I'm a trainee crew on a pirate ship [West Fantasy]

Sig Capet crossed his legs, with his right elbow resting on the armrest, his head bowed, his chin resting on the back of his hand, and his left hand was slowly turning on his knee, in a comfortable and comfortable posture.

Luo Zhi walked towards the captain with the dinner plate, showing a cheerful smile: "Captain, good evening."

Seeger withdrew his obsessed eyes from the book on his lap, turned to the person walking, sat up straight, and put the book on the left hand side of the table.

"Good evening, Luo Zhi." His voice was different from the usual flat, with a touch of intimacy.

Luo Zhi put down the dinner plate, and casually glanced at the book on the side, as if it was a travel journal.

He glanced at the wine cabinet, smiled happily at the captain and asked, "Captain, what would you like to drink tonight?"

Sig was sitting upright, looking at the wine cabinet: "Wine red."

Luo Zhi walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of bright red wine that was half open, and a round glass wine glass.

After pouring wine for the captain, Luo knew that "I'll be here later" and was about to leave, but he heard the captain say, "Don't be in a hurry, come and find me before you go to bed."

Luo Zhi blinked, showing doubts, what's the captain doing?

Seeger explained: "Starting today, I will pray to the 'Lord of the Sky' every day, and you will also join me. I will teach you a little knowledge by the way. Of course, you can pray alone if you want."

Luo Zhi suddenly realized that before formally praying, he prayed to the gods every day, so that he was familiar.

He nodded with a busy smile: "I'll come over in an hour when I'm full."

He still has things to do when he is full, such as bathing and doing laundry.Most of the students who have lived in the school have developed a good habit of not staying overnight with dirty clothes.

It's better to pray together with the captain, he can't be serious when doing this kind of thing alone, and he will become unscrupulous, and he will be worried that the "Lord of the Sky" will think that he is perfunctory and give him a bolt of lightning, and it will be miserable.

On the second day after Luo Zhi and others left the city of Flora, there was a dark island across the sea beyond the Nome Mountains. In the depths of the primeval forest under the night sky, there was a faint light of fire.

There is a large knee-high stone altar here. Pots of flowers and green plants are placed around the altar. They have one thing in common, that is, they all have extraordinary power.

They were ignited, and the air was filled with a fresh, elegant and refreshing fragrance. It seemed that this place had become a suburb in spring, instead of a dark night sky and a gloomy forest.

In the middle of the altar, there is a large table, the table is blood red, and a body that has been cut off is placed on it.

Dark red blood flowed from the cracks in the table and flowed down the table legs to the ground.

A tall and thin old man in a dark robe stood at the table, watching quietly, as if he was looking at a table of cold dishes.

Outside the altar, there were many people standing. They looked at the altar quietly, their expressions were too calm and numb, but their eyes contained expectations.

The old priest began to speak the ancient language.

He jumped up and danced around the table, with uncoordinated limbs, messy footsteps and no rhythm, funny and crazy, and he kept chanting a language that was similar to but different from ancient witchcraft:

"Lord of all things, gift of nature, father of the elements, you are light... you are lightning... you are fire... you are life... you are storm... you are frost... you are water... you are earth... you are soul ...is space...is time..."

The old priest raised his arms in a gesture of hugging:

"The Lord's body is ready, we pray, pray for your awakening, please have mercy on your humble and poor lambs, please give us rain and grain, and help us drive away sickness and disaster..."

The people outside the altar had already knelt down, all bowed their heads and ears, except for the old priest, no one looked up.

The crowd waited silently, there was no movement on the altar, and everyone was disappointed. They held countless ceremonies, but there was no response, and the Lord did not wake up.

Just when the old priest was disappointed and wanted to announce the end of the ceremony, a cold wind blew up in the air, and there were fine drops of water falling wherever the wind went.

"Pfft!" The big tree next to it suddenly started to burn by itself, and the surrounding torches burned even more vigorously, illuminating the place brightly, everyone's expressions could be seen clearly, the temperature in the air suddenly became sultry, dispelling the original fire in the air. The cold makes everyone feel warm physically and mentally.

"Silk~" A lightning bolt as tiny as a silver thread appeared in the air and fell on the open space on the altar, spread on the ground and then disappeared.

Then, the various parts on the table stood up overlapping each other, as if the corpse had come to life, the eyelids were raised, and the pale eyeballs revealed dead silence, strange and terrifying.

The old priest was sluggish, his eyes wide open and his body rigidly watching.

The blood flowing under the table gathered together, rose into the air, and then fell on the table, gradually forming bright red words one by one:

I am the spirit of fire, Salamander.

Far away from the place of living sacrifices, in a certain city on an island in the primitive continent, in the city's towering cathedral, rows of white candles were lit on both sides of the walls, making the room bright and warm.

On the seat in the front row, sat a middle-aged man in a white priest's robe. He was wearing a white straight hat, and was praying devoutly in front of the water drop-shaped holy emblem on the wall.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and he couldn't control it. His piercing eyes froze for a moment. He immediately got up and walked quickly to the desk in front. He waved his hand for a pen and paper. Slide on paper.

During this process, his body was still trembling, his eyes widened and almost protruded from their sockets, but the corners of his mouth were parted, and his expression was very joyful.

Ten seconds later, his body shook, his body relaxed, and he returned to normal. With a quill in his hand, he lowered his head and quietly stared at the drawing formed by the lines on the paper.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes, his expression returned to normal, he put down his pen, tapped on his chest a few times, and said in a solemn voice with a devout face, "I only obey your oracle."

Then, he reached out to the small door on the right, and Void made a motion of pulling the rope.

