Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 854 - 650: Pirates Feared by All

"Be gentle! Be gentle!" List appeared beside Hill, saying repeatedly, "Sir, don’t you want some loot? You’re going to smash everything to pieces! Sir, pirates don’t have that many storage tools, at most just a few big chests! Those chests can’t withstand a ninth-level spell!"

Hill hesitated and glanced at the meteors he summoned from the Stellar Realm. List’s judgment seemed accurate, so he decided to divide these meteors into two parts before they fell.

After all, there was nothing worth taking from the Wo pirates, so if it gets smashed, it gets smashed. Only with the Mazteck side did he need to be more careful; he remembered they had collected a very interesting cup.

Speaking of which, the big shots on Ferun Great Land love to make a big deal out of their cups. Could it be because the most valuable things around them are drinking vessels?

While pondering the mindset of the Ferun people, Hill used his spiritual power to direct a small portion of the rapidly descending meteors towards the Mazteck pirate ships.

It seemed long, but until the meteors fell, only thirty seconds had passed. Even if the pirates noticed the burning stone balls above them, it was too late to escape.

Hill had never seen a magic ship react so quickly...

Even the elves’ quick-response fleet would need a few minutes to turn and change direction to flee, and those small agile ships only had twelve crew members, usually high-level swordsmen and archers who didn’t rely on the ship’s power.

Then both sides’ ships were smashed amidst a cacophony of screams, with the bows of the Wo ships turned into complete fragments, and flames appearing on the sea surface.

Hill looked with some surprise. His Meteorite Fall was an Earth System spell, targeting areas with high magic resistance, and usually, a defensive magic array is stronger against physical class attacks, right?

So why did these ships feel like they had no defense?

Even the sails were burning, and that’s the fire brought down by meteors rubbing against the air, not magic; a simple fire isolation array should have been effective!

List sighed. Even in the Ferun Great Land, those who dared to reach their claws towards Hill were usually large forces backed by deities like the Santalin Meeting or the Church of Wealth.

Though Hill didn’t find it difficult to fight them, at least they could exchange a few rounds with him in battle.

So Hill simply couldn’t understand why these pirates, seemingly rampant across all oceans of the continents, were always looked down upon, and anyone dared to call them trash.

He suspected Hill was still confused by past memories, always recalling that many cities around Sword Bay were attacked by pirates.

But actually, weak deities like Ambori, who could be opposed by an eighth-level mage, instilled fear in all pirates, showing that in Toril, the pirates belonged to the underlying strata.

However, pirates are indispensable in a place as complex and full of factions as Ferun Great Land; they are the best tool for many forces when dealing with enemies,

If not for that support, coastal cities wouldn’t fear pirates at all. Isn’t there always an archmage in every major city?

Hill looked at himself and should understand that neither Deepwater City nor Neverwinter could be overcome by pirates.

The cities that truly suffered were those that lost in political or power struggles, where top fighters were either killed by enemies or had long departed, leading to such outcomes.

These things, as long as Hill thought about them, he could understand, but he just didn’t think about it.

List sighed again, considering the Wo side’s ship. Maybe not even palm-sized fragments were left; Hill forgot that his spells, whatever they were, carried purification power, and given the Wo people’s fragile undead power, nothing would remain but being burned alive.

Well, though it’s all turned to ash, at least it’s been purified, so feeding the fish wouldn’t cause any problems.

Some ships on the Mazteck side, hmm? Someone survived?

List watched Hill excitedly rub his hands, "That’s more like it! How could pirates roaming the Great Sea be so weak!"

He gleefully shook his Crystal Fan, sending twelve storms directly at the pirates desperately swimming towards the distance.

List gently turned his head. The peculiar patterns on those panic-stricken faces clearly marked them as not ordinary pirates.

If the strength of the meteors attacking them wasn’t as high as that on the Wo side, it was apparent that their ship levels were even lower, and the fire from the Meteorite Fall burned more fiercely.

Yet these strange-looking pirates jumped directly through the flames into the sea. Judging by their agile movements, they hadn’t been harmed at all.

On the Mazteck Continent, many non-human races were physically robust with strong magic resistance. This must be why this group of pirates had the backbone to bother an archmage, right?

He looked at the expression on Hill’s face, seeming like his master had caught on.

"Did they kill an archmage to be so quick in action?" Hill muttered with a frown, "I thought it would be a united effort of dozens of ships. An archmage could be worn out, as long as he’s trapped."

