Pirate Black Count

Chapter 1, Wolf? !

The setting sun is slanting to the west, and the setting sun is dusk.

The warship with the navy seagull and Libra flag swayed with the waves, the sun was still warm on the body, and the surrounding was lonely, only the sound of sea water beating the hull could be heard, which matched the faint smell of sea water in the air The sea breeze makes people drowsy.

but……

Another strong smell of rust that hits the nasal cavity makes the scalp numb, the skull feels cold, and the adrenaline rushes soaring. It is impossible for anyone to fall asleep in this environment.

Fall asleep, never wake up again...

perhaps.

"Well...it hurts!"

In the dark cabin, a young man with black hair and a haggard face sat up and held his forehead. He was wearing a rag full of greasy black dirt. Like the rotten steamed buns fished out of the stinky ditch...the kind that was bitten.

"hiss……!!"

Unconsciously moving slightly, a piercing pain hit, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, in this dark prison, those eyes were bright and frightening.

"This is……?!"

With the faint light from the ventilation window, the young man's pupils suddenly constricted, looking at his left arm.

To be precise, it was the second half of the humerus of the left arm. The entire left arm was broken from the elbow to the root, and was wrapped in a piece of ragged gauze in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

But apparently it didn't work.

The white gauze soaked through the plasma, dripping to the ground.

"I remember that I should do an experiment in the laboratory...the experiment of using the phylactery of the Grand Lich as a source of energy to forcibly open the gate of the underworld...and then? What happened?"

The young man was not in a hurry to stop the bleeding, but frowned in thought.

A picture unfolded in my mind.

In the bright undead castle laboratory, the hapless lich's curses were extremely vicious, and the gap in time and space that was opened was also extremely clear. This super memory is an instinct that every mage must master.

Immediately, white dots flickered in the center of the screen, rapidly spreading radially, and in the blink of an eye, everything was swallowed by the "light" of nothingness.

"Ho!"

With a muffled grunt, the young man covered his head again, showing pain on his face.

But this time he didn't close his eyes again. Although it was painful, there was undisguised joy in his eyes.

"So, did the experiment fail?"

The experiment of trying to open the gate of the underworld by illegal means did fail, but everything now proves that his thinking is correct!

If you change a borderless land as the target instead of the underworld, he is a unique pioneer!
For example now...

"A strong elemental atmosphere, but it's all ownerless, and it hasn't been contaminated by any mana..."

Through the bars of the cage, the young man's eyes were wide open, and black particles swirled inward around his pupils in a swirl shape, allowing him to see everything around him clearly in the dark.

Basic Spell Night Vision!

The light was utilized to the greatest extent, allowing him to see the bugs in the gaps in the opposite wall, the mottled iron gates, the heavy locks, and the rusty instruments of torture.

hiss……

call……

Taking a deep breath, he parted his mouth.

"This is... a whole new world!!"

A world full of unknowns, without any high-ranking mages and spirits of the morning star, wild, remote, waiting for him to discover...even plundered world!
"It's just that the beginning is not good..."

Lowering his head, the young man looked at his severed arm, which was still bleeding, and frowned.

As the genius necromancer known as "the existence closest to the Holy Ten under the starry sky", [Black Earl] Lovett Francis, he can undoubtedly see that his body is about to die.

No, to be precise, he died once.

The feeling of emptiness that the soul has been separated from the body is fed back to his soul through the remaining instinct of the body, and he cannot admit that this feeling is wrong.

"The physical body disappeared in the turbulence of time and space without accident, but the soul was preserved and not transformed into a void beast, which shows that this body fits me very well..."

He thought with a headache.

Only a body with a very high degree of soul compatibility can "suck" him out of the turbulent flow of time and space on the verge of death.

"I have to think of a way, I can't let my body die!"

In the past, this degree of injury was not taken seriously by Lovett. As a necromancer, the body?It's just a kind of experimental material that has a high degree of compatibility with one's own soul and is relatively precious.

Just being the soul strength of "No. 1 under the Holy Ten" can survive without a body for hundreds of years without any burden.

But that kind of confidence came from the high-level magic knowledge and spellcasting ability he had mastered at that time. There were hundreds of ways to preserve his soul, and now that he just escaped from the turbulence of time and space...

Closing his eyes to relieve the dryness and soreness of the eyeballs, Lovett smiled wryly.

"Is the burden of magic spells so heavy even for inexperienced apprentices? The mana is too weak."

"Mana" is not a simple noun, but a vocabulary that summarizes the process of casting spells.

They are not quantifiable concepts like Chakra, and do not exist in the mage's body or soul, but only define the evolution process of the mage's spiritual power derivative effect.

