In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

In the narrow cabin, a red shadow suddenly flashed across the crowd in a lively atmosphere.

What it is?

Am I dazzled?

Where's Ivanov?

He was still with me just now!

The sudden change sent shivers down the spines of the Ross people who were still drunk.

They looked at each other, and someone made a grunt and swallowed, and the sound was clearly audible.

I heard that people who drown in the sea will turn into water ghosts. As long as they find someone to die for, they can be freed and ascend to heaven.

The young man's face was livid, his body was still dripping with soup, and he yelled angrily: Fart, whether they are water ghosts or drowned ghosts, they are all a group of weak little things. How can a person be killed under the eyes of so many people? Are the living people dragging them away?

Take up arms, no matter what is causing trouble, I - Yaroslav will make it pay!

The fierce Russian warriors, led by Yaroslav, quickly picked up the battle axes and swords in the box, threw their spears and rushed out of the cabin.

It was frighteningly dark.

Can't see any moon.

Dots of candlelight dotted the cabin and the steering wheel.

The whole ship was silent.

The noisy crowd couldn't help but become quiet.

Some people felt their hearts tremble: Where have everyone gone? Don't those Latinian sailors like to get together and play dice at this time?

Look there!

Yaroslav walked forward quickly and knelt down.

On the deck, under the candlelight, a translucent carpet could be vaguely seen extending to the depths of the cabin.

He reached out and touched the carpet, and the sticky touch made him feel a strong sense of nausea.

The cabin door at the end of the carpet was even more hidden in the darkness, like a devil's cave.

Behind him, subtle movement came again.

He turned around like lightning, and the battle ax in his hand flew out without thinking, and with a bang, a twisted thing was nailed to the deck.

It looked like a huge red sea snake with all kinds of weird protrusions on it.

It was at least half a meter in diameter. It was nailed to the deck with an axe, and it was still struggling desperately.

Is it just pretending to be a ghost?

Yaroslav's face was full of pride. As a member of the Rurik family, he was born with divine power far beyond ordinary people. He had killed countless evil spirits and monsters.

What the hell is this?

If it were a sea snake, this would be too ugly.

The Russians gathered around one after another, and some brave ones even poked the struggling snake with their spears.

Don't take it lightly. Solve it first before talking about it.

Yaroslav reminded.

The tail or head of this red snake extends all the way into the sea water. It is obviously impossible for it to lose its life with this axe.

A group of Russians immediately took out various weapons and chopped at the Red Snake.

Due to poor craftsmanship, the weapons used by the Rus were generally of poor quality, which is why lower-cost battle axes and spears were widely used among the Rus.

Except for Yaroslav's battle ax, which was said to be hand-made by a dwarf craftsman in Norse mythology, the weapons of the others were unable to pierce the red snake's skin at all.

boom--

With a loud noise, a brand new red snake, almost exactly the same as the previous red snake, except that it was several times thicker, broke out of the water. It was covered with barnacles, seaweed and other growths, and the rough skin was covered with Big and small suckers full of lumps.

Hehe, here comes another big one.

Yaroslav's face was full of ridicule. He strode forward like a shooting star. He picked up the tomahawk on the ground and was about to chop it down hard. However, out of the corner of his eye, the originally fast and smooth movements suddenly stopped. end.

In the darkness surrounding the merchant ship, dozens or hundreds of red snakes were seen raising their heads high.

The huge suction cup kept shrinking and expanding, moving in a regular rhythm.

Heavenly Father...

What kind of monster is this?

The eyes of the Russians were full of despair, and this sudden scene had completely destroyed their will to resist.

No matter how fearless a madman is, he will be heartbroken when faced with this terrifying monster that seems to be able to block out the sky and the sun.

Stand up, cowards!

Yaroslav's roar sounded like thunder.

He raised the battle ax in his hand, his face flushed red from anger or fear, or maybe both.

I saw him suddenly throwing the battle ax in his hand, and while countless tentacles were smashing down on the sky, he roared, pulled out his sword, and rushed forward.

…

After a while, only a piece of shipwreck remained on the sea.

…

Early the next morning.

Shadows appeared on the sea floor, as if something huge was passing under the shipwreck.

Lothar came to the deck of the Ocean Disaster, and above her head she could see the blue ocean reflected by the sun.

Today is undoubtedly a good day. If you float to the surface of the sea, you can bask in the sun. This is a luxury that is hard to come by after entering the foggy sea.

Cellinina is competing with Jeanna. As the only two followers under Lothar's command who have completed elite training, the two of them have competed frequently recently.

The wealth brought by Captain Hogg allowed Lothar to upgrade them all to level 130. The two were at the same level, and it was difficult to tell them apart in a fight.

But thinking about it carefully, Jeanne still has the upper hand.

After all, it's just a competition. Jeanna will definitely suffer a loss if she only compares small skills without releasing her ultimate move.

Lothar asked with a smile: Nina, how is your practice of wind-controlling swordsmanship?

Cellinina paused respectfully and sheathed the weapon.

Sir, I'm still trying out the wind barrier you suggested before. Currently, the attacks that can be blocked are very limited, only ordinary arrows. If they were firearms from our world, they would probably only be able to slightly change their trajectories.

Jeanne praised her in a senior tone: The little girl has a good talent, and she masters new abilities at a rapid pace. Given time, she will definitely become one of the best sword masters in the world.

Cellinina's talent is really good, what she lacks is experience and accumulation.

Jeanne thought to herself that if she were to challenge Cellinina in a duel, excluding the factor of attribute restraint, her chances of winning would not be high.

You know, she is also a four hundred year old antique.

Hunted more dark creatures than Cellinina had ever seen.

With this combat experience, she was unable to completely suppress Cellinina, which made her feel a little frustrated.

Chelinina was a little embarrassed and said: Thank you, Ms. Jeanna, for the compliment. You are the best.

During this period, she always felt that she had received a great favor from Jeanne in her previous battle records, and her attitude was particularly polite.

Lothar sighed: No need to be polite, they are all better than me anyway.

The so-called Wind Control Swordsmanship is just an idea of ​​Lothar's. The real Blast just gives Cellinina the ability to control the air flow, and there is no specific description of how to use it.

Cellinina has been using it successfully for only half a month.

And Lothar has the blessing of volcano divinity, and his progress in fire spells is still very slow.

I have to say that there are really big differences between people.

Captain Hogg's voice suddenly sounded: Sorry to disturb your conversation - Sir, I feel the breath of that monster again, and there are signs of another new ship being attacked nearby.

Lothar said: It seems that the foggy sea is indeed its habitat, but I don't know if the fog here has anything to do with it.

Although the purpose of their trip was to hunt for treasure, not to hunt sea beasts.

But if you want to go hunting for treasure on the bottom of the sea without solving this kind of monster that can perfectly lurk in the deep sea, even with the Ocean Disaster, the risk is still too high.

Hogg said: It's a pity that your aura failed to completely frighten it.

It's normal not to be shocked. After all, it is the overlord of this sea area.

Lothar said thoughtfully: I remember that sea beasts have always had a high desire for dragon blood. How about we set a trap?

Hogg hesitated and said: Sir, don't think of that beast as a brainless idiot. The survival time of this kind of sea beast is measured in hundreds of years, and its wisdom has long been no less than that of humans.

Lothar shook his head and said: I don't mean to underestimate it, but Hogg, the smarter the person, the more greedy he is.

He lowered his voice and said, You said, if we prepare a dragon egg as bait, will it take the bait?