Pirates: The Black Earl

The Black Earl of One Pirate Author: Big Tree L

brief introduction:

Francis Lowett, the archmage of the Necro school who was given the name [Black Earl], came to this world of pirates.

The dead march, the bones are resurrected, and the blood is cursed!

What kind of disturbances will the spells of the wizarding world cause in this world?

But first there is a premise.

Glancing at his **** arm, Lowett thought calmly: "I have to think of a way to survive."

This is a story of a necromancer stirring the wind and the rain in the sea.

Chapter One, a wolf? !

The setting sun is slanting west, and the setting sun is dusk.

The warship with the Navy Seagull Libra flag swayed with the waves, and the sun’s remaining temperature hits the body to warm the ocean, and the surrounding area is lonely. Only the sound of sea water beating against the hull of the ship can be heard, with the smell of fresh water in the air. The sea breeze makes people drowsy.

but

Another weird smell of rust that is so strong that it rushes into the nasal cavity makes the scalp numb, the skull becomes cold, and the adrenaline soars. It is impossible for anyone to fall asleep in this environment.

Those who fall asleep can't wake up anymore

perhaps.

"It hurts!"

In the dim cabin, a young man with black hair and a withered face covered his forehead and sat up. He was covered in greasy and black rags. His hair was stained and knotted by scalp. It's like the rancid steamed buns fished out of the smelly ditch or the kind of bite.

"hiss!"

With a light movement unconsciously, a heart-piercing pain hit, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes. In this dim prison, those eyes were bright and scary.

"This is?!"

With the faint light of the ventilation window, the young man's pupils suddenly tightened and looked at his left arm.

To be precise, it was the posterior half of the humerus of the left arm. The entire left arm was broken from the root of the elbow and was wrapped in a piece of rag in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

But obviously it's useless.

The white gauze penetrated the blood plasma and dropped to the ground.

"I remember I should do an experiment in the laboratory to use the Lich's phylactery as a source of energy to forcibly open the gate of the underworld and then? What happened?"

The young man was not in a hurry to stop the bleeding, but frowned in thought.

A picture unfolded in my mind.

In the bright undead castle laboratory, the unlucky lich's curses are extremely vicious, and the opened space-time gap is also extremely clear. This super memory is an instinct that every mage must master.

Immediately, a white dot flickered in the center of the picture, spreading rapidly in a radial shape, and everything was swallowed by the "light" of nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"Ho!"

With a grunt, the young man covered his head again, his face in pain.

But this time he didn't close his eyes again. Although painful, there was undisguised joy in his eyes.

"So, did the experiment fail?"

The experiment to try to open the gate of the underworld by illegal means did fail, but everything now proves that his idea is correct!

If you change the Borderlands as the object instead of the underworld, he is a unique pioneer!

For example now

"A strong elemental aura, but it's all unowned, and has not been contaminated by any mana."

Through the cage railings, the young man's eyes were shining, and black particles swirled inward around his pupils, allowing him to see everything around him clearly in the dark.

Basic spell night vision!

The light was used to the greatest extent, allowing him to see the bugs in the cracks on the opposite wall, the mottled iron gates, the heavy locks, and the rusty instruments of torture.

hiss

call

Taking a deep breath, he cracked the corners of his mouth.

"This is a whole new world!"

A world full of unknowns, without any high-level wizards and morning star spirits, wild, remote, waiting for him to discover or even plunder!

"It's just that the start was a bit unpleasant"

Lowering his head, the young man looked at his broken arm, which was still bleeding, frowning.

As the genius Necromancer and Black Earl Lowett Francis known as "the closest existence under the starry sky", he can undoubtedly see that his body is about to die.

No, to be precise, he has already died once.

The feeling of emptiness that the soul had been out of the body was fed back to his soul through the remaining instinct of the body, and this feeling was impossible for him to admit it was wrong.

"The physical body was not accidentally annihilated in the turbulence of time and space, but the soul was preserved and did not transform into a void beast, indicating that this body fits me very well."

He was thinking with a headache.

Only a body with a very high degree of soul fit can "suck" him out of the turbulent flow of time and space at the edge of death.

"You have to think of a way, you can't let your body die!"

If it had been in the past, Lovett didn't take this degree of injury in his eyes. As a necromancer, his body? A kind of experimental material that fits very well with one's own soul and is relatively precious.

The strength of the soul of being the "first person under the Holy Ten" alone can survive for hundreds of years without any burden from the body.

But that kind of confidence comes from the high-level magic knowledge and spellcasting abilities he had at the time. There are hundreds of ways to save the soul, and now he has just escaped from the turbulence of time and space.

Close his eyes to relieve the dryness and soreness of the eyeballs, and Lowett smiled bitterly.

"Isn't even the influential apprentice so heavy on spells? Mana is too weak."

"Mana" is not a simple term, but a vocabulary that summarizes the casting process.

They are not the quantifiable concept of Chakra, and they do not exist in the body or soul of the mage, but only define the process of the evolution of the spiritual power of the mage.

In other words, the strength of "mana" does not mean that the mages are strong or weak.

The "process" used by the mage to control the charms, communicate natural elements, sacrifices, etc., to perform magic, and the "gong" done for part of the spiritual power consumed by the cast is the so-called "mana".