??Chapter 184: Chapter 171 The Master of Silent Night Sea
Chapter 184: Chapter 171 The Master of Silent Night Sea
“These Kuotuo Murlocs are so stupid, they follow whoever feeds them.”
Atop the broken sailboat, a harsh, unpleasant voice was heard, like a dying insect wailing.
Yet the person’s tone was so casual, as though he was discussing sothing trivial.
Amberser paid no mind to the Kuotuo Murlocs, instead carefully observing the dilapidated sailboat. It seed to be the most common kind of three-masted vessel, with a ship’s figurehead resembling a rusted swordfish iron statue.
The body of the sailboat had several large holes, overgrown with barnacles and moss, looking like it shouldn’t be resting at the shore, but deeply buried under the sea.
One fishfolk carrying a harpoon, its body half-rotten, sat at the prow. The words just now presumably ca from this fish creature.
“Sahara Murloc… Zombie?”
Compared to the goofy appearance of the Kuotuo Murlocs, this fishfolk seed far more fearso. The Kuotuo had heads that resembled catfish, while the Sahara Murlocs had shark-like heads and stronger body proportions.
Without a doubt, the fish creature in front of him was undead; its ribcage rotten, revealing ribs and cotton-like innards, with half its face showing bare bone and sharp teeth exposed.
It was a typical zombie, no – a more professional term was needed – a Drowned.
This drown-infested zombie, with its special waterproofing ability, appeared ragged but was actually resistant to the corrosion of seawater. Ordinary skeleton zombies would fall apart after soaking in the ocean for a few months, but a Drowned could move freely within it.
It was just that a Drowned alone wouldn’t have surprised Amberser that much, what truly astonished him was the formidable power of this fishfolk zombie.
This was a Legendary, without question.
No way, could this be Legendary Mute?
“May I ask who you are?” Amberser still cautiously greeted the Sahara Murloc.
“Oh, you’re asking about …”
Standing up from the prow, the fish creature, towering at least two ters tall, said loudly to Amberser, “Spear Phil, the Second Fleet Captain of the Silent Night Pirate Group, greets you, friend of the captain.”
“Captain?”
Confused, Amberser suddenly sensed that the Necromancy Codex received a new ssage.
Upon opening it, it wasn’t from Withered Rose but a private ssage from Mute: [I’ve sent out my subordinate. By the ti, he should be nearly there. He’s a fishfolk without much brains, his na is Phil.]
Amberser took another look at the fishfolk standing at the prow, feeling that the image of Mute had grown much taller.
A Legendary Undead as a subordinate, just how formidable must this pirate captain’s power be.
Closing the Necromancy Codex, Amberser said to the fishfolk known as Spear Phil, “So you are the envoy of Elder Mute. Mr. Phil, how did you recognize ?”
Right now, Amberser looked nothing like a Lich, so how did the fish creature recognize him?
Phil shouted, “Legendary undead are rare. Surely it’s too much of a coincidence to mistake soone else, right?”
Amberser replied, feeling rather speechless, “Do you think I look like an undead?”
“Do undead care about what they look like?” Phil responded in surprise. “The undead in our sea co in all sorts of forms.”
Amberser: …
He truly had no way to refute that statent.
“Alright, please co aboard, esteed guest. If you wish for those Kuotuo Murlocs, I will help you bring them aboard.”
Phil tapped the prow with his harpoon, and a dozen transparent ghosts flew out from the broken ship and entered the Kuotuo Murlocs’ bodies, turning them senseless and automatically guiding them towards the Ghost Ship.
Amberser envied inwardly, the spectacle truly grand; indeed, humans could die of comparison, and undead could be buried by it.
Amberser cast a Flight Spell on himself and landed on the prow of the Ghost Ship.
The undead nad Spear Phil was very hospitable. He took out a bottle of his treasured “fine liquor” and offered it to Amberser, saying, “This is fine liquor brewed from the marrow of rlo rmaids and the blood of deep-sea leviathans. I’ve treasured it for two hundred years!”
“Undead, drinking liquor?” Amberser said, a bit puzzled.
“It’s different. This is fine liquor specially brewed for the undead. Try a cup, and you’ll know what I an.”
Phil took two oak cups, damp with moisture, and poured the ink-black “fine liquor” into them.
“Co on, toasting a friend of the captain for the first ti, I, Phil, toast you.”
Phil clinked his cup, then guzzled it down in one go.
His rotting torso should have spilled the liquor, but this ink-black fluid clung to his decaying body as if alive, seeping bit by bit into the bones and rotting flesh.
Amberser felt a bit awkward; the liquor might indeed be good for the undead, but he had a chanical body right now, could it absorb at all?
But with hospitality so warm, Amberser could only lift his visor and pour the liquid inside.
The mont the black liquor entered his body, a powerful essence of darkness emanated from the “liquor” and began rging with the dark magic power within him, making his body feel light and his soul, intoxicatingly euphoric.
After a short while, the feeling of euphoria subdued, and Amberser felt his own magic power had beco slightly more concentrated.
“What a powerful drink, I actually feel a bit drunk!”
Replenishing dark magic power wasn’t sothing unusual, as many potions could achieve that, but this drink could intoxicate the soul while replenishing dark magic power, which truly opened Amberser’s eyes.
