Chapter 487 Sarah Fortune
In the ruins of the Bone Broken Tavern.
The wooden frame made a heart-wrenching creaking sound in the flames, and sparks burst from the crackling flames from time to time.
The oak beams on the roof were burned red, bending and drooping like a red-hot iron. Every slight tremor was accompanied by pieces of burning wood chips falling, drawing an orange-red arc in mid-air.
The flames are like a greedy beast, crazily devouring this building converted from an old ship.
The wooden planks of the outer wall curled and deformed under the high temperature, exposing the charred ship skeleton structure inside.
The air was filled with a breathtaking mixture of smells: the mellow aroma of charred oak, the sweet smell of alcohol evaporating at high temperatures, and the scorched smell of burning cloth intertwined with the pyrotechnic fumes of sawdust.
In the midst of the dazzling red, two extremely conspicuous ice-blue brilliance are slowly dissipating.
Those are two ice walls formed by Lan Wen's spell, rising from the ground, forming a corner of each other, blocking all the heat energy and shock waves generated by the fireball explosion, and firmly protecting Gothe.
The high temperature caused the outer layer of the ice wall to melt rapidly, but under the infusion of Lan Wen's mana, ice layers continued to form inside, locking all the heat outside the wall.
Gothe can clearly feel the tremor coming from the ice wall, but that's it, there is no follow-up.
The explosion of the fireball ended, and the blue light of the two ice walls slowly weakened, revealing the surface of the wall covered with spider web cracks.
Lan Wen waved his hand to release the spell, and the ice wall dispersed.
The tavern is still burning.
· Oxygen is consumed to the extreme in this combustion, and coupled with the rise in temperature, every breath a person takes has a burning stinging sensation, as if the lungs are being scorched by the hot air.
What is even more disturbing is the secondary explosion that sounds from time to time, and the oak barrel makes a dull roar when it explodes.
The flying wood chips wrapped in the burning wine scattered like fire rain, igniting new fire points in the ruins,
Of course, this was nothing to Gothe.
The existence of [Body of Air and Breath] allows him to reduce his demand for oxygen to extremely low, almost non-existent, when necessary.
The power of explosions that are not caused by magic is not worth mentioning.
Although Walker's [Fireball Technique] was powerful, in essence, only the dozens of Anchor Gang members in the Bone Broken Tavern and the Tavern Hall were really seriously affected.
But Goode and Lan Wen looked very serious.
It takes seven inches to hit a snake.
To them, there is no doubt that the Anchor Gang is a local snake-like existence. They took action brazenly during the transaction just to send Santos directly to see Tai Nai.
In a place like Black Sails City, there is no such thing as loyalty.
If the leader of a gang dies, the first thing the gang members will do is to divide the gang's property and choose another leader, instead of avenging the gang leader as is common in TV dramas and movies.
There is no doubt about this.
Hence Gothe can carry out "black and black" without any psychological pressure.
But the premise of everything is to be able to send Santos back to the west on the spot.
If Santos saved his life, he would definitely take revenge with his gang afterwards.
He and Lan Wen were not afraid of Santos and the Anchor Gang, but the crew on the Columbus were.
Hence, we must not let Santos go, otherwise there will be endless troubles.
Gothe immediately opened the Mandora Magic Eye, hoping to use the ability of the Mandola Magic Eye to find traces of Santos.
Just a few breaths of time had passed, and he was confident that Santos would not be able to escape the pursuit of Mandola's magic eye.
However, there was no need for Mandola's Magic Eye at all. The moment they raised their heads, Gothe and Lanwen both saw Santos and Walker falling from the sky almost at the same time like kites with broken strings.
The only difference is that Gothe, who opened Mandola's magic eye, could clearly see the horrific wounds on Santos' neck and Walker's chest.
The former is a penetrating wound with bone visible, and the edges are charred black as if they were burned by some kind of high-heat weapon; the latter is a blood pit, with the surrounding skin and flesh everted out.
Gothe's eyes swept downwards following the trajectory of Santos and Walker's fall.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a touch of red that could not be concealed by the night.
That was a woman, standing quietly on the edge of the cornice extending from a house next to the Bone Broken Tavern, as if she had blended into the night.
Only the long burning red hair stood out. Even the red firelight around it could not hide its color. It even became a background, making the red hair shine like satin.
Hair is fluffy and curly, spread wantonly on her shoulders, and a few strands of disobedient red strands brush against her cheeks, reflecting her deep blue eyes like the sea, which reflect the firelight of the tavern.
The woman wears a dark blue three-cornered hat on her head. The edge of the hat is trimmed with gilt piping. The shape of the hat is straight and the brim is slightly upward.
The red hair exposed under the brim of the hat is in sharp contrast with the dark brim of the hat, which makes her face brighter, but also a bit unruly and unruly.
She was wearing a white low-cut top, with loose puff sleeves hanging down her forearms, and delicate lace piping could be seen at the cuffs.
The chest is a black corset, the leather surface is fixed with gold metal buckles, and each texture accurately outlines the beautiful curves of the body.
The bra is covered with a dark vest, and the edges are also inlaid with curly grass patterns embroidered with gold thread, adding a bit of luxury and nobility to this wildness.
Both the woman's appearance and figure are actually enough to attract attention, but at this moment, Gothe's attention is focused on the thing in her hand.
The woman's left hand is holding a dark musket that looks like an old-fashioned flintlock pistol.
The barrel of the gun is thick and black, and it is short and glowing with cold light. It may be made of some kind of meteorite or some precious ore. The butt of the gun is made of black wood, with gold threads embedded in the wood grain.
Its shape looks very backward and primitive, with no complex energy patterns or exquisite design. The gun body even has marks blackened by gunpowder.
Hence the fact, muskets of this design often have to go through a cumbersome and lengthy reloading process after firing a shot.
But even such a "backward" old antique is full of rough power, exuding a dangerous, heavy and ominous eerie temperament.
….Gothe couldn't describe this feeling, but compared to the modern pistols in his previous life, just looking at the appearance, he definitely preferred this kind of musket in front of him.
The former is a weapon, and the latter is both a weapon and a work of art.
At this moment, a wisp of bluish-white gunpowder smoke was rising from the muzzle, and the pungent smell of sulfur and magic was drifting away with the sea breeze.
Obviously, this musket had just completed a shot not long ago.
The woman lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes. Her gaze passed over the burning ruins of the Bone Broken Tavern and landed accurately on Gothe and Lan Wen.
The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a hint of casual scrutiny, as if she was looking at two interesting playthings.
Immediately, she raised her left hand holding the gun, brought the barrel to her lips, and blew lightly.
The wisp of green smoke dispersed along with her movements, entangled with the vague magic power fluctuations around her body, making the two of them feel an inexplicable palpitation. "Sarah Fortune...:" Gothe squeezed out the woman's name through his teeth one by one.
"Sure enough," her voice came over, lazily mixed with the hoarse feeling of a bit of tobacco and rum, but very magnetic:
"No wonder you can guess that the person behind Gal is me in just a few words."