Chapter 133 Pirates?

Standing in front of the window, Roland stretched out his hand and caught the rain falling from the sky.

Under the blockade of his mental power, the raindrops and sounds from the outside world were perfectly blocked outside the window.

I was just guessing, there really were pirates coming to our door.

Roland felt the rain falling on his palms.

A second-level spell that uses the natural environment? It also has a slight chill, but it doesn't have much killing power. Even if an ordinary person gets caught in the rain for ten or twenty minutes, they will probably just catch a cold.

Is it due to lack of ability or showing mercy?

However, could the Silver Sea at this time have such a spell? Quite interesting.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, clenched his right fist, and used the magic power diluted countless times in the rain as material to quickly confirm the position of the opposite spellcaster.

Then Roland opened his eyes and looked over.

Behind the merchant ship, a small light transport ship was rapidly approaching the merchant ship under the cover of rain.

On top of the transport ship, three warriors in light armor were quietly sharpening their weapons, and a spellcaster in a somewhat worn robe was taking the time to meditate and restore his magic power.

Behind the spellcaster, an assassin lurking in the shadows was silently playing with the dagger in his hand, while next to him, an archer was holding a bunch of tools, maintaining and repairing the longbow.

Three battles, one stab, one bow, and one method.

Roland glanced at them and found that their strongest were only a second-level warrior and a second-level spellcaster, and the rest were first-level transcendents.

In addition to these six extraordinary people, there were a dozen ordinary warriors on the transport ship who were armed, had trained their bodies, and had some traces of breathing techniques on their bodies, as well as ordinary crew members who were responsible for handling chores and rowing.

Although Roland could deal with them with just one spell, if it were the garrison on this merchant ship, they might be in trouble.

Roland glanced at them again.

After looking them up and down for a few times, Roland hesitated and withdrew his perception.

He withdrew his wet right hand.

A ball of fire ignited on his right hand, and then it passed across the area wet by the rain, and Roland's arm immediately became dry again.

After using magic to deal with the rain on his body, Roland closed his eyes, mobilized the magic power in his body, and constructed a relatively complex four-ring spell model.

While Roland was casting the spell, Hela, who was resting on the bed, opened her eyes dazedly.

She tilted her head to glance at Roland, and then, the strong negative energy under her control quickly stimulated her brain and made her quickly alert.

Without any hesitation, she immediately got out of bed, took out the magic book from the space bracelet, and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, at her urging, the gray crow that was hanging on the pillar of the room to rest quickly faded away and disappeared into the room.

The virtual gray crow flapped its wings and glanced around vigilantly.

Then, not finding anything, it decisively blurred its focus and hid in the corner of the room. It carefully observed its surroundings and asked Hela where the danger she mentioned was.

There was a hint of confusion in Gray Crow's eyes.

Just when the man and the bird were getting nervous because of Roland's actions.

Outside the room, with the sailors rowing hard, the transport ship quickly approached the merchant ship.

Then, the assassin in the shadow took the lead and moved. He picked up a few thick ropes, and after a short run-up, he ran directly on the hull of the merchant ship and ran directly onto the deck.

Then, he tied the thick rope to the pillar on the deck and swung it at a certain frequency. The people on the transport ship who received the news also quickly climbed onto the deck through the thick rope.

Including the spellcaster, although his physique was at the level of an ordinary person, he still gritted his teeth and climbed up by himself.

After everyone boarded the deck, everyone looked at the only spellcaster present. Under everyone's gaze, he panted and took out an iron plate from his pocket with a pointer on it.

After he injected a little magic power, the pointer turned quickly and pointed to the bottom of the merchant ship.

After confirming the location, several extraordinary people present nodded to each other, made a few gestures, and reached a tacit understanding.

Then, they formed a formation, protected the spellcaster in the center, and ran towards the entrance to the lower deck.

Since the spellcaster was in poor physical condition, in order to save time, two strong ordinary soldiers teamed up to carry the spellcaster up, and he followed the team with a look of despair on his face.

After the assassin quietly unlocked the entrance door, the group sneaked into the lower deck silently.

At the same time, in the best room on the deck, Roland calmly opened his eyes.

There was a flash of understanding and speechlessness in his eyes.

Roland snapped his fingers and spoke to the nervous Hela and Gray Crow.

"Okay, there are only a few extraordinary people. There is no danger. Don't be so nervous."

Hela blinked, and after reacting to Roland's answer, she felt a little shy and her face turned slightly red.

At the same time, the Gray Crow, who was frightened half to death by Hela's reaction, also released his virtuality and flew over quickly like a flash of lightning, grabbing Hela's face directly with his right claw.

Just as it was about to grab Hela's head, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of its head.

"Hmm? What do you want to do?"

Roland grabbed it, smiled at it, and said.

Looking at Roland's kind expression, the gray crow's body trembled slightly, and the whole bird froze.

Ever since it witnessed how Roland killed the Lich King, the Gray Crow has become much more afraid of Roland, fearing that Roland would sacrifice it as well one day.

Although the gray crow had no ill intentions, it only intended to leave a claw on Hela's face that would last for a day or two to embarrass Hela.

Of course, this was precisely because it had no ill intentions, otherwise Roland would not have simply captured it.

“Although it was Hela who made the mistake this time, it’s not nice to hit a girl in the face.”

As Roland spoke, he drew some undead blessings from the high priest's staff, processed them briefly, and injected them into Gray Crow's body.

After the processed blessing entered its body, the Gray Crow's eyes lit up after it realized the benefits of the processed blessing. The bird was no longer stiff and its body stopped shaking. It turned its head and looked at Roland with a flattering expression.

After injecting all the processed blessings into its body, Roland released it.

However, after Roland let go, Gray Crow did not return to Hela. Instead, he put what had just happened behind him, hugged Roland's thigh, and looked at him eagerly.

"That's all. Don't look at it anymore. I won't give you more if you look again."

Roland glanced at the gray crow on his leg and said unhappily.

"If you still want it, then do your duty as a familiar."

(End of this chapter)