Chapter 335: Voodoo doll and psychic warrior

Chapter 335 Voodoo Doll and Psychic Warrior
I was full of expectations for Boris's performance. When I saw the results of the battle, Ivan couldn't help but shine.
Talent!
Absolute talent!
In addition to its own outstanding artillery training and command capabilities, this personal "ocean secret treasure" also allowed the warship's attack power to be improved instantly.
For Aiwen, who suffers from "fear of lack of firepower" in his bones, the appeal can be imagined.
If Boris and his "Artillery Command Knife" can be kept, it will definitely be even more powerful for the "Storm Horn".
And Ivan learned in previous conversations with Boris.
He has served in the two naval bases in the New World for at least 20 years and knows all aspects of the New World. The sphere of influence of each family, the people of the wind, the customs, the secret sects, the dangerous places... are all treasured.
If it weren't for some arrogance and arrogance, the temper was a bit cold and straightforward, even if his strength was only an ordinary official knight, he would not be a major at the age of 40.
Although he himself didn't want to say it, Ivan also guessed Boris' current status quo or dilemma under the side effects.
There are no relatives in the kingdom's hometown, and his wife died young. Only in Yuanfanling of the Emore family there is a seriously ill son waiting for his care.
It is very likely that this is the main reason why he is preparing to retire at the peak.
Captain Ivan, who hadn't intervened much during the whole battle, stood on the stern, lowered his head and looked as if he saw the artillery expert through the deck.
"I have to think of a way to dispel his thoughts of retiring. Let him stay at ease and send (dang) light (niu) (zuo) heat (ma) for the'horn of the storm'!"
However, Ivan knew that the crux of this issue was not on this boat, nor on Major Boris himself, but on the little Boris who was in the far sail.
I temporarily suppressed my thoughts and issued a new order:
"Beth, the air force strikes!"
"understand!"
call out! call out! call out! call out! ...
The six white seagulls each grabbed a red ball in their paws and quickly lifted into the air, and flew over the remaining three pirate ships in the blink of an eye.
He threw the red ball in his hand accurately.
Bang--
The burst of the sphere released a large "sticky" dark red flame, adding another fire to the three pirate ships that had already started burning like a tarsus maggot.
In order to cooperate with the current "Seabird Bomber" tactics, before this departure, both the ammunition bay of the "Cape Storm" or the "magic pocket" of Irving had been loaded with a large number of alchemy bombs.
Almost wiped out the inventory of the base for many years, which was enough to fight a few tough battles.
Aiwen's idea is very simple. If you have the right to dominate the air, you don't have to fight with the bayonet closely. Isn't it a club?
Especially when dealing with human surface targets, the aircraft carrier incarnation of "Storm Horn" is definitely an enemy's nightmare!
The types of "bombs" are also different in different situations. From alchemy bombs to various weird potions to...
The red ball thrown by the white seagull.
It was a masterpiece of "Alchemy School"-"Elves" produced on board after Aiwen was promoted to an official wizard and purchased raw materials urgently.
Anthony used it once when he was fighting the "killer ghost", and almost burned to death all the murderers close to the second-order peak.
The cost is not high and the power is huge, but the production process is too dangerous. Only formal wizards have the qualifications and ability to produce.
This also caused this powerful "incendiary" with a cute name to be as popular as an alchemy bomb, a big killer that can be assembled by apprentice-level and even trained ordinary people.
While the military considers power, production efficiency, stability and reliability are of course also important reference factors.
but.
Seeing the sailboat burning rapidly on the sea until only the frame is left, Ivan did not relax completely.
Although there hasn't been much naval battle with human transcendents recently, Aiwen, the navy's naval warfare code, will not forget.
Although the ship was destroyed, most of the ordinary crew must have been killed.
But the transcendent is not necessarily.
The resistance of a bullet in the water is 800 times that in the air. The range of a modern rifle in the air is about 2,000 meters, but there may be only two meters left in the water.
Of course, the spherical shells fired by the smoothbore guns are almost useless after entering the water.
So, in the artillery battle on the sea.
If you see something impossible to do, the transcendents on the ship abandon their pirate ship and the crew and hide in the water, they are very likely to survive.
Then Aiwen ordered:
"All the main deck battery, load the grape shells! Add the stow!"
The artillery on the two battleships quickly used a lever to pry up the stern of the cannon, and stuffed it into a triangular wooden block to lower the muzzle towards the sea.
"Captain Sailor! The Marine Corps is ready!"
