The alarm sounded at the Iron Sail Fleet headquarters, and a Dire Contractor appeared near the dock!

Cuenca immediately waved his hand, letting his parrot return to the resting bird stand, picked up the waterproof handgun that was always on the table, and the Tidebringer (knife) hanging on the wall hook, and then put on his captain's hat

Rushed out the door.

If it hadn't been for a severe storm, he would have dispatched a large number of men to sail the ship to fight against it. However, the ship was unstable in such weather, so he gave up the plan.

The news I received from Bandru was that there was only one in number, and the morphing elf had entangled the enemy. Slishis was also present, but she had no weapons beside her, so it was difficult to provide effective support.

It would be easier to deal with if it was just one person, at least nothing would be lost. It would be best if he could be killed. It wouldn't be a big problem to let him escape. He didn't capture anything of value.

There were bursts of thunder, and lightning flashed from time to time on the clouds. On the edge of the pier, the heavy rain was still washing the road crazily, splashing a layer of smoke-like mist on the sea. The strong wind made the tropical trees on the shore bend into bow shapes.

Distraught and swaying, a small area of ​​the sea in front of Silishis saw irregular ups and downs, from which she also felt the presence of the Night Dire Contractor.

If there is an [ally] nearby [the enemy], then this feeling will be clearer, and you can even know the approximate position of the enemy without looking at it.

"Slada, why are we like this..."

The most common voice of the siren is like the waves crashing on the shore, layer by layer. Silishi has been here for a certain number of days, and she knows that on the Gloomy Islands in the distance are her former tribesmen, who are of the same status as her.

Slada, the captain of Qi's fisherman garrison, was there, the blacksmith who forged her double swords was there, and the officials and elders who issued her expulsion order were also there.

Both the king and the princess died in the Battle of Clay. So many of his men were almost wiped out, as well as one of his best sisters. Slark was thrown into the Sunken Prison sixty years ago, and at this time he must be...

(Is that knife easy to use? It’s the first knife I’ve used for ten years since I first learned knife skills. I know that something specially made for girls may be a bit...)

"Slishis, please go back quickly, we will solve the problem here!" Cuenca's voice came closer and closer from behind, and the sound of soles trampling on the waterlogged road became increasingly clear and audible.

Silishis did not refuse. The person who came to offend South Coast might be one of the tribesmen she had not seen before. She did not want to see her tribe members being killed by their current alliance. But she could not stop them.

Willing, because she is already in the radiance.

Cuenca relied on his perception to quickly determine the enemy's position, and then raised the Tide Messenger at an angle. A vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the sea he pointed at. A torrent rose from the vortex, and a wide water column rushed up to a height of more than ten meters.

.

There were morphing elves under the water to restrict the enemy's range of activities, and this torrent hit them with one blow. The murlocs that offended their territory were swept up into the air, and their bodies were completely exposed to Kunkka's sight. At this time, Sili Xi

Silk closed his eyes, turned around and left.

"Another Nightmare Contractor I've never seen before...Slarda, Leviathan, Medusa, then this is..." When Kunka saw the fish-man's appearance, he frowned without much pause.

, then raised the knife and swiped in the opposite direction, and the x mark appeared under the fishman's feet. He quickly retracted the knife, replaced it with a gun, aimed at the marked position, and waited for the best moment to pull the trigger.

From the top of the torrent that was about to fade away, a dark energy quickly emerged and spread, causing the mark to disappear. Kunkka miscalculated. This was the first time he dealt with this enemy. He didn't know that the opponent had the ability to remove the mark. But next time

If Kunca encounters him, it won't be so easy to escape.

The black mist enveloped the fish-man, and he jumped into the sea again, quickly escaping far away.

"If I didn't have to hold the Holy Grail, I would meet you on the shore!" Slark thought as he endured the chill that ran through his body. It was the first time he knew that murlocs could also be cold. The torrent of water came from the Ice Age.

Did you come through time travel?

Immediately afterwards, Slack felt that his vitality was not recovering. This meant that there were enemies nearby.

Just after finishing off the copy of himself created by the morphing elf, the guy's true body quickly caught up with him. It had to be said that Shui was really a difficult opponent to deal with. He was used to dealing with Shui and he had no choice at this time.

I never thought that one day I would do the ridiculous thing of killing water with a knife.

Slak quickly swam to the nearest reef, and the morphing elf actually turned into a human form and rushed up, hitting Slak with his hands like a series of cannonballs. Not only did it hurt, but for some reason, it was almost like a torrent, carrying all of it.

An overwhelming cold will slow down his movements.

