Warhammer Seal

Chapter 83 Fleet of Fear
Quickly pressed Ruixi under her body, then covered her body with a blanket, and quickly started doing push-ups.

This made the dark elf very confused. Wende had never been so active before, and he didn't take off his clothes. Could it be a strange sexual addiction?

At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Captain Salt Resentment walked in directly.

It was hard for Wende not to hear the sound of her prosthetic leg hitting the deck.

This must be to ask what happened to the sudden appearance of the magic crab, and whether it was something that Wende summoned.

Wende could only deny this kind of thing.

This has nothing to do with God, but has something to do with dominion, and it is a political issue.

As for political issues, Wende had already learned a lot when he was an advisor to Emperor Karl.

Salt Resentment came to her only for one thing, and that was to prove the legitimacy of her rule.

She is the captain, and Wende is just a sea priest. If one wants to rule stably, then divine power must not override secular power.

So he could only do push-ups on Ruixi while looking at Yanyuan.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me. The magic crab was sent by the Sea God to help you after hearing your call."

Then he made a gesture with his eyes again, and the meaning was obvious.

He is doing messy things with his partner, Captain Salty Resentment, you really don't want to avoid it?
Good guy, Yan Yuan didn't leave, instead, he continued to lean against the door and enjoy such a mandarin duck show.

As long as she is not embarrassed, then it is Wende who is embarrassed.

"Is it really not your calling? Priest?"

"Of course not. At that time, I was still manipulating the cannon, and I was just an ordinary priest, but I couldn't summon the Sea God. All of this is your devout belief!"

Yan complained, and thought it was the help of Wende, the sea priest, who summoned a team of magic crabs to suppress the vampire pirates.

Unexpectedly, it was the sea god whom he called his father who answered his call in person.

After getting such an answer, she left happily.

Even the door was forgotten to be closed by Wendra.

There's no need to continue pretending, and quickly pulled off the blanket, and got up from Ruixi.

If he forcibly admits that he summoned the sea god to summon the magic crab, the sailors will definitely respect Wende more, and maybe the salt grievance will be delegated to Wende.

Come on, Wind doesn't have any nautical command experience.

She can only pretend that she and Ruixi are having an affair, embarrassing Yan Ren, so that she inadvertently collects too much evidence, and then takes all the credit on her own head.

"This is a political method, have you learned it?"

"I still like you to take the initiative. Every time I take the initiative, I'm a little tired."

Ruixi didn't like politics, so she just touched Wende's waist and slowly sat on the hammock.

Shaking, shaking violently, the hammock began to rock violently back and forth.

It was because the Swordfish had collected all the treasures, and at the same time replaced the brand new sails, heading towards Lustria in the waves.

South of Tyrell is the Isle of Feralas, a city once occupied by the saint Herpans from Bretonnia 500 years ago.

However, as time passed, the snakes rode the fog and turned into ashes, and the expeditionary force disappeared forever in such a desert.

Since then, the war in the narrow sense that has lasted for a hundred years has come to an end.

Feralas, Kofar, and Hikka were back under the Arabian rule, and had nothing to do with Bretonnia.

Of course, the Swordfish will not go to trouble the Arabs, and plundering the Arabs every day must not have any friendly relations.

Moreover, the Arabians and the Imperials, the Bretonnians, and the Tyrells are all feuds. Of course, the Swordfish will not stop for supplies, and can only sail to Lustria in one breath.

After leaving the land, Wende's heart was suspended.

After all, as a person who has never sailed on the ocean, the unknown deep sea always has too many unknown secrets and fears.

Among them, nothing scares the sailors more than the Fear Fleet.

According to Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more likely it will happen.

"Captain! It's Earl Noctilus' fleet!"

The sailors on the mast immediately scrambled and crawled to the front of the salt resentment, talking shit about the information they found.

The notorious Admiral of the Fleet is now known as Count Noctilus, Lord Commander of the Dread Fleet.

A collection of vile and dissolute undead warship captains, including notorious pirate ships such as the Shadow Wraith, Scarboras, Black Kraken, and Zandiri Curse.

Destroyers of the high seas, haunting nightmares of living crews, and sworn enemies of salt grudges.

No god likes undead creatures, and of course Sea God entrusted Salt Resentment in a dream to destroy all undead creatures in the sea.

Chief among them is Count Noctilus from the Burial Shipyard.

All the actions of Salt Resentment are aimed at accumulating strength and completely eradicating this force.

It's just suffering from weak strength, and at the same time, I don't know the specific location of the ship burial cemetery.

Now that they have found the Ship Burial Cemetery by accident, the crew must immediately draw the location of this area on the map, and wait until they have accumulated enough strength before completing their divine seal mission.

"Captain! It's too late! We were discovered by the fear fleet! Run!"

As the sailors said, at the same time they found the Dread Fleet, the Dread Fleet found them.

Several flagships have already raised their sails, and at the same time, the zombie sailors below the deck also began to shake their oars vigorously, at a speed that is not slow.

It seems that this time, there will be one more ship and some zombie sailors in the Burial Ship Cemetery.

Salt Resentment did not have the tradition of fighting to the death like the knights of Bretonnia. Knowing that the strength was completely inferior to the opponent, she immediately gave the order to retreat.

But in this vast sea, it was only a matter of time before the Swordfish was overtaken by the Dread Fleet, and there was no possibility of escape.

Return?No chance, here is still a month's sea journey from Tyrell.

Continue to Lustria?That would pass the Vampire Coast, and it would be attacked by Luthor Harken.

Heading north to Ulthuan?It will definitely be sunk by the navy of the high elves.

Right now, there is only one last option left for the salt grievance.

"Go west at full speed, rush into that storm, may the sea god bless each of us!"

　Generally, I write 6000 words every day, and then when I am fishing at work, I correct and delete the excess water to 4000 words before publishing, so there are actually as many storylines in 6000 words as in 4000 words.

　　Which do you prefer?Same story, is 6000 words better or 4000 words better?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)