"Ship...Captain! What should we do now?" A hobgoblin asked with a trembling voice.
Whoever it was, surrounded by more than two hundred undead creatures, would also feel fear involuntarily.
Didn’t you see that even the ogre, which has no brains and only knows how to rush forward and smash it, is cautiously retreating?
As for the orcs, who have never had anything to do with the word "loyalty", they have turned around several times to look at the small wooden boats lying upside down on the beach.
If the reputation of Captain "Bloody Hand" hadn't been a bit of a deterrent, they would probably have dispersed long ago.
This is why the backbone of the ship has always been hobgoblins from the evil lawful camp, rather than humans, orcs, or ogres with amazing combat capabilities.
Only under the management of the hobgoblin will the entire pirate ship have strict discipline and strong combat effectiveness.
Hallett took a deep breath, suddenly pulled out another dagger from his waist, pointed at the soldier who was standing still and shouted to his men: "Go up and catch him! The only way to catch this guy is
, we can force out the necromancers hiding behind the scenes. Otherwise, we can't run away even if we want to. Don't forget, the necromancers don't need to breathe. Once they rush up, they will overturn the boat and then drag the person underwater.
, we will all drown alive."
Instantly!
All the pirates' expressions changed.
Even the orcs who were preparing to take advantage of the chaos to escape just a second ago gave up their original plan and put on a desperate posture.
Because they know that their captain is right.
At the speed of the boat, no matter how hard you row, it is impossible to get rid of these undead souls who are not afraid of death and do not need to breathe in the shallow water area.
"You think you can threaten the master by catching me? You are naive!" The soldier stood there and sneered.
He had no intention of retreating or escaping.
Instead, he used a dagger to gently cut open the skin and blood vessels on his wrist, letting the blood drip down his fingers to the ground.
This obvious act of self-mutilation immediately aroused the vigilance of the pirates.
But before they could figure out what the other party wanted to do, the slow-moving zombies around them suddenly started to become restless like sharks smelling blood.
Some guys are even attracted by the smell of living creatures' blood and fall into an abnormal state of madness.
"No! Stop that damn guy! He wants to commit suicide!"
Hallett is indeed well-informed, and he immediately recognized that the soldiers were activating some kind of terrible undead magic ritual through sacrifice.
But unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
At the moment when the ogres, hobgoblins and orc pirates rushed forward with a roar, the summoned human soldier thrust the dagger into his heart without hesitation.
To be precise, this was the real task Zuo Si gave him.
Feeling the constant loss of his life force, the soldier shouted with all his strength before dying: "Be afraid in front of the master's power! Tremble! None of you can run away!"
The moment he died!
The sacrifice is completed!
An indescribable cold feeling enveloped the entire beach!
The bonfire that was originally burning suddenly went out without any warning.
At the same time, all the pirates who were still alive at the scene shivered in unison, feeling as if the temperature of the surrounding environment was dropping rapidly.
As for the zombies that move abnormally, it is as if they have been given blood and stimulants, both their reaction and movement speed have been greatly improved.
What's even worse is that they react more violently to the breath of the living.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred resurrected zombies roared and charged at the pirates guarding the beach.
"Keep a tight formation! Prepare to attack!"
Hallet wielded a gem-encrusted machete and chopped off the head of a human zombie.
He understood that if he did not stand up and stabilize people's hearts at this time, he might be overwhelmed by the undead.
At the same time, the moment the machete hit the neck, a flash of silver lightning flashed on the blade.
You don’t need to ask to know that the effect of this magic scimitar is to create additional lightning damage when hitting.
After all, after sailing on the sea for so many years, Hallet has already accumulated a rich family fortune.
It is simply a normal thing to buy yourself some magic weapons and equipment.
As for the other pirates who saw their captain starting to fight, they didn't think too much and quickly formed a circular defensive position to fight to the death with the zombies coming like a tide.
Because the fighting was so fierce, no one noticed that the body of the suicidal soldier had disappeared without a trace at some point.
And Zuo Si, who was hiding in the woods and never showed up, was wearing a pair of glasses with [Dark Vision] and [Farsightedness Magic] fixed, paying close attention to the brutal fighting not far away, and then commented with an expressionless face: "It's really worth it.
He is a guy who can make such a big name in the Nelanthel Islands and the Sea of Swords.
A group of low-quality pirates can actually be trained like an army.
It seems that my choice to hide first was indeed the right choice.
If it were a head-on fight, the odds of winning would probably be very, very low.
Especially Hallet, who must be carrying some powerful magic items.
So don’t worry, just wait and see for a while..."
The next development of the situation was just as Zuo Si expected.
As the resurrected low-level undead, driven by magic rituals, frantically attacked the pirate defense formations, and even dragged the orcs and hobgoblins out of them, pushed them to the ground and devoured them alive, the pirate captain finally showed his strength.
His first trump card.
It was a silver amulet hanging around the neck.
Hallet took out the oval-shaped badge at the end of the necklace from his clothes, muttered something in a low voice, and it suddenly burst into dazzling divine light.
The next second...
All the zombies within a radius of ten meters fell down in an instant and never got up again.
There is no doubt that they were purified by some kind of positive energy spell stored in the talisman.
This alone cleared out at least twenty undead.
But soon, the following zombies rushed up again.
After all, the biggest advantage of undead creatures is that they never feel tired or afraid.
Even if you are facing a god, even if all the people around you are dead and only you are left, low-level undead creatures with little intelligence will still attack without fear.
"Captain! If you have any other means, use them all now. We can't hold on any longer!" A heavily injured hobgoblin reminded him breathlessly.
Beside him, the two main ogres in the battle were covered in bruises, with several bite marks on their arms and thighs.
The most important thing is that the continuous fierce fighting exhausted everyone's physical strength.
Almost every pirate who is still alive is opening his mouth wide and desperately trying to suck in more air, and his lungs are as uncomfortable as if they are on fire.
"I know! Let everyone hold on a little longer! There aren't many of these undead left!"
Hallett shouted without looking back, then raised his left hand and activated a magic ring that looked like a goat's horn on his index finger.
Instantly!
A goat-headed shadow made entirely of magical energy appeared out of thin air and hit the front at an extremely fast speed.
Boom!!!!!!!
With a deafening loud noise, all the zombies blocking the direction of the goat-headed figure were knocked away at least ten meters away.
The terrifying force even broke two coconut trees as thick as an adult man's waist.