Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Speech Spirit System

Chapter 166 The Dragon Slaying Necromancer

Bishop Vilay never thought that they would carry their backs like this. When the storm came, the ship could not be called a ship. It was like a toy played crazy by the waves, leading them dizzy in the turbulent waves. Drifting inside, the bishop of Vilay didn't know how many times their "boat" had capsized in the gap just now.

"God of light, I think we must be buried in the sea. I didn't expect that the final fate of my Cardinal Villers would be to be wrapped in fish. I swear, if I knew that something like this would happen today, I will definitely not board the 'Chilard' and come to this ghost place..." Bishop Willey tremblingly grasped the edge of the "ship" that had already capsized, a person like him who can't swim , Once you let go of your hand, it's like breaking off the last branch that can be attached to the cliff, there is absolutely no possibility of a miracle.

The ever-changing sea is covered with dark clouds. The black clouds are rolling hysterically and roaring, knocking down rolling purple lightning on the sea level. The big raindrops are like hail hitting the body, making people unable to open their eyes. , all people are like drowned rats, appearing small and humble in the sea.

Of course, in addition to being exhausted, there are limbs that have lost temperature and gradually become stiff, which are constantly devouring their will.

Necromancer Moya's face was already pale and without a trace of blood. If it wasn't for the young swordsman Noah holding her with his hands, there is no doubt that the magician, who has always been known for his frailty, would be swept away by the waves. Don't know where to go.

Regarding Bishop Vilay's complaints, at this time, some people will pay attention to them again. Under the attack of the violent wind and rain, the three people who were trapped on a piece of wood facing the waves were all exhausted.

Bishop Weilai was already in a trance. When he thought that Sistar still didn't know where he was alive, and thought that he might never have the chance to go back to the Temple of Light, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"I'm going to die," he murmured, shivering in the sea, weeping bitterly: "but I haven't achieved my ideals, haven't let those damned eyes rise above the top of the cardinals I am convinced...Master Moya...I don't want to die yet!"

"Who said we were going to die?" Moya said this sentence with difficulty, exhausted, she took a breath, she smiled slightly, even though the smile was still a little pale: "I just remembered, I still have a space magic scroll."

The tearful face of the bishop of Weilai obviously showed a dull expression. What did the necromancer just say? A space magic scroll? Ah! It seems that there is such a thing! This necromancer still has a space magic scroll .

Bishop Weilai was suddenly very excited: "Bless the God of Light! I knew he would not want me to leave the Sita Continent like this! My dear Lord Necromancer, you are really the lucky star in my life! I, Bishop Weilai, swear that if we really I survived, and I will abandon my opinion on black magic! Be an upright believer of the Illuminati! I will never mention the matter of taking you to the Temple of Illuminati to be burned!"

"Okay..." The necromancer had a slight headache. This cardinal was indeed too noisy.

Seeing the irritated expression of the necromancer, Bishop Weilai quickly shut up.

The necromancer wiped the water off her face, and she coughed: "Noah, when I unfold the scroll, you can give me a hand, but... can this magic scroll finally teleport us to a nearby ship? Still an unknown, so are you willing to trust me?"

If you continue to stay here, sooner or later you will be exhausted and become food for the fish. It is better to give it a go, at least there is still a chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Bishop Weilai said without hesitation: "Master Moya! We all believe in you!"

The necromancer glanced at Noah beside her. The young swordsman nodded to her and finally stopped hesitating. She took out the magic scroll, and Noah threw the scroll into the air. Obscure spells, the unfolded scrolls emit dazzling white light, covering Noah and the others,
When I looked again, including the scroll, the person shrouded in light had disappeared...

The Mengs Rabbi is a pirate ship that wanders in the sea. They obtain a lot of wealth by plundering merchant ships and maintain their livelihood.

But in the recent period, their business has been a bit bleak. After all, the sea has been too unstable during this period, with either storms or undulating waves and fog. This undoubtedly makes even Rabbi Mons who has been traveling in this sea area for a long time I have never lost my way once.Not to mention the number of ships coming and going, there are simply pitiful few.

The captain of the Mengs Rabbi is named Flora, a third-level warrior and magician. On the Sita continent, people who can have two professions are always respected by others, so the captain Flora is also, After all, Flora is the only one on the Mammoth Rabbi who can use magic.

When they were sailing in the Clo Sea area that day, a storm suddenly came. Fortunately, the Mengthrabi had been strengthened once before, so despite the storm and the turbulent waves, their ship was still very safe. of solidity.

After the storm calmed down a bit, the sailors Harder and Chino went out of the cabin to turn the sails in one direction. After all, if they fought against the sea storm head-on, they would be the ones who would suffer, especially when there was a shortage of funds and no sheep came to the door. When they are asked to rob, they can save money immediately.

"Hey! Dude! You have to hold this rope for me, or we won't be able to turn the boat in one direction! Or Qi Datou, do you want to rush directly into the storm like this? I believe our captain will I threw you into the sea without hesitation!" Hader said to his partner with some dissatisfaction.

Kino is a young boy, he has dark skin - of course, this has a lot to do with his life at sea. When he was alive, the people on the boat thought of him first.

Harder asked him to pull the rope down, and he came to the deck to direct him to turn the sail. He is a very experienced sailor, and he has been drifting on the sea for at least half his life, so even if he is old now Bent, but his eyes are as sharp as eagles.

Under Harder's command, the direction of the sail was finally adjusted.

Hard nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! Yes! This is the angle! Now, man, you have to tie the rope! Tie it to the iron rod on one side! Yes! It must be tied firmly!"

　Originally, I planned to write some kind of story, um, about a girl who carries a blood feud and wants to slay a dragon, but in the end (face covering), it turned out to be something else... So the plan can't keep up with the changes... I'll try to write a better story for the next one. …

　　
　
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