Undead were supposed to have lost most of their sensations, and for Amberser, being drunk was a mory from years ago.
“Of course, rlo rmaids are a variant species infected by abyssal powers, and their bone marrow contains the purest abyssal power. Just mix it in the right proportion with the blood of deep-sea giants, add a bit of algae from the Silent Night Sea… This is my secret recipe. I slaughtered three rlo rmaid tribes to brew this single bottle, which has been aged for over two hundred years.”
“Abyssal powers… That stuff is poisonous,” Amberser said.
Phil replied nonchalantly, “It’s precisely because it’s poisonous that it can even get the undead drunk. Otherwise, what could affect our souls? Co on, once this drink is opened, it must be finished; otherwise, it would be a waste.”
Seeing Phil’s carefree attitude, Amberser felt a surge of pride himself.
Abyssal power was indeed toxic, but such a small amount was nothing to a legendary undead. Being able to experience drunkenness again was a rare treat for an undead.
Amberser and Phil clinked glasses over and over, and the two went from strangers to drinking buddies.
Phil said that according to the normal itinerary, it would take them another day and a half to arrive. But when they learned that Amberser had arrived early, their captain ordered them to co at full speed.
“I left the fleet behind and sped over with my Swordfish Ship. This ship of ours is the fastest in the Silent Night Sea, even faster than the captain’s flagship.”
Phil, who was overly cheerful for an undead, began to boast to Amberser about how powerful he was on the sea after having a few too many—pillaging a kingdom’s rchant fleet one day, wiping out a Murloc tribe the next, a veritable overlord of the seas.
In the past, Amberser only knew his own legendary status in comparison to legends of other races, and it didn’t feel quite real.
Only after eting one of Mute’s subordinates did Amberser realize just how vast the gap was between one legendary being and another.
Back in Alchemy City, he didn’t dare slaughter cities or exterminate races, but this Spear Phil talked about it as casually as if it were a al.
Amberser could also sense that the ghost ship beneath his feet was extraordinary, harboring imnse power not unlike his Mage’s Tower, allowing its owner to exhibit tenfold or hundredfold combat strength. Moreover, this ghost ship could travel anywhere, much more powerful than Amberser’s Mage’s Tower.
With such a powerful force, Mute must be very rich. Amberser wondered if he could also engage in so trade on the side.
He took the opportunity to inquire about Mute.
Asking about the captain? Phil burped out two bones that looked like phalanges from so humanoid creature, then picked his teeth with his harpoon before saying to Amberser, “The captain is our leader of the Silent Night Pirate Group. Aren’t you her friend? Don’t you know?”
“We only corresponded through letters previously, and I really wasn’t aware of each other’s identities,” Amberser explained.
“I see, let
tell you then. Our Captain Aige is the ruler of these seas. Wherever the black sails of the Silent Night Pirates go, everyone must obediently hand over all their treasures, along with their flesh and souls.”
Phil spoke with pride, showing his deep admiration for his captain.
“And then?” Amberser urged.
Phil replied with surprise, “Then? What then? That’s all; we, the Silent Night Pirate Group, are invincible. What ‘then’ are you expecting?”
Amberser: …
He finally understood what Mute ant when he said that this Murloc had no brain.
Just as he was about to ask in detail, at least to find out what type of undead Mute was, the sails on the ship suddenly fluttered as if the wind had changed direction.
But Amberser was certain that the wind on the sea hadn’t changed at all.
Phil, who had been swaying his head, suddenly widened his eyes. Atop the mast, a wraith let out a piercing scream, “Captain, we’re surrounded by the Children of the Storm! There are twelve dium warships, and… the flagship Gale Ship is here too. They’re ambushing us!”
Children of the Storm?
Amberser felt a bit nervous upon hearing this na, knowing it referred to the only kingdom among the Nine Great Kingdoms composed of nurous islands—Fury Tide Kingdom. This kingdom wasn’t large, and its population was far from huge, but each inhabitant was a devout follower of the Lord of the Storm, believers in the power of thunder and storm, hence they all claid themselves as the Children of the Storm.
The Fury Tide Kingdom only had two types of relationships with other kingdoms: hostile or mortal enemies. It was a thoroughly mad country.
However, the sea was the ho turf of the Lord of the Storm, so even if the people of other kingdoms despised the Fury Tide Kingdom, there wasn’t much they could do about it.
“Why would the Children of the Storm trouble us?” Amberser asked.
Phil’s reply was straightforward, “Because we often rob their rchandise.”
Ah, it seed that Mute wasn’t very skilled in interacting with humans either.
Phil reassured, “Heh heh, a bunch of idiots. They thought they could handle
because I was alone. Dear guest, please wait here. I’ll go deal with these humans who don’t know any better.”
Grabbing his harpoon, Phil slamd it against the mast. The fluttering sails imdiately emitted a dense fog, completely covering the already dark sea.
Not long after the fog spread, thunder bood in the sky, churning the fog.
Without even seeing each other’s fleets, magical attacks had already begun!
Phil stood at the prow, raising his harpoon high.
“Get the speed up! Charge through, and let our guest witness the prowess of the Silent Night Pirates!”
Hundreds of wraiths emanated from the body of the ship, surrounding it like a mist. The ghost ship shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, heading towards the densest cluster of thunderstorms.
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