liquors, their minds will enter a trance state between life and death.

Let your consciousness separate from the material body and communicate with certain dead spirits in the void to obtain information about the deceased.

Of course, this kind of spiritual ritual is also very dangerous, and it must have a sufficiently stable [anchor] to anchor itself.

Otherwise, there is a risk of consciousness being quietly lost or even being eaten by certain beings in the world of the dead.

So before the medium began communicating with the spirits, he borrowed money from every captain present, as no one hoped that he would fail.

However, as time goes by.

As the biting cold wind continued to blow the headscarf, no spiritual body could be seen.

A pirate captain wearing a cocked hat and with bloodshot eyes asked anxiously:

"how's it going?"

After a long while, the [medium] opened his eyes tiredly, shook his head, and said in a dead voice:

“As expected, Arnold’s spirit has dissipated like the previous victims.

I can't identify the murderer.

But the style is still obviously that [Wild Hunt]. "

Bang!
The pirate captain's original one in ten thousand hope turned into boundless anger.

He raised his hand and slapped the thick oak table hard, looking at the participants and said angrily:
“Not counting the ordinary members, this is already the sixth extraordinary person!
Are we going to continue to passively take the beating like this? Who will die in the Privateer Alliance tomorrow, you or me? !

If this continues, people will lose their confidence.”

He paced a few steps anxiously.

“During this period, our people have been missing every day.

What’s even more abominable is that it wasn’t until last night that we discovered that the arrogant [Wild Hunt] actually only killed the captains and pirate officers of our privateering alliance!

Damn it, do you really think we are all made of clay?"

The other pirate captains also had gloomy expressions, but they also expressed deep sympathy for the speaker.

Because the person who just disappeared last night was his first mate, an alcoholic named One-Eyed Arnold.

They were also the ones the psychic had just communicated with. Everyone said they were missing, but in fact everyone knew that those missing people were actually dead.

There are all kinds of professions among this group of privateer captains.

The [Prophet] of the Tower Sequence, the [Hunter] of the Wilderness Sequence, and the [Medium] of the Cemetery Sequence.
But we don't know what methods the murderer used.

Not only the corpses, but even the spirits of the extraordinary people that could exist for a long time were eliminated, and the prophecy was the first to be excluded.

The longer time goes by, the more the Wild Hunt hiding in the dark becomes a mystery.

The fear of the unknown spread among all the pirates in the Privateering Alliance, causing Byron's already high [Legendary Degree] to rise even higher.

I'm afraid it won't be long before it exceeds [20] and brings some tangible extraordinary effects.

At this time, one of the captains knocked on the table, attracting the attention of others.

"We were called together by Councillor Redbeard, and we put aside our past differences and formed an alliance. As a whole, we did not offend anyone at all.

Do you think it has something to do with that [Son of the Devil]?

Ever since the magic mirror West of the White Crystal caught his tail, the Devil's Son disappeared without a trace.

From then on, no matter whether West's divination ability was stronger or weaker, no one could pinpoint his location.

How similar is this to the Wild Hunt?"

Others raised objections.

“But the [Devil’s Son] was just an underage mortal half a month ago.

Could it be that he had joined forces with a certain force in Anchor Bay and obtained asylum?
Perhaps, if we just catch the [Wild Hunt], we can follow the clues to find the [Devil's Son]!"

Regardless of whether this speculation is based on facts or not, all privateer captains reached a consensus:
"We must counterattack!"

“Judging from the fact that the highest rank of the victims was only first rank, this Wild Hunter should also be only first rank.

During this period, the staff will be reduced and first-level extraordinary people will reduce going out.

Then send out a few second-level elite baits to lure and kill the Wild Hunt!"

When everyone's morale was rising again, Woodpecker Maltz suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on them.

“Everyone is on the list, so why do you think he wouldn’t collect intelligence in advance when selecting a target?

Plus, he only targeted our first-level attendants.

Do you have a way to completely disguise yourself as someone else?"

It was a bit awkward for a moment.

Most of the brutal pirates are well-known and have obvious characteristics.

They are pirates, not a group of killers. It is really difficult for them to deal with such a tough enemy.

The pirate captain whose first mate had just died was the most unwilling to accept this. He rolled his eyes and suddenly said:

"By the way, why hasn't Captain Redbeard come back yet?
He gathered everyone together with White Rose's order, saying that he would lead everyone to achieve great things.

Now that we're in trouble, he won't stay out of it, right?
With his help, a small [Wild Hunt] and the [Demon's Son] who is hiding somewhere unknown can be captured easily.

and"

His eyes swept across the entire audience:

"Everyone, is there a possibility that the Wild Hunt is not the enemy we provoked, but the enemy of Councillor Redbeard?"

It was like a wake-up call, and the eyes of all the privateering captains began to flicker.

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, has returned to the dock and is about to board the ship.

No matter what they thought in their hearts, the group of privateer captains all stood up and walked out of the stern deck to greet the middle-sequence extraordinary person.

But they had just lined up on the deck when they saw a group of people carrying whale oil lamps walking towards them along the pier in the distance.

Boom——! ! !
A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the night sky.

What greeted their "backer" Red Beard and his entourage earlier than them was actually a blazing flame rising into the sky!
(End of this chapter)