"Edward Teague Status: Occupation: Pirate, Race: human height: weight: strength: agile: " “Henry Morgan State: Voodoo Curse Occupation: Captain of the Satisfaction Race: Human race Strength: 12 points Agility: 10 points Physical strength: 8 points Perception: 6 points Charm: 51 points Wisdom: 8 points Spirit: 11 o'clock Black Magic Mastery v4, Dark Alchemy Mastery v5, Navigation Mastery v3, Sailor Scimitar Mastery v2, Some Thermal Weapons Mastery v3, Basic Stamina v2, Basic Footsteps v3 S-level special ability: True Luck v1 True Luck v1 Passive: Units with this special ability will automatically receive some special blessing from the will of this world. " As if he noticed something, Henry Morgan glanced at Zhao Qian who was standing at the door of the captain's cabin.
The remaining data in the ticket instantly turned into question marks.
"Roger."
Morgan shouted after lighting himself an expensive cigar and snapping his fingers.
"Bata."
A man walked over from the other end of the corridor outside the captain's cabin door.
Zhao Qian looked at it.
The candlelight in the cabin made the man's face clearer and clearer. this guy There was a flash of familiarity in his eyes.
Deja vu.
"Mr.
Zhao, when we meet again, please give me your advice."
After giving a salute, the third officer of the Satisfaction shouted with a smile to the man who had shined in this main battlefield mission.
There was a strong smell of gunpowder on his body, and even the strong smell of blood in this corridor could not cover it up.
It's like I thought of something.
Zhao Qian subconsciously looked at the corpse that was stabbed into the body with his long sword in the darkness.
Gone.
"Please leave, our captain needs a rest."
Roger stretched out his right hand to signal.
His waist was bulging under the bright candlelight, hiding a lot of equipment.
After hearing this, he looked at Henry Morgan, who was sitting in the rocking chair where Edward had just sat.
The captain did not speak.
It can even be said to be expressionless.
The owner of the ship didn't speak, he just played with the reversed Judgment card.
White hair loomed under the brim of his captain's hat. silent.
It seems like all these things have already been decided.
Zhao Qian walked towards the cabin door of the captain's cabin, followed by the ship's artillery commander.
It got darker and darker, and in the end only pitch black walls could be seen on both sides.
Someone's famous paintings seemed to be hanging on the walls of the cabin, but Zhao Qian never noticed it.
Walked a few more steps.
The footsteps behind him have disappeared.
He wanted to reach out and push open the cabin door.
The next moment, the hair on his hair exploded and Zhao Qian lowered his head to hide.
There was a muffled sound on the door panel just above his head.
There was a flash of light in the dark corridor. flintlock But why wasn't there even a gunshot?
As if in response to Zhao Qian's surprise, another bright light lit up on the other side of the corridor.
The slight muffled sound was masked by my own footsteps just now.
The silver giant crossbow was also taken out when he was hiding from the second shot.
"puff" There was a sound in the darkness, and the next second there was a sound that sounded like something had been shot.
Identification was also thrown out at this time.
"Tip: The recognition is invalid.
The current unit is a passenger unit, and you cannot obtain the current unit data."
"Bang" This time, a burst of gunfire rang out, like a burst of lightning in the dark night, illuminating the fashionable dress of Roger, the third officer of the Satisfaction.
The whole body was covered with no less than five metal-colored muskets and some metal blocks with unknown uses.
"Fusuosi Zhao, the senior person in some people's mouth."
In the narrow and dark corridor, Roger fired another shot to drive back Zhao Qian's footsteps that were approaching him.
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He spoke calmly, not afraid of being heard by Henry Morgan in the captain's cabin.
In fact, it didn't matter even if he heard it, because there was no important information after all.
"Bang" Modern thermal weapons seemed to have eyes in this guy's hands, making Zhao Qian, a traveler with an agility value of 10 points, somewhat passive.
Yes, this traveler, whose agility value was obviously not as high as Zhao Qian's, took advantage of the terrain to make him look a little embarrassed.
I was kited.
"Tsk, I didn't expect that the musket silencer in the test could only be used twice."
Roger said to himself, as if he was whispering to someone.
He quickly pulled out another flintlock gun and threw a piece of metal just when Zhao Qian was about to get closer.
Danger.
It was like feeling something instinctively.
He didn't touch or open it with a weapon.
Zhao went back two steps, opened the captain's cabin door, ran out, and closed it.
Done in one go.
"Boom" There was a harsh explosion in the captain's cabin, and a pungent smell floated out through the captain's cabin door.
But the wooden hatch was not blown to pieces.
The ship had obviously been blessed by some black magic from Henry Morgan and was much stronger than imagined.
Oh shit,.
It's still the kind that will go crazy when there is a violent collision.
Now, Zhao Qian finally remembered who this guy was.
The passenger who was thrown out of the car by a strong man.
He was not dead at all, but was thriving on board the Satisfaction because of his knowledge that he might be an enthusiast of modern thermal weapons.
"Good morning, Your Excellency."
His thoughts were still a little confused, but one sentence drew Zhao Qian's attention away from the explosion behind the door.
A man with a torch and a mouth full of yellow teeth said hello to the man who killed everyone on the Satisfaction last night.
If it weren't for the fierce look in his eyes, many people might have thought that they were old friends in a certain tavern.
A pirate, just an ordinary pirate.
But what was around him was anything but ordinary.
Squinting his eyes, Zhao Qian could still clearly see what was next to this person with the help of the rising sunlight in the early morning.
A completely black cannon with the fuse already lit
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