The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 788

Black Rob's values ​​are biased and extreme.

In his view, everything in this world can be categorized into the calculation of interests, and all conflicts of interest must ultimately be resolved through violence.

Therefore, any talk of negotiated or peaceful solutions is just a temporary illusion. If we take a longer time and broaden the scope, we will find that in the end, violence is still the only option, until one side submits or is physically eliminated.

This mindset permeated the treasure hunt, making him an enemy of the other extraordinary individuals on the treasure ships, and also an enemy rather than a friend of the other adventurer groups on the same ship.

The only difference is that external enemies may act earlier, while internal enemies may act later, but the danger is therefore greater.

One can imagine how she would behave when facing other teams, given this understanding. It's fair to say that the Moon Elf's aloofness and arrogance are simply a natural performance.

Adventurers from other groups were also well aware of the elves' nature.

Whether they are wild elves, wood elves, dark elves, or hybrid elves, every single one of them possesses an arrogance that comes from their very bones.

If elves represent intelligent beings, then in their eyes, other intelligent beings are at best no more than monkeys, and no other race can compare to them.

However, while both types of arrogance exist, some can at least feign approachability, like wild elves, while others simply don't bother to act at all, like dark elves.

The Moon Elves, to other races in the Underworld, are perceived as even more arrogant than the Dark Elves. Some wise men have suggested that this is perhaps because the more something is lacking, the more instinctively one will proclaim it.

As hybrids disliked by both their parents, the Moon Elves lacked dignity the most, so they were all very good at putting on airs, as if looking down on other races made them superior.

Fortunately, the moon elves are reasonable and not as treacherous and vicious as the dark elves; otherwise, no one would want to work with them and would only want to hunt them down.

Black Robb agrees with this statement.

However, from a positive perspective, arrogance is a good disguise. Just like it's easy to play the role of a poker face.

He certainly has no shortage of acting skills, but the puppets under his command are more suited to this type of role-playing with low acting difficulty.

Soul-simulating puppets do not possess genuine emotions. Their emotional expressions are more like algorithmic expressions based on big data logic. Their laughter, anger, and curses rely on pre-set logical feedback rather than genuine emotional expression.

In addition, due to factors such as 'partial weighting' (like a hard drive with a limited total capacity, if a certain type of data packet has a high proportion of volume, the proportion of other types must be reduced) and cost-saving, their ability to fake emotions is relatively low, making them unsuitable for in-depth interaction with sentient beings.

To this end, Blackrobo took double precautions.

That is, by leveraging their relationship with the ship owner, they secured more independent authority for their small group. In fact, it could be said that they created a small circle on the ship that only interacted with the crew, making the moon elves almost invisible to other adventurer teams.

This certainly avoids many everyday troubles caused by constantly seeing each other.

But when the Anglerfish was targeted for plunder by a fleet, its peaceful life of pretending not to exist was shattered.

"It's the Lame Whale! I'd recognize it even if it were ashes!" the first mate said bitterly, his hand involuntarily touching the scars on his face that were causing phantom pain.

Black Robb had no interest in the old grudge between the Anglerfish and the Lame Whale, nor did the other groups of adventurers on board.

However, a maritime defense agreement had been signed with the ship owner, and given the current situation of being robbed, the agreement was automatically activated, leaving no room for evasion.

More importantly, the Anglerfish was a stable ship and couldn't shake off the Limpy Whale's pursuit at all.

"Is there a traitor among us?! Otherwise, how could we have run into each other in this vast ocean?" Among the representatives of the adventurer group who had been urgently summoned, someone grumbled in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

The ship's owner pretended not to hear and declared to everyone that time was of the essence; the Lame Whale would begin its bombardment in ten minutes at most. It was time to assign specific combat tasks.

There was a nearly ten-second silence. Seeing that the representatives remained silent, the ship owner said, "Then I'll take it as you all agree that the defense protocol has been officially activated."

Black Robb then stepped forward: "On behalf of my team, I can offer an alternative. Simply put, we will be responsible for driving the Lame Whale away, and the captain will decide whether we succeed or not. As for you gentlemen, if you don't want to expend your team's fighting strength, then you can pay to avoid trouble."

Then someone muttered, "How much money does this cost? And who knows if it's a setup?"

Black Robb looked at the man and said, "If you lack basic trust in the Anglerfish, you can choose to do nothing. But after this naval battle, my team will launch a annihilation attack on your team. Your equipment, and even your bodies and souls, will be converted into compensation and accepted with a smile."