The Wo magical ships could indeed temporarily trap an archmage, but Hill believed that even a useless guy like Kelben would have many ways to break free.

If magic suppression could ruin a mage, mages would never be living so freely in this world.

Did they happen to encounter an unfortunate mage who just finished a fight and used up all their strange objects? Or did they come across an unlucky soul whose mental sea was shattered?

Hill waved his hand, and some water elementals appeared on the sea surface. There was no other way; those ships had already sunk, and Hill couldn’t go down himself to fetch them.

Leaving the task of salvaging the goods to the water elementals, Hill glanced at the Mazteck Pirates, who were screaming and cursing amidst the twelve hurricanes, and quietly began his experiment.

Putting aside physical class attacks, being able to escape unscathed from a meteor shower means these guys are either agile or have high physical resistance, but those aren’t rare in Toril.

What intrigued Hill was how high their magical resistance really was.

He adjusted the magical intensity of each hurricane to different levels, wanting to see what race these humanoid creatures were, or rather, what level of magical intensity these non-human races could endure and still launch an attack.

When mages encounter monsters with high magic resistance, they must understand why, how to kill them, what level of magic can easily take them down, and even whether the resistance is general or specific to certain elements. So, List took over the command of the water elementals, allowing Hill to focus on his experiment.

Hill and his Tower Spirit both had their tasks, leaving all onlookers with endless dreadful shadows.

The divine dragon guarding this sea area couldn’t help but curl up at the seabed; he had wanted to save people! Save a ghost, that is!

Ninth-level spells come just like that, without even chanting?

Even the dragon race has to roar a few phrases to use a forbidden spell!

"Alas!" Aolin coiled himself even smaller, touching his tail and sighing, "I’m much more handsome than Ao Qing! I was planning to make a grand entrance so that mage could paint a majestic portrait of me!"

Now he didn’t even dare to go out.

The mage was clearly having too much fun, and Aolin didn’t want to test if his magic resistance was high enough.

If even the powerful divine dragon was like this, the other pirates watching from afar were even more so.

Among the many pirates on the Ferun Great Land, the ones in the north are not the strongest force. The Pirate King in the Great Sea is not someone who easily takes on this title.

However, the Ferun pirates absolutely do not dare to mess with Hill. This is not just because he is an archmage who can arm wrestle with deities, but also because he comes with the Goddess of the Sea.

If Ambori and his people couldn’t handle it, let alone the stronger Goddess of the Sea. The calm seas over by Sword Bay had forced many pirates to flee afar.

The pirates of Luskan would go after a white dragon, truly out of desperation, transforming from maritime overlords to dragon-slaying adventurers.

They stayed just to see how their two major maritime rivals would die, so they could go back and mock those two idiots. Did they really think Ferun’s real archmage was the kind they ambushed—a regular legendary mage of over level 20 who might not even know a ninth-level spell?

Even that one only fell to their ambush because he was tricked by the Felin Magic Mallow, losing all his mana, reportedly unable even to open his storage ring.

The Ferun pirates wouldn’t make a move, and some relatively smart island pirates or part-time pirates surely wouldn’t dare either. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

These little lackeys, who only dared to follow behind big pirates and pick up scraps, definitely wouldn’t act on their own but also didn’t want to leave just like that, in case those two factions dared to act and succeeded?

That wealthy archmage dropping a few gemstones would be profitable.

Even though the reasons for watching the battle were completely different, the shock felt by everyone was almost no different.

Is this the combat power of a top-level mage?

They had seen mage battles before; many archmages liked to use the spell Meteorite Fall, but they’d never seen so many summoned at once!

Does the Stellar Realm have that many fragments for him to summon?

This spell is too well-known; many people know a little about it. It’s essentially about drawing all the broken stars or small meteorites from a certain space in the Stellar Realm to the Prime Material Plane.

Every year, some archmages like to use this spell, so the Stellar Realm should be almost cleared out, right?

But this one summoned so many, which isn’t just a matter of spell intensity. He seems to know where there are lots of broken stars!

Hill, who was directing a quill to continuously record experimental data on paper, thoughtfully looked up at the distant sea, as if someone were discussing him?

Immersed in his experiment, Hill’s gaze was serious and cold, and every pirate felt they were being warned, swiftly setting sail.

Hill sensed those pirate ships moving away and smiled carelessly, thoughtlessly, "With such small courage, what are they doing being pirates!"