Chapter Thirty Night Walker

"retreat!"

Prince Hans's expression was uncertain, but he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Return to Keel Island first! The current situation is not good for us, and we will deal with the enemy after we understand the situation of the enemy!"

Damn fog.

This weird fog completely crippled them. They couldn't find any trace of the enemy, and they couldn't command the battle. Everyone was scurrying around in the fog like headless chickens. This is simply being beaten with a dull head. If the enemy is really a ghost ship, their losses will only be greater if they stay here. The undead ignore the fog. They observe the world based on the color of the soul. The vision of the undead is more like the vision of the spirit world, a gray tone, and they can see the light of the soul.

In this case, the enemy can detect them, but they cannot detect the enemy.

Whoooo!

A desolate horn sounded, and as the retreat horn sounded, the surrounding battleships stopped involuntarily.

"what happened?"

"Why did you retreat all of a sudden?"

"Where are people?"

"Why is Old Deco's boat missing? Wasn't it still nearby?"

A burst of sound came back.

Those targets that were targeted by the Death Whisperer were naturally doomed, but those warships that were not listed as targets by the Death Whisperer have been running around until now, without encountering any enemies at all. Only when the others heard the retreating horn and gradually gathered around Prince Hans' battleship did they realize that there seemed to be many people around them, and even one of the fleets that had set out with them had completely disappeared.

"what happened?"

"Where are Kenna and the others? Why did they come back?"

The admirals of some southern island countries looked around in surprise. After blowing the retreat horn, Prince Hans' warship began to retreat, and other warships naturally followed. As it gradually left the area shrouded in fog, everything nearby gradually became clearer. But when Prince Hans counted the warships under his command, his face became quite stiff.

All sixteen warships were missing.

Five of them were warships of vrykul pirates, and all the others were his men.

The fog ahead was still thick, and the inside had become very quiet, without the cover of the gunfire, they vaguely heard a wailing and crying sound that made people feel chills from the fog. It wasn't the wailing of a man. It's more like a rather sharp, half-male, half-female voice, like the background music in a ghost story, and it's quite infiltrating after a little listening.

At the beginning, the sound of gunfire was too deafening, and now everyone who heard the sound felt terrified.

"It's a wraith!..."

The high-ranking warlock standing behind Prince Hans had a solemn expression, and murmured, "And there are quite a lot of wraiths!..."

Wraith is a special kind of undead life.

Their wailing sounds can directly cause an effect similar to the 'intimidation technique', and ordinary people with too low willpower may be frightened and fainted directly.

"retreat!"

Prince Hans kept the fleet outside the fog and waited for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back first."

It seems that the battleship that did not keep up will not come back.

The ghost ship did not leave the range of the fog. This frustrates his desire to hit the fire to sink the target. Until now, he was not sure whether the ghost ship appeared here by accident, or the reinforcements invited by Arendelle, because everything was too coincidental. As soon as they arrived at the location of the flare, they encountered Arendelle's navy, and then they encountered this weird ghost ship. If this is really Arendelle's reinforcements. Then the situation became a bit bad, thinking of this Prince Hans couldn't help casting a shadow in his heart.

With the fleet of the southern island country leaving.

In the mist, some pale phantoms faintly floated, and then a black ghost ship appeared.

"come back."

As Sauron's voice fell, all the oceanic wraiths flying around the ghost ship floated down obediently. Immediately afterwards, they merged into the ghost sail one by one.

He did not catch up to destroy the enemy, because no matter how strong Sauron was. After all, he is just a man and a ship.

Legendary professionals may be very powerful, but not one or two people are besieged by the enemy. Even saints incarnated by gods can be besieged to death by crowd tactics. A quasi-legendary like him naturally dare not take risks easily. In fact. His goal has been achieved. The navy of the southern island country has been hit so hard, and the morale will definitely become much lower. In a few days at most, the news that the south will be ransacked by pirates will come. At that time, the sailors of the navy must be eager to return. Unless Prince Hans is crazy, he will stay here to fight Arendelle, and he will not care about the pirate army raging in the waters of the southern island country.

Once his navy retreated, it was never easy to come back.

Sauron prepared a big meal for him on the west coast!

He mobilized an army of pirates to control the west coast, backed by the Northland Witch Council, as long as he finished the work in hand, he could teach Prince Hans a harsh lesson at any time.

Night fell.

Sauron stood on the deck and stared at the sky. The stars tonight looked a little dim, and many once bright stars seemed to be gray at the moment.

These lights are getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that it will be extinguished in a short time, and even the bright moon under the night sky seems to have an extra layer of gray veil.

Time passed bit by bit.

Sauron quietly waited for the arrival of midnight. Dealing with Prince Hans would definitely not be just a blow to him on the sea. Sauron is a quasi-legendary rogue. If a professional like him uses any means to deal with a person, the result will definitely be Pretty scary. If he hadn't been sure that Prince Hans would be surrounded by high-level professional guards as the prince of a country, I'm afraid he would be more inclined to behead the target directly. But this kind of behavior is too risky. He is not sure how many legendary items Prince Hans has on him, let alone how strong the person responsible for protecting him is.

Sauron has always been very cautious, and he will not do things he is not sure about.

"Deep-sea diving!"

Following Sauron's order, the ghost ship Deathwhisperer dived back into the seabed, and then gradually approached Keel Island.

A huge black shadow in the sea also moved, and finally stopped at a position about three kilometers away from Keel Island.

"Get ready for battle."

Sauron put on a strong outfit, and with a flash of cold light, he drew out the scimitar Ice Death. There was silence on the ghost ship. He watched the undrown undead waiting for orders, and said in a deep voice, "Be ready to meet me at any time. If you see the fire, you can bombard the enemy's pier from the south."

The undead Naga banshee nodded and said, "Yes, master!"

—— "Shadow hides!"

Sauron's figure escaped into the night. Accompanied by a magical aura, he gradually floated up from the ghost ship, and then lightly landed on the sea.

—— "Acceleration!"

Sauron's toes tapped lightly on the sea surface, and then his whole body flew out.

He stepped forward at a high speed on the sea level, approaching the position of Keel Island like a sharp arrow. Back then, he was an assassin in the Underdark. If it wasn't for the drow mistress who wooed him to squeeze him dry, Sauron would have become the Night Walker in the Underdark in the end. When he was active in the Underdark region all the year round, Sauron already knew the method of assassinating Youdou. Today, dealing with the navies of these southern island countries is nothing more than a small trial.

Slap.

Sauron's figure lightly landed on the wooden boards on the side of the port. There were warships docked on the pier, as well as many guards in charge of training.

Instead of rushing to attack, he waited patiently.

"found it!"

A cold light appeared in Sauron's eyes, and then he groped towards a dark corner quietly. He approached silently, and then struck out the knife in an instant!

Flutter.

A stream of blood splashed out, and Sauron slowly put down the corpse in his hand.

A dark whistle!

Long-term experience told him that this kind of action must first pull out the opponent's secret sentry. Prince Hans led the army to attack Arendelle this time, and it is impossible not to have one or two high-level wanderers around him.

"Next."

Sauron's figure disappeared into the night again. Only after solving these secret whistles, tonight will be his feast for wanton hunting.

It seems that he has been fighting like this for a long time since leaving the Underdark.

Fortunately, the craft is not unfamiliar!

……………(to be continued ~^~)