A few seconds later, with a "click", four people came out from the small door on the right. They were wearing red or black priest uniforms.

They came to the white-robed man, tapped his chest a few times, and saluted respectfully: "Praise the Holy Spirit!"

"Praise the Holy Spirit!" The man in white robe replied softly.

"Your Excellency, you summoned us, what can you do?" A priest in red asked suspiciously.

He was very young, handsome, fair-skinned, with a childlike look on his face, but his eyes were serious and sharp, as if as soon as the leader gave an order, he would immediately draw out the holy sword and rush out to kill the enemy.

The archbishop's eyes were burning brightly, and his voice showed obvious joy: "The Holy Spirit has awakened one step closer. He issued an oracle and assigned a task..."

The archbishop raised the picture he had just drawn towards the person in front of him, and the lines drawn on it merged into a clear and lifelike head:

It was a boy with slightly pointed ears, black hair flowing down to his shoulders, blue eyes like the sea, and a handsome face that was different from ordinary people.

The archbishop solemnly said: "Find him, protect him, don't disturb him, and listen to his orders when necessary. As long as this person is in the primitive continent for a day, he cannot be persecuted by evil gods..."

"The Holy Spirit bless you."

"Yes, Archbishop, praise the Holy Spirit!" The four of them did not ask why, but only accepted it respectfully.

Flora Island.

The island where Flora City is located is called Flora Island, because the entire island believes in the God of Flowers.The island that believes in the flower god is relatively mild, and there has been no major war for 20 years.

The territory of Flora City does not include the entire island, and about one-third of the island has not surrendered to the lord of Flora City.

In the palace, the lord of Flora City, Alexander Williams quietly looked at the map of Flora Island. The middle-aged man was wearing a lord's formal attire, with a majestic face, deep and majestic eyes, but there was a trace of regret in it , the fighting blood in his bones was faintly active, but he had to suppress this desire.

He was thinking about when to take action to include the rest of the land under his own name. However, Huashen did not respond to the campaign for a long time, which made him very distressed.

If the gods did not agree, if he fought directly, he would not be protected by the flower god, and he might not be able to defeat his opponent at the seventh level.

With information from him, the remaining land is ruled by three small city-states. The three small cities seem to have reached an alliance and are ready to fight against the common enemy in the future.

The strength of the city lords of the three small cities is also at the seventh level. Among them, the elemental power of the lord with the largest territory is the most destructive Lei. He has a good mountain range, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Even if Alexander's army could occupy those lands without the protection of Flora, Alexander could not be safe and sound under the siege of the three seventh ranks.

In terms of other combat power, there are still several seventh-tier powerhouses in Flora City, and there are also seventh-tier powerhouses in the three small cities. The outcome of the war is unpredictable.

Melancholy due to distress, Alexander looked unhappy, and he boldly thought several times, whether to take risks, because in terms of overall combat power, he still suppressed his opponent.

At this time, the valet came to report, and the archbishop came.

"Praise the Flower God." Alexander faced the old pastor in white robe with a serious face, "Your Excellency, what do you want?"

"If it's not about the oracle, don't talk about it." Alexander looked indifferent in his heart.

The archbishop of the flower god has chestnut hair, but has a pair of golden eyebrows. His voice is thick and clear, and his speech is as rhythmic as singing: "Mr. The Garden of Flower Baskets, the Tulip Church will move there and become the 'Holy Tulip Church', where it will become the Lord's Kingdom of God."

While Alexander Williams was in a daze, the archbishop with golden eyebrows stretched his brows, and continued kindly: "After the flower basket garden is established, Mr. Lord can pray to the Lord. The Lord has been protecting Flora Island, bless Your lord."

Alexander's eyes were flooded, and he couldn't hear the deep meaning. He was full of energy, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his eyes were full of joy. He turned to the direction of the Tulip Church, folded his hands and pressed his left chest, and saluted devoutly: "Only believe in the God of Flowers!" , your devout followers will build flower baskets for you, praising your existence."

After some serious exchanges, Alexander said to the archbishop, the eighth-rank wizard who will soon become the Pope: "My lord, envoy, is there any other order from the oracle?"

He wanted to ask why the Flower God agreed, and he was inevitably puzzled and curious. After all, it had been 20 years, and the Flower God had never responded to the battle.

The archbishop's wrinkle-free face showed compassion, and his brown pupils were like ink, showing a hint of joy: "The Lord has awakened further and regained more power. We need to spread the name of the Lord more widely."

The gods served have the kingdom of God, more churches, and more believers. At that time, the power of the flower god will expand, and he may be found to be a righteous god in the future. He will be promoted to the Pope and become a real god who serves the gods. Angel.

More importantly, he saw the hope of being promoted to the ninth rank.

After a pause, the archbishop said solemnly: "The oracle reminds that not only him, but also other gods have similar developments. This land will gradually break through the confinement, return to the essence, and return to the original. Then there will be battles, causing more coveted by the outside world. , attracting a bright light..."

"What we need to do is to assist the Lord to master more resistance forces before the light comes and before the destruction. Therefore, Flora Island must disintegrate the forces that may cause division and become one."

"Mr. Lord, can you feel the Lord's expectation of you?"

In the end, the archbishop showed majesty and dominance.

Alexander immediately bowed his head slightly, and said loyally and forcefully: "I will not disappoint the Lord. There is only one leader on Flora Island, and I only believe in the God of Flowers."

The archbishop nodded slightly in satisfaction, his voice was thick and full of charm: "Light can swallow darkness, but this land is not only dark, there are colorful lights here, and the golden light is just one of many colors and lights..."

"Praise the Flower God!"