he came from the void

At this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him, Drizzt extinguished the flame and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Then there was a gunshot, and a bullet flew past his fingertip, piercing a small hole in the sail.

Drizzt narrowed his pupils and looked at the deck, and saw a huge scarlet figure facing him, a beautiful large-caliber pistol protruding from the thick fog, and the muzzle was slowly emitting smoke.

was found!It was still discovered by the deity!

Seeing that finger tightening the trigger, Drizzt moved quickly on the mast, and several bullets flew past the hem of his clothes.

Drizzt was lucky not to be shot, but he suddenly fell under his feet.He hooked the rope in time and didn't fall off the mast, but he couldn't catch the hat, and it kept flipping in the air and fell to the deck.

Oops……

Drizzt struggled to climb up the mast again, and at the same time, other people on the Nether Abyss began to rush to the deck, and some even had already climbed onto the mast and were quickly climbing up.

It would be too late if he didn't leave, but Drizzt didn't forget what he was here for.Graves had created such a good opportunity, he couldn't just let it slip through his fingers.

Drizzt pulled out several red cards from his cuffs and flung them in several different directions.As the red light flickered, witchcraft flames exploded, igniting the pitch-black sails.

Planck's lackeys climbed up the mast and approached him. He did not continue to choose the red card, and the air wave from the close-range explosion would blow him off the deck.

Drizzt stood on the edge of the mast, seeing that there was only a flying distance between them, Drizzt calmly took out a yellow card and threw it out, stopping the thug who was eager to try.

The person in front stopped and blocked the people behind.

Then he immediately took out the blue card and performed a good show of transforming a living person.

In a frantic flash of light and shadow, Drizzt disappeared into thin air on the burning mast.

A card slowly fell and was stepped on by a boot.

He looked up, and the fire from the sail was reflected in Planck's eyes, which were red.

"Okay, you two managed to piss me off." Plank clenched his fists, his neck was bruised from the force.

His roar echoed on the deck: "Come on, bring me the daughter of death!"

Chapter 241 Deus Ex

Graves coughed out thick, black phlegm, his lungs blistered by the smoke from the warehouse.

At the moment of the explosion, even though he was the closest to the explosion and hid in the bucket, he was knocked down by the impact and passed out.

Then he woke up in the flames, and found that the bucket he was hiding in had been blown to pieces. His whole body was like a stranded fish in a smashed fish tank, and the water on his body was almost evaporated.

The air was thin, and the feeling of suffocation was dizzy. The warehouse couldn't stay any longer, so Graves hurriedly got up to touch his fate.

Destiny's gun is also extremely hot, but now this gun is Graves' only reliance, and it's time to break out of the encirclement.

The charred corpses of the Hook gang were scattered in the burning corridor. He put his head down and quickly walked through the burning corridor.

The members of the Hook gang gathered outside the corridor, and no one expected Graves to appear on fire.

Graves untied the red turban, rushed forward and pulled the trigger of "Destiny" like crazy, the firing pin clanged loudly, as if it would break in two in the next second.

Large lead bullets crashed into their chests, and he quickened his pace without looking back, only to hear the wet sound of viscera falling to the ground behind him.

The hooks reacted, and several guys with chains and scimitars approached while Graves was reloading. Graves strode to distance himself, and then responded with gunfire and shotgun shells.

They turned into shattered corpses, and thick blood gushed out continuously.

But these were all small scenes, who were not desperadoes begging for food under Plank, they rushed up bravely and fought with Graves.

"damn thing!"

These miscellaneous soldiers were just targets for practice, Graves gritted his teeth and stuffed two more bullets into the chamber.Fate devoured everything in front of him like a mad dog. The lead bullets scattered sawdust in the cabin, and the flying wood chips even cut off a small piece of his ear.

Similarly, these short-sighted things did not end well. One guy lost his jaw, another fell into a pool of blood, and another turned into a pool of blood-red meatloaf.

Viscous blood has spread to the feet, and the members of the Hook Gang want to stop Graves, but no one can survive a round under the gun of fate.

He sprinted for the deck with all his strength, but there were more hooks on the deck, like flies around a cesspit.

Graves' limping captain raised a pistol at him, and he fired.

But the barrel of the gun suddenly stopped, and the chamber was empty.

There was a jerk, Graves was shot, and immediately rolled behind a crate on the deck, leaning against it to return fire.

This is the benefit of a body full of flesh. If Drizzt's small body had been shot like this, he would have already rolled all over the ground.

The wooden box was shattered by the bullets, Graves angrily spat on the ground, unloaded the gun, shot in a round of shiny new bullets, and joined the battle again.

He backhanded the captain in two and ran over his corpse to the bow.

The Hook Gang came after them, and they brought even better guys.Bullets whizzed around him, and he fired at anyone he saw, fighting back like a mad dog.