With that, Black Robb looked at the ship owner and asked, "Does the captain agree to this supplementary proposal?"

The boat owner nodded: "I think it's fine."

This is a classic case of 'You say I have a gun, then I'll actually show you.'

The representative remained silent with a gloomy face.

During their few days on the ship, the various adventure groups had nothing to do and spent a lot of their energy gathering information.

The bizarre and brutal display of the Moon Elf Estes in the Cape City's life-or-death arena naturally became known to almost everyone through conversation.

Especially with Black Rob's soul residing there, even though it was somewhat restrained, it still possessed an aura that made the souls of other extraordinary beings tremble.

This is the crushing force that arises from the gap in levels between life forms; the more sensitive one is to these sensations, the more one will feel as if facing a mountain or an abyss.

Therefore, this representative was well aware that Black Rob was not just boasting, but truly capable of carrying out precise extermination.

His scathing remarks were nothing more than an attempt to gather a few like-minded individuals for better bargaining.

In short, we can't let the ship owner say whatever he wants, or we'll be at his mercy.
As a result, Black Robo made a timely threat, nipping his scheme in the bud. The other representatives realized it was best not to get involved in this mess, so he, the initiator, was left standing there, unable to back down, and extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, time was of the essence, and the ship owner made another motion, ultimately leading everyone to accept Black Rob's proposal.

This wasn't simply a matter of paying to avoid trouble; they directly felt threatened by the Moon Elf team. Wealth is difficult to convert into combat power quickly, and they hoped that the Moon Elves, by taking the lead, would deplete some of their forces.

Black Robb quickly launched his operation.

However, this time it wasn't the younger brother, Esther, who took the stage, but rather the older brother, Estelle, making his debut. First up was her flying technique.

This appearance can only be described as mediocre; very few high-level extraordinary beings lack efficient displacement abilities.

Next, a water-attribute magic weapon of extremely high quality was revealed, which was also within everyone's expectations.

After all, hybrid elves also possess the long-lived characteristics of the Silver People, while for short-lived species, whether an elf lives for seven thousand years, five thousand years, or three thousand years, it doesn't really make a difference.

It can be said that when it comes to lifespan, a hundred years is a threshold, five hundred years is the second, and a thousand years is the third.

After a thousand years, the wealth accumulated by them, as well as the honing of their personal skills, are hard for short-lived species to match. No matter how outstanding their talent, they cannot overcome the weight of time.

The history of moon elves in this world is less than a thousand years old, but hybrid elves have existed for a long time. If we're talking about the foundation, it naturally starts with the hybrid elves, since moon elves are just a name and a label used to describe people.

Against this backdrop, is it strange that the Moon Elves possess several incredibly powerful high-level magical artifacts? Some even think it would be odd if the Moon Elves, who dare to take on combat missions on their own, didn't have a few decent magical artifacts to enhance their strength.

Even so, when Black Robb used his magical artifact to transform several mountain-sized waves into enormous tentacle arms, it was still terrifying.

Some of the less worldly-wise even exclaimed, "Legendary!"

What's so legendary about that? True legends are about utilizing the laws of nature and unlocking new domains, not the relatively simple matter of brute force and flying bricks.

However, it must be said that being able to control such a massive amount of supernatural power with such efficiency, even if not a legend, is certainly enough to be called a pseudo-legend.

The Limping Whale certainly wouldn't let Black Robo leisurely cast spells there. Special arrows were fired one after another, not only fast enough, but also combining the deep-sea environment to gather the power of wind and thunder. When they approached Black Robo, they were as magnificent as Thor's spear.

However, the next moment, everyone was shocked by Black Rob's actions.

'Bang!' What seemed like a casual grab, like an arrow launched by a roaring thunder dragon, was firmly caught in Black Rob's hand.

'Bang!' 'Bang!' The second arrow, the third arrow—Black Robb demonstrated his formidable strength, which was no fluke, through repeated movements.

Many people are amazed and can't understand how it was done; it's so revolutionary!

Meanwhile, Black Robo's preparations were complete. His enormous tentacles, composed entirely of luminous water and resembling the limbs of a sea god, launched a dark water sphere, which had somehow condensed, into the sky like a heavy catapult.

The sky above the Earth Sea is filled with a hazy, magical light, like burning, multicolored flames. Without much rain cloud obscuring it, it is incredibly dazzling. Compared to the bright sunshine on the ground, it loses some of its brightness and purity, but it fully embodies a magical and magnificent beauty.

