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Part 2 The Blue Storm The Eleventh Sulla The Raider

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    "Welcome to the Savage Grassland Howler. m" The captain of the magic ship greeted the arrival of the psychic and the female mage in an exaggerated tone.  "The presence of these two adults will undoubtedly make my boat shine!"

    "You can't even imagine how close what you said is to the truth." The psychic said as he walked step by step along the steps of the ship's side. At the same time, he looked at the sun mage who was walking half a step in front of him, and then turned to the man named Simon.  captain.  "And I know you're a very imaginative man, Captain Now, get this lady a nice cabin. And get one for me too."

    "Thank you, Hassan." Hassan was the pseudonym that Sadiri gave Muhadi.  "But I can speak for myself. Just give me an ordinary cabin. But it's better to have a big space. I have some luggage to put in."

    "What kind of luggage will it be? If I may take the liberty of asking." The captain rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, as if he was worried about what the luggage she was talking about was.  "Of course, you don't have to answer if you find it inconvenient."

    "Somepottery." Satiri replied.  "When do we leave?"

    Simon glanced at Mohadi and then at the Coral Witch, as if he was judging which of the two was in charge.  Finally, he said to the female mage: "Well, I'm afraid our travel time will be delayed a little bit Don't worry, just a little bit!"

    "I thought you had already negotiated with my agent and we would set off as soon as possible." Satiri asked.  Her tone was just right, noble and elegant without being overbearing.  "Why is there a delay?"

    "Is this it? I'm afraid Lord Pasha has revoked my permission to leave the port. You see, this is all a misunderstanding, some copying errors in the ledger, the omission of a few copper coins Hey, in short, if we take off directly. Pasha  Xia's guards will probably knock us down." Captain Simon said in an annoyed tone.  If it weren't for the fact that his heartbeat didn't change at all and his breathing rate didn't change at all, it still sounded sincere.

    The psychic could tell at a glance that the captain was hiding something. Nusrat Pasha had promised him that he would help them leave the world of Namib in any possible way. How could he deliberately obstruct the magic ship at this time?  It seems that this treacherous-looking captain was originally prohibited from leaving the port and was trapped here. He deliberately didn't mention this before, probably to help himself.

    ??????????????????? The captain continued.  "But we can easily solve this small problem. You see, there are not many soldiers guarding this port, and court mages are not always on duty. If we act quickly, then we will have enough time for the pasha's people to react.  Before coming over, successfully break out of this port."

    "Or we can directly ask the Pasha for permission to sail." The psychic suppressed his thoughts and said in a barely suppressed tone.  "Then I'll deal with your deception."

    "Then you have no chance to punish me for this, so you'll have to punish me first," the captain said helplessly, spreading his hands.  "Look, you do seem to be very capable adventurers - no matter what you call yourself. You are indeed adventurers, right?"

    "I neither admit nor deny this possibility." The psychic turned his head and said.

    "It's up to you" Simon made an indifferent gesture.  "But I know Pasha's character too well. Even ten megirot lizards can't change what he has decided. If I wanted to succeed just by moving my mouth, I would have succeeded more than ten times!"

    ¡°I don¡¯t think Pasha would be willing to see you more than ten times.¡± Satiri said to the captain of the magic ship.  "But I believe that my companion is more persuasive than you, and the pasha will listen to him."

    "A gray-scaled bird flying out of my ass is more likely than Nusrat Pasha allowing us to set sail. I suggest you stop having such delusions. Let's deal with the guards here quickly. The longer the delay,  The later it will be before we return to Atas.¡±

    "Just wait and see." The psychic said to the captain of the magic ship with a shrug, interrupting the conversation without a doubt.

    Half an hour later, Mohadi teleported directly from the pasha's palace back to the captain's cabin of the magic ship using his psychic powers.  When he came out of the captain's cabin, he directly ordered the crew to set sail immediately and sail towards Atas.

    "Where is the captain? Why can't he come out of his cabin?" Several sailors asked this question.

    "He is unwell," the psychic explained.  "I guess a greyscale bird is flying out of his ass."¡ª¡ª

    Sailing in the star realm, people are confused about the flow of time?¡¯s perception is greatly disturbed.  Scholars have no conclusion as to whether time in the astral realm truly stands still, or whether different airspaces have different flow speeds, and Muhadi has no intention of conducting in-depth research at this time.  He only cares about how much time it takes to get to Atas, which is equivalent to the time on the main material plane.

    According to Captain Simon Havarian¡¯s introduction, according to the route they are taking now, it only takes thirty standard days at most to get to Atas.  After experiencing the previous incident, the smuggling captain seemed to have restrained himself a lot, at least he no longer dared to hide anything when he spoke.  Mohadi felt that whatever the man had planned to do, he had now changed his mind.  The psychic even searched this person's brain specifically with psychic powers and found that this was indeed the case.

    Muhadi is very satisfied that his use of psychic powers seems to have improved again.  This time, the forced excavation of the memories in other people's brains was very clever and did not bring any side effects. The smuggler captain didn't even know that his brain had just been searched.  The psychic couldn't help but remember that when he first faced his master Tian Qin a long time ago, the other party was so unfathomable, and now he has mastered this ability.