Fate is roaring, the person who was still breathing alive just now has turned into a mess of meat in the blink of an eye.Arms and legs were scattered among the bloody piles of flesh, and it was impossible to determine where they belonged.

He rushed left and right, weaving between the bunkers, zigzagging back and forth, and the big gun in his hand kept ringing.For a man of his size, he was extremely agile.However, under the coverage of the enemy's dense firepower in various areas, he still inevitably hit a few more rounds of ammunition one after another.

Fortunately, what hit him was a relatively primitive flintlock gun, not a precision firearm from Piltover, otherwise one shot would have killed him.

Graves stopped to reload, panting like a pit bull with several spears in it, pain everywhere.Even though Drizzt said he was tough, he was still flesh and blood, not really invulnerable.

He glimpsed that the sails of the Nether Abyss had been swallowed by the fire, and the flames drove away the sea fog, and a figure in a scarlet cloak was standing on the deck staring at him.

That look made him shabby.

Thinking of the fate of falling into Planck's hands, even a pure man would feel scared, Graves didn't dare to delay any longer, and rushed out again holding the loaded fate, and took out a wooden box with a person hidden in front of him. The guns went up to the sky.

The Hooks had learned their tricks. They seemed to know that Graves was going to another ship, so they hid in the various bunkers they had to pass, and jumped out to attack him when he passed.

A butcher greeted him in the face with a fishhook, and he knocked his head off.

Just as Graves was loading the gun, two minions flew towards him swinging the rope, one kicked the fate in his hands, the other threw him on the deck, and punched him twice in the eyes, Hit him with stares in his eyes.

The other hooks swarmed like razorfish smelling blood when the war-god Graves was brought down.They had knives or muskets in their hands, and the breath of death was approaching.

Graves lay on the deck, pinned to the ground and beaten, his face covered in blood.

He could feel that the deck was scorching hot from the flames in the cabin, and he wanted to get up and push away the iron hook that straddled him, but his hands were already tied.

Regardless of fate, he is actually no different from a stronger ordinary person, and he cannot withstand the siege of so many people.

"I don't know if Cui Zi ran out. I haven't seen anyone for a long time. He must have run away..." Just when Graves was about to give up, he caught a glimpse of a red light from the corner of his eye, and then a violent explosion engulfed them all. .

Graves' eyes dimmed, the iron hook that threw him fell on him, and his face was still covered with sweaty chest hair.He couldn't see anything clearly, but he heard a thumping sound across the boards in his ears - it was Drizzt's effeminate boots, which he had been trying to say were made of Sea Dragon's foreskin, It's too bad.

"You're still in such a mess." Drizzt's voice reached Graves' ears, and then he was pulled away with the corpse on his body.

"You're still so handsome." Graves said through gritted teeth. He knew that Drizzt would come to save him, but even so, he couldn't help cursing: "You son of a bitch, you almost killed me!" It exploded!"

"No way, you know, I only come and go with those few cards." Drizzt shrugged and held out his hand to Graves: "Don't pretend to be dead, get up and run!"

Chapter 242 Death's Daughter (September 1400 Monthly Ticket Plus Update)

"Mother, this matter is not over yet, I will settle accounts with you later."

Graves saw that the Hooks were still rushing over, and knew that this was not the time to quarrel, so he was dragged up by Drizzt, and immediately hugged Destiny.

"We are now going to the sea hunting ship farthest from the Nether Abyss. There are other ships in the middle, and the Nether Abyss is not easy to fire. Then we hijacked the captain and ran away."

Drizzt quickly laid out his plan, and with a sudden stare, Graves noticed a flash of light behind him—a flintlock, and Planck's most aggressive men had arrived.

Without thinking, Graves pulled the trigger.

Drizzt also flipped his wrist, and at the same time threw out the card, which flew straight towards Graves.

The fellow, man and gun, were split in two by scattered buckshot, and behind Graves, another hapless minion was struck by a card and collapsed, a knife clattering on the deck.

If Drizzt had been one second slower, it would have been Graves who had fallen.

It was like this again, and the two couldn't help but lament how terrible the old habit was.

Plancks are everywhere now.They stood in a circle on the deck and surrounded the two of them yelling, and it was impossible for them to defeat so many people.

The two looked at each other, and with just one look, Graves knew that Drizzt was about to run away again.

"I'll take a step first, you hurry up and follow."

Drizzt drew a blue card and performed his best tricks, frantic lights and shadows flashed, and it only took a few seconds for him to teleport to his destination.Then he fought with another group of people and cleared the field.

Those sailors were his targets, and his target was the captain.

"It's easy for you to say, but it's terrible for me to do it." Graves yelled cursingly, and he knew that the final decision could only be made by himself.