In other words, the strength of "mana" does not mean the strength of a mage.

The "process" in which a mage uses mental power to control runes, communicate with natural elements, sacrifice, etc., to cast magic. The "work" done by part of the mental power consumed for casting the spell is the so-called "magic power".

The greater the work done, the stronger the mana.

Magic is actually such a kind of thing that is reasonable and can be found. After the mystery is revealed, it does not consider whether others can bear it or not.

Therefore, the foundation of casting spells is built on the spiritual attributes of the mage's body, and the strength of the soul determines the normal amount of mental power and the upper limit of casting.

To put it simply, Lovett, who has been baptized by the turbulence of time and space, and whose soul is almost torn and melted, is not necessarily able to cast spells comparable to the spell apprentices (temporary workers) who do handymen at the enchanting booth on the roadside.

To know the apprenticeship of spells and the apprenticeship of mages, they are also two concepts.

"Flesh proliferation is a necromantic magic that can only be used by a full-fledged mage. The mana strength is as high as three stars. I don't have so much time to wait for the soul to recover..."

Chi!

With hands and mouths, he tore off the rags on his body and tied them tightly to the top of the severed arm. Lovett forced himself to calm down and looked around coldly.

This is not the first time he has encountered the dilemma of life and death. Since he is not dead, he will try his best to live on.

The necromancers who did not die on the way to pursue the final puzzle are a shame to all necromancers!

"Boat? Ocean?"

Feeling the shaking of the wooden boards under his feet, Lovett began to think: "A long voyage without freshwater vegetables, fruits and medicines is tantamount to seeking death. The existence of glass also proves that the world's common sense level is not behind."

"So...the infirmary!"

After setting the goal, Lovett looked left and right: "I have to find a way to get out of the cage first."

He didn't know who the original owner of this body was, but judging from the neat section of the severed arm that was obviously cut off with a knife and the current situation, either a good person was caught by a bad person, or a bad person was caught by a good person .

In short, this is not so easy to escape from the place.

While thinking, suddenly, a scream attracted his attention.

"No...don't come here! I have children and parents at home, please don't kill me! Ah!!"

Pfft!
The location of the cell is not hidden, but rather dim.

Lovett looked in the direction of the sound, a middle-aged man wearing white short-sleeved blue trousers and holding an old flintlock gun fell down at the end of the corridor.

"This outfit... looks familiar."

Lovett flinched.

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puff!

The insincere and cruel laughter sounded at the same time as the sound of sharp blades cutting. The middle-aged man who fell on the ground had blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, and stopped breathing with resentment in his eyes.

"What a quick move!"

Lovett watched all this with a cold expression. The guy who did the killing was not tall, but his speed was very fast, his movements were clean and neat, and he hit the heart with one blow.

With my current physical condition, can I escape?
Lovett wasn't expecting that.

"Brother, there is another one over there..."

At this time, a chubby figure appeared at the other end of the corridor, dragging the head of the dead body in the same suit as the middle-aged man. The visitor had no shirt on but only a cloak. At first glance, he looked very wild.

But the black cat ears on the top of the head and the golden bell around the neck, together with the fat and round body, make this look very funny.

Ugly and ugly.

"Oh? A pirate who was just captured by the navy?"

Hearing this, the mighty cat-eared pirate rolled his eyes and looked over: "Although we are in the same company, but you discovered another side of me, then I'm sorry."

They were talking about themselves, Lovett discovered.

Although sitting against the wall with his hair covering his face, he couldn't tell if he was dead or alive, but the fresh blood dripping from his severed arm exposed him... dead people don't have such clean, clear and steaming blood.

Shut up! !

The cat-eared pirate came over, swiped his sharp claws and cut off the chain of the cell door, sparks flew everywhere.

Watching Lovett lift his head, move his parched lips as if begging for mercy, he grinned cruelly.

"If you want to blame, it's your unlucky appearance on this ship, so now...die!"

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PS: The new book is on the road, and the pirate is still decided.I mixed up the content of the three alternatives, and the new book, which I hadn't prepared for a single word, came alive in an instant!The plot uses pirates, the power system uses online games, and the Zongman book is used as an extra supplement. It’s okay to copy some jokes, I’m a skr genius! 【Manual funny】

So ask for support, for recommendation, and for Amway!

Dashu forgot again that the book whose status has been changed to "Complete" cannot even change the introduction, let alone release new chapters, so there is no way to attract old books.

On the first day of today, the three shifts were at the bottom, and the number of words was maintained in the first shift before the signing. It only took a few days, and after the signing, it was stable and the two shifts did not procrastinate, and the shelves exploded.

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(End of this chapter)