After Slark walked slowly away from the sea for a certain distance, the morphing elf's water ball couldn't hit him anymore, and it turned into a wave and rushed over, continuing to hit him with water balls. Although this attack was not fatal.

, but if a small amount adds up to a large amount, it will inevitably wear him down until he dies.

Slark endured the chill and pain and thought, since the other party's attitude was so determined, it would be better to fight. He gently put down the bag containing the Holy Grail, picked up the Silent Ripper, turned around and rushed over.

Fish and water will one day stand on opposite sides.

Every attack of Slark can weaken the opponent, steal the opponent's attributes, and convert them into his own agility. As his knife speed becomes faster and faster, the human figure made of water becomes smaller and smaller, and the attack speed becomes faster and faster.

Slowly. At this time, a layer of red light surged around the body of the morphing elf, and Slak could feel it slowly becoming stronger again.

How can this continue...

But not long after, Silk discovered that although the morphing elf had become stronger, its attack speed was slower than before, as if it couldn't even lift its hands. Finally it gave up the fight, and a wave of water swept over it.

Lark was dazed on the spot, turned into a wave, and rushed back into the sea.

"Huh...huh..." After regaining his mobility, Slack gasped for air and quickly ran over to see that the Holy Grail was still there, finally feeling relieved.

While the attributes stolen from his opponent have not disappeared, Slark quickly left the reef and swam towards the Gloomy Islands. The stolen attributes will not be retained forever. In contrast, the attributes lost by the opponent will also slow down after a period of time.

Slowly return to the original level. Otherwise, Slark would have ruled the world long ago with just a knife, why would he still be imprisoned in the Sunken Prison for sixty years?

This investigation was not without success. He learned an important piece of information. Silishi was still alive and staying with Tianhui's gang on the south coast. It would be great if he could survive so peacefully.

Not bad, but I don’t know what Slarda and others think. The thing that makes Slark feel helpless the most is that she is also involved, and she is against her own camp?

How can the Holy Grail be handed over to her hands? If he wants to ensure that it is foolproof, Slack will not ask anyone else, he only believes in himself.

She just wants to stop being a sinner in her heart, and the Holy Grail will no longer be used as a repayment for the fish-people's sins, but for her. If the entire clan has turned against her, then the Holy Grail must not fall into her betrayal

in the hands of the beholder!

"I really miss your singing," the fish-man walked to the sandy shore in the rain, "but I can't even remember it anymore."

-

Kunca quickly found relevant information from the Intelligence Department. Slark, a fugitive from the Sunken Prison, is good at using dark magic and sword technology, cunning and insidious. He has the ability to be invincible for a short period of time...only against physical attacks, magic

There is no clear answer yet as to whether the attack could harm him.

"Temple, where did you get the information? Why do you even know the shapes and uses of his three knives?"

"This... is all the result of Bandru, he told me." Lanaya realized that Kunca didn't know that they had stayed in the Sunken Prison for a period of time, and it was really embarrassing to say that.

This shocked Kunca. He thought Bandru was just blowing, but it turns out there is real material?

At this time, Bandru was next to Kunkka. They usually looked at the magic map together, that is, the dynamic map of the area displayed by each reconnaissance guard. Bandru became even more embarrassed when he heard this, but then Kunka smiled and said

He turned around and asked, "How did you know?"

"I saw it when I was passing by."

"How can you know so carefully just by passing by?"

"of course……"

Two doors and one room away, Silishi was leaning in a shallow water tank, looking at the closed door in a daze. The neighbor next door was boasting so loudly that she heard it, but

She couldn't laugh it off. If she hadn't arrested the wrong person, the Holy Grail might not have been lost.

But what's the use of regretting now? Even if she recovers the Holy Grail, she can no longer be accepted by her tribe. The differences in her factions mean that she will never be able to return to her tribe, or she will use her sword to kill those members of her tribe.

People were, either, killed by them.

What is the meaning of the so-called fighting for the ruins?

"Don't be sad anymore." A voice said.

A water vortex gradually formed in front of Silishi's fish tail, and the morphing elf slowly stood up from it. When it completely appeared, the water in the water tank was also dry.

"Only you are willing to accompany me." Silishi still looked disappointed, but her heart had improved a little.

The morphing elf opened two arms made of water and hugged Silishi. Silishi suddenly discovered that the morphing elf was much smaller than usual.

"You are hurt?"

"Yeah. It's okay. I'll recover slowly."

"Did you fight yesterday? Why are you so weak? Your opponent is very strong, right?"

The morphing elf seemed to think about it for a while and did not hide anything: "Well, a Night Dire Contractor, I think you feel it too."

"Isn't it Sraddha?" Slishis raised her head in horror.

"no."
Chapter completed!