    Another idea is, if it is not necessary.  Next time I won¡¯t enter other people¡¯s minds casually.  There are too many unspeakable nastiness and filthiness deep in a person's mind.  Entering someone else's mind and looking through it is equivalent to the psion experiencing those contents himself.  Muhadi felt sick when he thought about the first time the smuggler captain touched himself and the obscene scene with two other men and two women.

    ¡°Can we still find Githyanki in the Astral Plane now?¡±

    "This" Suddenly hearing the psion asking a question, the captain seemed a little at a loss. He shook his head, and the captain's hat and feathers on his head swayed.  The two of them were standing on the deck at the stern of the ship, observing the bizarre scenery in the star world.  There are flying stars and broken asteroid belts everywhere.  An unknown light source emits a cold light.  "Yes, there are. But it's very rare, especially in this area Most of them now engage in piracy, in small groups and small groups, not subordinate to each other. Some also do business, or work as mercenaries, believe it or not  , there are even some Githyanki who are converted to the First Cause. I heard about a group of Githyanki missionaries who traveled to a faraway world that no one knew existed."

    ¡°Like this Githyanki sailor on your ship, he¡¯s a mercenary? Can you trust him?¡± Mohadi asked casually.

    "Except for myself. I can't trust anyone, let alone these scumbags." Captain Simon smiled evilly, as if he was telling a joke.  "Hey, let me tell you. Managing these sailors with different religions and who knows what kind of criminal records, you have to be like growing mushrooms. Feed them, and then don't let them see the light of day."

    "It sounds like you have your own philosophy on how to deal with people. For your own good, I hope it works."

    "Hehe, it works very well." The captain said proudly.  "But it's not as effective as yours."

    The psion raised an eyebrow.  "What are you implying?"

    "That woman! The one with you. You are not her butler. I can see that at a glance. And I can also see it through the veil. She is a real beauty. How can you find such a beautiful woman, my lord?"  Companions are truly amazing!¡±

    "Me walking with her has nothing to do with her appearance. I sincerely advise you not to think nonsense."

    Simon shrugged again, with a look that said you understand.  "It's whatever you say it is! Appearance doesn't matter, could you be tougher on your character?"

    Mohadi slowly turned his head and looked at the smuggler captain.  "You really keep refreshing my understanding of you, don't you? If you continue to talk about her in this tone, you will find that I am not forever angry."

    "I can say whatever I want. And I don't take any threats. Living but not being able to speak as I please is much scarier to me than being dead. Besides you look like the kind of person who has a crush on someone but doesn't.  People who dare to take the initiative to speak out lack violent tendencies and tend not to follow through on their threats.¡±

    The Psion frowned, "It's a miracle that you can survive until now. But maybe I can control you without personally fulfilling the threat. For example, I can stand by and watch at the critical moment."

    "How do you say it?" The smuggler captain seemed to realize something, suddenly he was excited and even his tone changed.

    Mohadi did not answer. Simon looked back and found that a female mage wearing a gray mage robe and a translucent veil had also arrived on the deck at some point.  She frowned and stared at the smuggler captain, her eyes not particularly friendly.

    ¡°This, this, this¡­have I mentioned to you that I have intermittent speech disorder syndrome?¡± Simon said in a panic.

    "Don't be stupid"??I'm not referring to her.  "She's the most non-bullying person you could ever meet, and I mean those people!" Muhadi said.  "The psychic warlock raised his arm and pointed at the seemingly empty and vast astral space.

    Simon took out the single-channel telescope he carried with him, stretched it to its maximum range, and then opened his eyes wide to observe the direction pointed by the psychic.  There is a broken asteroid belt there, full of worthless gravel. It is a dangerous area that magic ships will not approach without reason.

    "You noticed it too?" Satiri approached the psychic and asked.

    "I just noticed it not long ago." The psychic told the truth. "They hid in the gravel, using the bright light of the star behind them as cover, and also used anti-prophecy spells to block magic detection, so I didn't notice them until they started to move.  ."

    "I'm about the same, but as a psychic, shouldn't you be able to detect the fluctuations in their thoughts?" The female mage was a little confused.

    ¡°This is what I don¡¯t understand,¡± Muhadi said.  "I didn't notice any obvious fluctuations in thinking from the incoming magic ship. It's strange"

    At this time, Captain Simon finally noticed the appearance of the attacker.  In his monocular.  He clearly saw a magic ship quickly leaving the asteroid belt where he was hiding, speeding towards the "Wild Prairie Growler". It looked menacing and full of malice.

    "Do you think they are coming for us?" the psychic asked the female mage.

    "Unlikely, our whereabouts should not have been exposed yet." Satiri shook her head.

    ¡°That¡¯s the pirate.¡± Muhadi speculated.  "But the strange thing is, our good captain just told me. Pirates are obviously rare in this area."

    The smuggling captain¡¯s face became very ugly.  The two passengers speculated that the magic ship flying straight over was a pirate ship, but they knew clearly that the ship was coming towards them.