But now, this flowing energy has become processing equipment.

The water spheres launched by the tentacles do not strike the target ship in an arc; instead, they are first processed in the air and then guided by Black Robb, shooting down like meteorites.

The way it tore through space, leaving a striking mark in the air, and the acceleration accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, was filled with an aura of destruction that made anyone who looked at it tremble.

A black water ball was thrown down like a giant fist from Titan. Even though the Limping Whale's protective array was activated at full power and withstood the blow, it still caused a large crack and dent in the front of the catfish-head-shaped Hunyuan ship. The nearly 1,000-meter-long ship was slammed into the water, and waves shot up hundreds of meters high around it. The ship made a loud rumbling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Next came the second, the third, and a total of five. One of them was given by Black Robb to the most audacious ship in the opposing fleet, who shot an arrow at it and then futilely fired a burst of shells at the warship.

With just one strike, the warship, over two hundred meters long, sank directly after its protective array shattered and its hull was smashed in two, without even a bubbling echo of a floating corpse.

Black Rob glanced at the badly damaged but unsinkable Lame Whale, then drifted back.

When he landed on the deck, everyone bowed their heads in awe, not daring to look him in the eye. Only the boat owner, with a smile as wide as a rotten persimmon, came over and awkwardly chatted with him.

Black Robe instructed Estelle to maintain an absolutely aloof and unapproachable demeanor, showing no respect to anyone, and then silently returned to her private area. Estelle, on the other hand, was able to act as a human being, stepping in to smooth things over and handle the aftermath.

The Limping Whale was the flagship of the opposing fleet and also served as an aircraft carrier and supply ship. Now that it has been scrapped, the entire fleet is unable to continue operating. The best outcome is that before the storm arrives, the Limping Whale can be restored to some operational function by dismantling parts and replacing them with larger ones.

As for this level of maritime operation, not even having a repair ship seems a bit exaggerated. But there's no need to worry. After all, there are a bunch of superhumans who can basically act as human heavy machinery. They can spare no expense and expend no resources to completely lift the Lame Whale off the surface. It's not impossible for them.

Similarly, Black Rob's decision to spare the other's life was not due to the master's kindness.

Instead, as long as you push the other side to the brink of despair, their adventurers will have no choice but to seize the ship to survive. At that point, it will be a matter of life or death, and they will have to exert as much effort as they can.

Therefore, his approach can be considered a unique way of "surrounding three sides and leaving one side open".

Unfortunately, the emergence of the Skyraven Clan's treasure injected even more energy and madness into the already chaotic Earthsea.

There were too many fleets with the intention of eliminating competitors and making a quick buck. Relying on their superior numbers, they couldn't resist the urge to catch a cumbersome ship like the Anglerfish, which operated independently.

Sure enough, on the sixth day of their voyage, as darkness was falling and a storm was looming ahead, some convoys were still trying to seize the opportunity to make a quick buck.

The owner of the Anglerfish explained to Blackrob:

"This guy saw that we switched to anchored mode, which reduced our mobility to the minimum, so he planned to tie us tightly to better avoid the storm's raging waves, while also having some fun and making some money."

Black Rob laughed: "Now that you mention it, it is indeed a good way to pass the time. Let's see who robs whom."

This time, it's not the Moon Elf playing a solo act, and it's unlikely to be a solo act either, because it's a boarding battle. With such a large ship facing two large ocean ships, it's like two big men playing with a meat sandwich, squeezing the Anglerfish in the middle, and then cutting in from multiple directions, so the battle will take place in multiple areas.

However, the Moon Elves chose to switch sides, essentially going to the enemy's ships to wreak havoc.

Three other adventure teams also chose to switch sides, but they opted for a different enemy large ship. These two enemy ships were sister ships of the same model, initially designed as armed merchant vessels, and relatively new, less than twenty years old. As for which ship's guards were more formidable, that was a matter of luck.

With the construction and opening of the boarding passage, a fierce battle ensued.

Black Rob used a strategy of charging up a powerful attack. At the start of the battle, he swept through a boarding passage and turned all the enemies inside into dried corpses.

The source of this technology is the demonic refining technique of the dark primordial god Essos. Its infecting effect is extremely ruthless. All the defensive and countermeasures prepared by this group of temporary pirates who boarded the ship were torn apart by the domineering dark power, and the people were also beaten through and left speechless.

(End of this chapter)