Chapter 342: Prison Warden Pirates
The sky was clear, and the red sun in the east had just risen halfway, casting its rays obliquely, dyeing the sea surface golden. Dozens of seagulls glided in the air, calling out from time to time to show the good mood brought by this beautiful morning.
"Whoosh--" A sound of air tearing was heard, followed by a scream. The seagulls were startled and scattered, and immediately flew around, gathering again in the distance after a long time. Looking closely again, one of their companions was missing.
At the same time, a seagull pierced by a crossbow arrow fell from the deck of a large ship on the sea with a bang, and was then picked up by a big hand like a palm leaf fan.
"Damn it, you don't let me sleep well so early in the morning, calling, calling, calling, see if I can still make noise after I shoot you down." The person who spoke was the owner of the big hand. This man was short and stout, but his clothes were disheveled. He was a dwarf who had just gotten out of bed.
The dwarf held a crossbow in one hand and the poor seagull in the other, muttering, "I was just woken up by these dead birds. I haven't had breakfast yet, so I might as well pluck the feathers of this bird and make soup for a meal." It seems that it was this dwarf who shot down a seagull and scared away the seagulls.
The other people on the deck saw the dwarf with sleepy eyes, but no one cared. Instead, when the dwarf passed by, they all stood up straight and shouted "Hello, boss." That's right, the irritable dwarf who shot down a seagull early in the morning because he was bothered by his sleep was Thresh, the leader of the Prison Pirates.
Thresh was naturally on the flagship of the Prison Pirates. Around this flagship, there were nearly two hundred warships, forming a huge fleet. Unlike other fleets, all the warships and crew members in this fleet belonged to the Prison Pirates, and there were no other pirate groups in it.
In the war with the Sea Clan, the Shadow Island Organization required each fleet to consist of at least 200 warships in order to prevent the fleet from being too weak and being defeated one by one. However, there are only a few pirate groups in the entire Shadow Island Organization that have 200 ships, so generally speaking, each fleet is composed of several or even a dozen pirate groups.
But the Prison Pirates are different. First, as the third largest pirate group in the Shadow Island Organization, they already have nearly 200 warships, and they are originally from the same pirate group. The combat effectiveness that can be exerted is much stronger than that of a fleet of several pirate groups combined.
Secondly, the Prison Pirates are not sociable. There are not many pirate groups that have a good relationship with them. If they are forced to gather together, it may lower their combat effectiveness. Therefore, the Prison Pirates roamed and fought in the seas where the Sea Clan appeared as a fleet on their own.
Of course, although the number of warships is less than 200, no one thinks that the Prison Pirates will be in danger. In secret, the pirates actually think that the Prison Pirates are stronger than the two previous pirate groups. After all, most of the members of the Prison Pirates are aliens, and their average strength is far greater than that of ordinary human pirates.
It's strange to say that the Prison Pirates haven't encountered the sea tribe for more than half a month. Even the leader Thresh couldn't help but wonder when he was cooking the seagulls, could it be that the sea tribe was too ruthless in the previous encounters, making the sea tribe think that our fleet is not easy to mess with?
It is precisely because there has been no encounter with the sea tribe for more than half a month that Thresh, as the leader, was still sleeping when the sun rose to the middle of the sky, and was then awakened by the cry of the seagull.
After eating the poor seagull in the cabin, Thresh returned to his rest room, put on a short captain's uniform, and came to the deck again.
Looking up, the irritable dwarf shouted loudly to the lookout on the top of the mast: "Long ears, still haven't found those murlocs?"
The lookout called Long Ears by Thresh was an elf. Although he was very dissatisfied with the nickname of Long Ears, he had no way to resist, so he had to answer Thresh unhappily. "Of course we didn't find it. We haven't even seen the shadow of the sea people for more than half a month, and today is no exception."
Although the flagship was in the center of the fleet, because its mast was the highest, and the eyesight of the elf lookout was much better than that of ordinary people, if there were traces of the sea people in the distance, it would be the flagship in the center of the fleet that would be the first to discover it compared to the outer ships.
Thresher shrugged his shoulders and didn't care. He also knew that the sea people might have been avoiding his fleet, and it was just a routine inquiry. Then, he called out the nicknames of the crew on the deck again, laughed, and prepared to go back to the cabin.
However, at this moment, the elven lookout's voice trembled with shock on the mast: "What, what is that?!" Thresh's loose body suddenly tensed up, stopped laughing, and looked up at the mast. "Long ears, what happened?"
The elven lookout on the mast seemed not to hear Thresh's question, staring at the direction of the rising sun, motionless, muttering to himself.
With the strength of a legendary dwarf berserker, Thresh heard the vague words from the elven lookout. "How, how could we be finished?"
Shocked, Thresh's whole body was burning with fighting spirit, and he came to the lookout on the mast with a few leaps and stood next to the elven lookout.
Although the dwarf's eyesight is not as good as the elf's, the strong strength is enough to make up for it. Looking around, Thresh quickly found the reason why the elven lookout was in a mess. Then, his face, which usually did not change color at all, turned pale.
I saw sparkling waves in the distance around the slowly advancing Warden Pirates. But in this wave of light, countless sea tribes kept jumping around.
That's right, the Prison Pirates' fleet has been surrounded by countless sea clans! Thresh was filled with disbelief. To surround the Warden Pirates with nearly two hundred warships in such a large sea area, how many sea clans would have to be mobilized! I'm afraid the Sea Clan didn't dispatch so many troops during the attack on Shadow Island, right?
Although Thresh and the elf watchmen beside him did not want to believe the facts they saw, the sea tribe had indeed surrounded the prison pirates and gradually closed in the middle.
Not long after, the lookouts on the periphery of the fleet also spotted countless sea clans approaching, and suddenly the entire pirate group was in commotion. Only then did Thresh recover from the shock, quickly jumped off the mast, hit the deck, and began to issue orders.
"Hurry up! The flag commanded the fleet to stop! The ships in the outer circle put down all the magic mines carried on their ships! Remember, the instructions are all!" Turning around, he gave another order to another crew member: "Let all The magicians are all using liquid clairvoyance to ensure that the sea tribe won't attack from below. Don't feel bad when you need to use depth bombs. Throw them hard!"
After quickly taking countermeasures, Thresh climbed up the mast again and began to look around to estimate the approximate number of the Sea Attackers and measure the strength of both sides.
Soon, he came to an unsurprising conclusion. Although they are one of the controllers of the Shadow Island organization, the Warden Pirates have a large number of magic depth bombs and magic mines, but these alchemical items are far from enough in front of the endless sea clan around the fleet.
Thresh even felt that if the surrounding enemies only needed one-tenth of the low-level seamen to get rid of the magic mines, they would be able to approach his warship easily. The final conclusion is that no matter whether the enemy is willing to sacrifice part of their body to fight the thunder, the Warden Pirates are determined to be unable to withstand so many sea tribes.
Turning his head, Thresh ordered to the elf watchman who had just emerged from the lost state: "Long-ears, you go down first, I will just observe here. Hurry up and ask the magician to summon other fleets to rescue us as soon as possible! Time is running out!”
The elf watchman stood up straight subconsciously, answered "Yes!", then slid down the mast with a squeak, and went to find the messenger magician on the flagship.
Thresh, who was standing on the mast, still looked around, frowning. How could the Sea Clan suddenly send out so many troops to surround and kill their own fleet? Could it be that the Sea Clan is about to start a counterattack against the Shadow Island organization?