    In the monocular telescope, the ever-increasing magic ship has extremely distinctive appearance features.  The entire ship is made of red copper, with many thick rivets and closed gun doors exposed on the surface, giving it a heavy and rough feel.  Its appearance, which is completely different from other similar ones, clearly demonstrates its belonging.

    "They are the men of Witch King Dlegos!" Captain Simon shouted a little uncontrollably.  "Bastards! Get ready for a gang war!"

    Witch King Dregos!  Hearing the name, Muhadi and Satiri looked at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

    Dregos of Meisterna is a close friend of the Witch-King Malik.  He is also the disciple of the primordial warlock Rajat who is best at necromancy.  During the fifteen-century purification war, he used the lives killed by the fighters to create a series of incredible undead creatures such as divine mummies, which greatly enhanced the power of the Taichu Warlock camp, and finally transformed what he regarded as "  The "god slaves" and their masters were wiped out.

    At the end of the War of Purification.  Dregos responded to Ebb's Boris's call to rebel against the Prime Warlocks and became a Witch-King.  However, he had been studying the mysteries of death and dealing with the corpses of gods for many years, and he actually came up with the idea of ??becoming a god himself, and put it into practice.  Feeling threatened, Polis took action decisively and killed Dregos, the Giant Destroyer.  His city-state was destroyed and his research was sealed.

    But Dlegos was not so easily wiped out.  He was resurrected in lich form.  Out of his deep hatred for Polis and his friendship with the Witch King Malik, Dlegos chose to join the rising First Cause camp and made many contributions.  But now that Mohadi has been missing for more than ten years and Polis has been eliminated, it is really difficult to predict the position of Witch King Dlegos.

    Another problem is that even though Witch King Dlegos still belongs to the First Cause camp, he is a close friend of Witch King Malik, and Malik and the Archdruid Camilla of Starhpenser sect supported the  False Prophet Danjar.  The first cause of faith is now divided in two. If Delegos supports the faction of the false prophet Danjar, Muhadi will be in trouble.

    While I was thinking wildly, the incoming magic ship had already arrived in front of me.  I saw it mercilessly ramming into the "Wild Prairie Growler", and even Captain Simon could not avoid it even with full rudder.  Then, with a tooth-piercing loud noise, the crow's beak-shaped bow of the intruder bit hard into the side of the ship.  The sailors swarmed forward, brandishing a variety of weapons, ready to fight the attackers.  As for Captain Simon himself, he lowered his body and looked around furtively, as if planning to wait for an opportunity to escape.

    It has to be said that although the smugglers are all dissolute, vulgar and barbaric, their martial arts are still good.  It's a pity that their opponents are too powerful, and the battle in front of them is more like a one-sided massacre.

    The men of Witch King Dlegos are not living people, they are all zombies.  But unlike those actions in general,Compared with zombies that are slow and have limited strength, the Witch King's creation is not only infinitely powerful, but also agile and invincible.  Precisely because the attackers were all undead, the psion had not noticed the fluctuations in his thoughts before.

    Atas¡¯s magic requires the extraction of life force to maintain, including the necromancy spells that maintain undead creatures.  In Atas, the "life span" of the undead is limited. When the necromancy spells that maintain them gradually run out, they will turn into an ordinary corpse.  If you want to extend the "lifespan" of the undead, you must either find a way to forcibly extract the vitality to strengthen the spells that maintain them, or reduce the usual loss of spells.

    The solution Delegos came up with was to use mechanical power to assist the movement of zombies, which would not only enhance their strength but also extend their service life.  The Witch King creatively equipped the zombie soldiers he created with a variety of hinges, gears and transmission belts, making them creak like a chime when they move.  In order to drive this set of machinery, Delegos used steam as power, so each zombie soldier wore a spiked helmet on his head, whirring white steam like a chimney.

    These steam zombie soldiers will remain motionless when not needed, reducing the loss of machinery and steam, and will only go all out when fighting.

    Mohadi hesitated for a moment, but did not choose to take action. He did not want to reveal his identity.  But beside him, the Coral Witch had already rescued several smuggler sailors, but she did not launch any attacks on the attackers.

    "Simon Havarian!" an angry voice sounded, and a tall vampire dressed like a desert noble walked off the attack ship.  "You're finished! How dare you lose His Majesty Dregos' gold! The Witch King will punish you to be a slave forever and serve as an immortal servant forever!"

    "This" Captain Simon originally wanted to escape, but now it seems that it is too late.  He explained in a panic: "Actually, I didn't lose it, right! It was snatched away by the Witch King Malik's people! It's none of my business!"

    The vampire seemed to be extremely angry and laughed, "Didn't you lose it?! You said the gold was stolen by the Witch King Malik's people?"

    "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it!" As if he had found an oasis in the desert, Simon quickly grasped this point and continued.  "Let Malik's people take it away! I swear in the name of the First Cause and the Prophet! These money-minded madmen and dishonest misers! You should go to them to settle the score, and I am willing to help you!"

    ¡°Then do you dare to say that to them in person?!¡± the vampire shouted.  Several portals lit up around him, and three men dressed as Templars walked out of them, shouting angrily at the smuggler captain: "Simon Havarian! Where did you do His Majesty Malik's money?"  !" (To be continued.)
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