He Comes From the Void

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

Graves saw the people of the Iron Hook gang rushing over, and knew that it was not the time to quarrel. Drizzt was dragged to his feet, and then he immediately picked up Destiny.

"We are now going to the sea-hunting ship farthest from the Mingyuan. There is another ship blocking it. The Mingyuan is not easy to fire. Then we hijacked the captain and drove away."

Drizzt quickly expounded his plan, and suddenly his eyes widened, and Graves noticed a flash of light behind him-a flintlock, and Planck's most aggressive subordinate had arrived.

Without even thinking about it, Graves pulled the trigger immediately.

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

The guy with his gun was hit in two by the scattered lead bullets, and behind Graves, another hapless guy was hit by a card and collapsed, and a knife fell on the deck and banged.

If Drizzt had another second at night, it would be Graves who fell.

Again, the two can't help but sigh that the old habits are terrible.

Planck's people are now everywhere. They stood in a circle on the deck and yelled at them, and they couldn't beat so many people.

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

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

Drizzt drew a blue card and performed his masterpiece. The frantic light and shadow flickered, and it only took a few seconds for him to teleport to his destination. Then he fought with another group of people and emptied the field.

Those sailors are his targets, and his purpose is the captain.

"It's easy for you to say, I'm terrible to do it." Graves snorted, knowing that he can only make a final decision if he passes.

These people are obviously more afraid of large shotguns than soft cards.

He was alone again, and the Iron Hook gang surrounded the crowd fiercely. Graves quickly picked up his destiny and climbed up the mast.

Climbing halfway, there was a guy who didn’t open his eyes crawling as fast as a monkey. He grabbed his foot from below. He kicked the opponent without kicking him down. He could only kick the mast with his foot. The pain in the middle of the fingers made him have to let go.

Then she speeded up, climbed to the mast, grabbed the rope and twisted tightly around her arm a few times, and jumped down the zipline before the guy came up and hugged him again.

Graves made a trajectory over the deck, crossed the sea, loosened the rope at the highest point and flew to the neighboring ship.

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

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

Seeing that Drizzt hadn't hijacked the captain, Graves was furious. He dashed forward, and the **** of the rifle hit the captain's forehead, smashing his cocked hat.

The captain fell on the deck, and Graves pointed his gun to his head and shouted: "Let you go! Or I will break your head with one shot!"

The captain didn't dare to disobey Planck's orders, but now the guns were all pointed to his head, and he had to succumb to Graves' lewd power and let the sailors on the ship escape.

At the same time, Drizzt threw out a few cards one after another, cutting the cable on the mast of the neighboring ship, and several hooks that were trying to swing over screamed and fell into the sea.

The sails stirred, and the hunting ship gradually moved away from the Mingyuan.

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

Across the thick sea fog and the burning sea hunting ship, you can see that the dark sails of the Mingyuan have been eaten up by the fire, leaving only a little dark curly leftovers.

At sea, once a sailboat loses its sails, it loses 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 own hands, Drizzt also laughed, but he laughed more restrained than Graves.

But then he saw on the deck of the Underworld, a rogue in the pirate group put his lost hat on his head shamelessly.

It’s just that compared with the person next to him, this behavior has become insignificant.

Planck is operating an artillery by himself.

An old artillery stopped beside him. Although the body was covered with patina, it was still a beauty.

Planck stroked the muzzle like he was teasing his beloved hound.

The daughter of the **** of death had a lot of victories under him. He liked this gun very much, but now this beauty is old and it is almost time to be buried. But before her burial ~www.readwn.com~Planck wants to make her show up again.

His familiarity with the goddess of death made him full of confidence, and the rough touch came from his fingertips, which made him feel that he had returned to his heroic and majestic period. Feeling the sea breeze, he adjusted the muzzle upward slightly, aiming at the ship where Drizzt was.

"No... Hu Mu is down, is Planck crazy? There is a ship between us. Does he think a rusty cannon can penetrate two ships at the same time?" Scratching the wound, sweat ran into the bullet hole, painful and itchy.

Drizzt didn't speak, staring at the artillery in Planck's hand. Although he didn't think Planck could hit them, his hand still subconsciously grabbed a blue card, and his preparation was not right. Buggy at any time.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down, both of them stared at Planck's hands.

They felt their heartbeat ringing slowly like a bell announcing the sinking of a ship in a widow's righteous hall. They felt that they were on the workbench of the slaughter pier, trapped in the knee-deep innards of the sea beast, but they were still running desperately.

Planck was a bit older than they thought. The wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, like a strait split by an axe, but the fierceness in his eyes was still frightening, just like his nickname.

Disaster of the sea.

He waved the torch and lit the fuze behind the cannon, and the silver flame ignited the oil-soaked tinder paper.

The fuse burned out, and a burning cannonball spewed out in the flames, flying over the deck of the smoking sea-hunting ship in the middle, and crashing 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 lifted by an explosion, and a huge fireball suddenly rose in the night sky, like a rising sun leaping out of the sea.