Chapter 172: Drawing Lots
a Zhang Jin card, actually bringing him to this big shot! He's so awesome.Lu Cheng had no doubt about it, he wanted to see the judge of the underworld. As long as he offered a price and made sacrifice..."Alas, that's right. Google Search .com," people around him looked at each other in astonishment.
Although people don't know exactly what "Land of the Rising Sun" refers to, there is some publicly available information about it somewhere in the legend's data.
The Land of the Rising Sun is bathed in holy light year-round, so the concept of night does not exist.
Why is the sky turning dark
A deafening dragon roar echoed from the darkness, followed by an overwhelming wave of pressure and malice.
The card masters on the Cottonland watched the distorted behemoth behind them, all in disbelief.
Sindragosa is a severely wounded dragon who couldn't fly to her burial grounds to rest. She died with hatred on the glacier and was later resurrected as a drake.
This is the background of the Icecrown Citadel raid.
But now the creature before us can no longer be called a dragon!
After the card was damaged again, the ice dragon's remains were in shambles.
Cards and card readers generally corrupted by malevolent energies become even stronger than they were in life!
Fueled by extreme hatred and malice, the Bone Dragon was forcibly pieced together, like a child's crude drawing, smashed and reconstructed in an unsightly manner. It bore little resemblance to a dragon, save for a pair of wings.
The Black Robe Masters built a dorsal and external cargo pod on the carcass of the ice dragon.
And beside the Ice Dragon were dozens of figures that shone with light.
The Holy Knight of the Celestial Horse
They guard beside the ice dragon.
Extreme distortion and evil, coupled with extreme holiness.
The scene was extraordinarily eerie!
"Enemy attack!"
The alarm bell on the Cotton Lan vessel rang loudly.
"【Frozen Breath】!" The black-clad card wielder in mid-air threw out cards one after another.
The
worsening Sindragosa's form wasn't visible from head to toe, but rather a "mouth" opened up randomly from anywhere on her body.
Then, a torrential downpour of black ice rained down from the sky.
The cold and icy energy instantly froze a vast expanse of sea near the Cotton Lan Number, forming a massive sheet of ice. Moreover, it carried with it debilitating energy damage!
Britto stood at the bow, holding a card that shimmered with purple light, and opened a shield for the ghost ship.
And the ship's card masters are also using defensive cards with all their might!
"Clear the deck! Prepare the harpoon!" Brito shouted.
The
heavy crossbow on the Cotton Lan was soon ready.
But the opponent seemed to have no intention of continuing the attack. After freezing a sea surface, [Sindagosa] and the Skybreaker vanished into the black mist.
"Why did you stop attacking" the card master on board wondered aloud.
"I guess it's the creator of this ice field that trapped us. It seems its surface energy is depleted, so it went back to recharge. Next time it comes, it won't be so easy." Britio's face was grave.
The ghost ship was completely encased in black ice, unable to move.
"All captains, report to the captain's quarters for a meeting!"
The cabin of the *Cotton Lan* and the interior were quite different from the luxurious arrangements elsewhere. It was kept simple and functional, designed for ease of access during wartime.
Britto was in the captain's quarters, tensely discussing with 16 other captains.
"Old Brito, you have [Spiritual Voyage], don't you We can walk away. These icebergs can't hold us." A captain said.
"No way, 《Spirit Voyage》 is a special card. Using it will make the ship lose combat effectiveness for a long time. And the Ice Dragon caught up so quickly today, its speed is clearly much faster than ours. If we're caught up to, who will deal with the Ice Dragon" A captain said worriedly.
"Then should we fight them here With the Teach Nation Pegasus Knights plus that group of corrupted Card Masters and a corrupted Evolution Strange Beast card [Sindragosa], we're likely to lose."
This is common knowledge. Although this ghost fleet is powerful, it's still lacking when facing such an opponent.
Britto gazed out the window at the encroaching darkness, letting out a heavy sigh.
"It's really **Sinda Gosa**, I'm holding him off with the Cotton Lan, you guys find a way to escape."
"Old Brito, this isn't right, our ships have lost power, and even the Cardmaster wouldn't be this efficient. How are we supposed to get out of here What if we... set up a defense line on the sea and snipe that ice dragon, buying time for the Cotton Lancer You open the Astral Navigation!"
Other captains also deeply agreed. The current situation left few options.
"Gentlemen, our fleet has no precedent for this! The flagship never abandons the fleet! Have you forgotten" Brito frowned.
This is a tradition of the naval fleet. If the flagship abandons the fleet, it's like a commander abandoning his soldiers, which would have a huge impact on morale.
"No, this isn't surrender. We all dying at sea is pointless. We need someone to reach New London, set up defenses there, and do everything we can to win the lower levels of battle. That's our only chance! Otherwise, running anywhere else is just death."
Britto fell silent.
Indeed, as he said, it's better to try our best to preserve life than to engage in reckless battles that could sink us all.
"Captain, based on the time it takes the Ice Dragon to catch up with us, we estimate we need to hold it off for at least four days, and then it might lose track of the Cotton Lan," the distance measurer reported.
"With a legendary card and a team of corrupted card masters, they'd been maneuvering on this vast sea, navigating this blighted ice for four days..." Brito frowned.
"Our captain and sixteen ghostly, motionless ships will stay behind! For the rest of our people, we shall draw lots. Half will remain, the other half... fate will decide!"
After the message of the divination was sent out, none of the fortune-tellers on board showed any particular reaction.
Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink.
Of those on board, there are no old, weak, sick or disabled. The drawing of lots to decide who stays is very fair.
"Deer brother, you don't belong to my family, and you are a card maker. So..."
Lu Cheng shook his head. At this time, no one could be special. Even if the King of the Winter Lions were here, he would have to draw this lot!
Otherwise, how can you still hang around
"That's right."
Rick popped open a bottle of champagne.
"To die for, you saved me once, I gotta draw now, I'll give you all the girls in my deck, hahaha."
He poured the wine into a cup and handed it to Lu Cheng.
Lu took the cup and drank it all in one go. A warm current spread throughout his body.
He doesn't usually drink, but this is Gou Si-te's homemade champagne, specially brewed for their voyage. It has the effect of coordinating energy recovery.
If the draw is to be kept, these energies could prove crucial.
"Alright, let's go, we're drawing straws on deck!" Rick called out.
"Awesome, I got the "stay" card! Let's go get that energy!" He kissed the divination card and went to collect his energy card.
Rick glanced at him, walked to the fortune-telling box, licked his lips, and drew a card.
Lu Cheng glanced at it, and on top was a "Go".
Next, it's Lu Cheng's turn.
Lu Cheng drew out a fortune-telling card.
A sea breeze blew past, causing him to sneeze. Lu Cheng glanced at the instant noodles in his hand.
A large character "Stay" was written in graphite.
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