These people are obviously more afraid of big shotguns than limp cards.

He was alone again, and the Hook gang surrounded him viciously. Graves quickly picked up his fate and climbed up the mast.

In the middle of the climb, a blind guy crawled as fast as a monkey and grabbed his feet from below. He kicked him twice but failed to kick him down. He could only kick the mast with his feet, and his legs His fingers were so painful that he had to let go.

Then she picked up speed, climbed to the mast, grabbed the rope, wrapped it tightly around her arm a few times, and jumped and swung down before the guy came up to hug him again.

Graves drew a trajectory over the deck, crossed the sea, let go of the rope at the highest point and flew towards the neighboring ship.

He plunged into the sail, and the sail tensed instantly. He rolled down the canvas and fell heavily on the deck.

To be honest, this landing posture is really ugly, but if you don't go, you will be left there.

Seeing that Drizzt hadn't taken the captain hostage, Graves was furious.He dashed forward, and the butt of his rifle struck the captain on the forehead, knocking off his three-cornered hat.

The captain fell on the deck, and Graves pointed a gun at his head and yelled, "Let your ship go! Or I'll blow your head off with one shot!"

The captain didn't dare to disobey Planck's order, but now that the gun was pointed at his head, he had to succumb to Graves' coercion and let the sailors on board sail away.

At the same time, Drizzt threw several cards one after another, cutting the cables on the mast of the neighboring ship, and several iron hooks trying to swing over screamed and fell into the sea.

The sails were stirred up, and the sea hunter gradually distanced itself from the Nether Abyss.

"Finally escaped." Graves took a deep breath: "The sails of the Nether Abyss are all burned out, like a tiger without legs, just looking scary."

Through the thick sea fog and the smoldering sea hunting ship, it can be seen that the dark sails of the Nether Abyss have been eaten away by the fire, leaving only a little black curly scrap.

At sea, once a sailboat loses its sails, it loses its power and can only drift with the current.In this case, even a small sailboat can leave it behind.

Seeing the former overlord become like this under his hands, Drizzt also laughed, but his smile was much restrained than that of Graves.

But then he saw on the deck of the Abyss, a scoundrel among the pirates shamelessly put the hat he had left on his head.

It's just that compared with the people next to him, this move seems insignificant,

Planck is operating a cannon with his own hands.

An ancient cannon was parked beside him. Although the cannon was covered with verdigris, it was still a beauty.

Planck stroked the muzzle as if teasing a beloved hound.

The Daughter of Death has won many victories under his hands, and he likes this cannon very much, but now this beauty is old, and it is almost time to bury her.But before she was buried, Plank wanted to give her another shot at the show.

His familiarity with the Daughter of Death made him full of confidence, and the rough touch from his fingertips made him feel that he had returned to his heroic and prime of life.Feeling the sea breeze, he adjusted the muzzle up slightly, aiming at the ship that Drizzt was on.

"Isn't it... Hu Mu, is Planck crazy? There is a ship between us. Does he think that a rusty cannon can penetrate two ships at the same time?" Graves After scratching the wound, sweat flowed into the bullet hole, which was painful and itchy.

Drizzt didn't speak, and stared at the cannon in Planck's hand. Although he didn't think Planck could hit them, he still subconsciously grabbed a blue card, and his preparations were wrong. Get away anytime.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down. Both of them were staring at Planck's hands.

They felt their hearts beating like the bells at the widow's hospice announcing the sinking of ships, and they felt that they were on the workbench of the butchery dock, knee-deep in the guts of sea beasts, and still trying to run.

Planck was older than they had imagined, the wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, like a strait split by an axe, but the fierceness in his eyes still made people tremble with fear, just like his nickname.

Disaster of the sea.

He swung the torch and ignited the fuse on the back of the cannon, and the silver flame ignited the oil-soaked tinder paper.

The fuse burned out, and a flaming cannonball spewed out in flames, scraped across the deck of the smoking sea hunter in the middle, and smashed into the ship under Drizzt's feet.

"Shit, it's a straddle shot!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world turned into a deafening explosion, leaving only flames and rolling thunder.

The deck was blown away by the explosion, and a huge fireball suddenly rose in the night sky, like a rising sun jumping out of the sea.

Chapter 243 The Turtle in the Urn

Seeing that the cannonball passed the neighboring ship and hit the target, there was a burst of cheers on the Nether Abyss, and the minions stomped the deck rumbling.

The straddle shooting here is different from the straddle shooting in the usual sense. It does not refer to the pinching method in artillery terminology, but refers to the high angle of shelling, causing the shells to fly above the deck.

Commonly speaking, the straddle is different from the expectations in the heart, and it can be regarded as a derogatory term.But in the case of a ship in the middle, it is necessary to straddle the shot, just like a jumping pole in billiards.