Wow.. Wow.. Wow..
In the sound of footsteps like running water, the sailors armed with muskets have lined up on both sides of the battleship, where they are most likely to be attacked by the enemy from the sea.
Then the two battleships approached the direction where the pirate fleet originally stayed, one left and one right, aiming to kill all the fish that slipped through the net.
Of course, the two battleships can also turn around and leave.
There is no land or fresh water in the far sea, even the sporadic survivors may drown themselves in the sea.
But in the world where Weili belongs to itself, everything is possible.
For example, "Tide Messenger" Jasmine, the captain of the "Golden Horn Deer", has the ability to survive alone in the distant sea. It is not safe to count on the sea to kill the extraordinary.
........
"Bah! Damn navy, my Tier 5 ship!"
The captain of the "Sturgeon" pirate ship, Joe Brie, has judged from experience that after at least two battleships ambush him, he has decisively abandoned his pirate ship, and jumped directly into the sea with a few spirited pirate cadres.
but.
Sure enough, there is only the wrong name, no wrong nickname.
Even at the present moment, the most distressed thing about "The Greedy" Jobry was the Tier 5 ship belonging to "The Butcher" Mallory.
By his side, several other survivors noticed that the shelling had stopped, and they resurfaced.
The Anuma captain "Ghoul" Mopilti and his three equally dark-skinned compatriots, alone in the water for so long, still have three-point drunk "Butcher" Mallory.
"Hehe, the warships and companions are really unreliable."
The bloodshot eyes tried to open and glanced around, grinning strangely.
Did not know where his laughter was.
even.
He didn't care about the side face that was shaved off because of his excessive drinking.
The mind is elusive, and everyone keeps away from Mallory.
at this time.
With the addition of the two remaining pirate cadres from the "Sturgeon", there are only eight people remaining in the pirate fleet who can surface to join.
"I don't know if those navies have gone, not even a long boat is left behind, and there is no fresh water and no food to keep floating at sea.
And... staying alone with these two weird guys, I'm afraid it will be dangerous. "
Jobry, who considered himself a normal person, quickly realized that, compared with the Tier 5 ship that slowly burned into an empty shell and began to sink, what he needed to care about should actually be survival.
Especially when one of these companions is hungry, or when someone is crazy and has no alcohol, you need to be more careful.
"Wait! They haven't left yet, let's hurry..."
The sight was blocked, but the senses of the transcendent still made them hear the sound of the behemoth approaching.
boom--!
Before they could react, after the roar of the artillery, a large pile of grapes had been smashed down.
Boris fired the cannon himself, completely enclosing them in the center of the shotgun, even the extraordinary could not run out.
call out! call out! call out! call out! ...
After the water spray subsided, there were four or five battered corpses floating quietly in the same place, and a large area of ​​sea water was stained with heavy blood.
"Solve it?"
The voice just fell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were three consecutive sound of breaking water, and three figures were drilled from the other side of the "Storm Horn" within a short distance. They did not need any tools to directly climb up the bulwark and attack the battleship!
It was the three supernatural beings who were able to escape back to the water in time with their bodies to prevent disasters.
but.
Even if the means of surviving were made, the three people were not unscathed.
Among them, the "butcher" Mallory, who has no subordinates to stop the shots, is the worst. Half of his body is embedded like a hornet's nest with pellets, but most of them are stuck by the tough muscles and bones and fail to penetrate. Internal organs.
The other two were also injured by shot shelling to varying degrees, and their appearance looked a bit miserable.
boom--
Slam on the sea and take off with both feet.
Mo Pilates, the best "Ghoul" in mid-air, black and black, has completed his preparations for battle.
Pierced his fingers with a dagger, and dripped blood on a yellow rag doll hung with a red string around his neck.
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Bang!
A cold wind blew by, half of the doll was embedded in Mo Pilates's chest as if it was imaginary.
On the yellow doll's forehead, the black emblem belonging to Ogun, the "God of Fire Iron Politics and War", instantly lit up.
Mo Pilates's chest, which was originally painted in black like a pig-iron wall, was followed by a translucent blue, and even the beating heart and the expanding and shrinking lungs were clearly visible.
This is the unique profession in the "Voodoo" to which it belongs [psychic warrior! 】
锵
The traditional weapon "Baya Sword" of the Anuma people came out of the sheath!
Licking the blade with his black tongue, Mo Pilates gave a bloodthirsty smile, as if he was not going to the battlefield, but a luxurious banquet to feast on!
(End of this chapter)