"What are you doing for me? I don't know how to use it. This idea is too unreliable."

Graves pinched the blue card and frowned and observed the eye pattern in the center of the card.

He hadn't tried stealing Drizzt's cards to play. He threw the same red card out of the way, and Drizzt threw it lightly, and the entire stove and chimney were blown down, which was better than any powder barrel.

The same magic card is equal to waste paper in his hand, and the blue card used for teleportation is obviously much more difficult than the red card that is thrown away. Graves doesn't even know how to position the teleportation location. Drizzt gave him no choice, he can only blow up the transport warehouse and then find a small boat to escape while the chaos.

"The Snake Mother is here, why do we end up with a shocking explosion in every action?" Graves complained.

Ironically, it is these things that have attracted enough attention to their criminal gang, allowing them to be among the most popular mercenary gangs.

"Let's try it. You may not have time to board a lifeboat." Drizzt stood on the rooftop and looked down. Someone had already brought a ladder to climb up. He shot at him as soon as he showed his head. He could even feel the airflow of the bullet pushing away hitting his face.

"Okay OK, is there any spell? Or do I have to cut cards like you first?" Graves said helplessly.

"No, you just need to pray to the goddess of luck, and then let go of your mind and think about where you are going. Remember not to be too far, there is a limit to the distance to teleport."

Graves closed his eyes as Drizzt said and began to imagine the destination of the teleportation. Sarah's Doom Manor was too far away. He was thinking of a pile of reefs hundreds of meters away nearby. They could use it as a springboard and go directly to the shore during the second teleportation.

The dense barnacles on the reef and the annoying crabs hidden in the cracks of the rocks. He imagined every detail clearly, and suddenly felt a strange current passing by, making every pore tremble.

boom!

A loud bang came very close to him, and something even hit him on his face. Grayfos was startled. He had never seen any explosion even if the teleportation was successful.

Opening his eyes, Graves found himself still on the rooftop of the warehouse, but the ceiling at his feet was blown through a hole, and the wooden frame of the skylight hung from the ceiling, swaying with the waves.

Looking down the entrance of the cave, the fierce shark's fierce face suddenly occupied his sight, and in his hand, he was holding a bronze cannon, and the black hole was still smoking gun towards him.

"Damn it, I almost blew me up!" Grayfors quickly lay down, and raised his fate again, and shot him twice along the hole.

This crazy shark is simply a madman. It's fine if he brings real guns and ammunition to do gunpowder business. Now he dares to take out the cannons. He is fighting to die together and doesn't want them to leave alive.

"Drizzt, hurry up and use your yellow card to hold him in. He is crazy!" Graves shouted loudly. The shot just now made him tinnitus. Only by shouting hard at the top of his throat can he ensure that his voice is not overwhelmed by the gunshots. But after calling for a long time, Drizzt did not react at all. When he turned around, he was dealing with the enemy, with several ladders placed on the edge of the rooftop, making it like a siege.

"Can you do it?" asked Graves.

"People in your own hands," Drizzt replied, throwing a yellow card, knocking down a guard who tried to climb up the ladder, then walked to the edge of the rooftop and kicked the ladder into the sea. The other end of his years of not exercising was exposed. When he kicked the ladder, his feet were unstable and almost slipped down. He fell back and escaped, and lay on the roof and panted.

"It's so powerful, I have to look at me."

As a river wanderer, that is, a herder who has lived on the sea for some of his life, Drizzt could not swim, which really made Grayfos open his eyes. He took out a smoke bomb from his body, and as soon as he made a throwing move, Drizzt's eyes widened, showing a terrified expression.

"What are you doing?!" In his mind, he saw that the two of them were blown to pieces with most of the killer docks - at least Grayfos was blown to pieces, which would be a bit inconvenient at most.

"I want to blow all these miscellaneous pieces away!" Graves gritted his teeth. His smoke bomb contained various highly combustible components that were tingling and foul-stenching, causing blindness. Once the pin is opened, a large amount of combustible gas will be released. Throw this thing into the gunpowder storage room, and then take a little spark to blow the entire ship into the sky.

Then the next thing is to bet on who has a greater life.

Graves ignored Drizzt's warning and threw the smoke bomb into the warehouse. The strong white smoke suddenly spread out, making people unable to open their eyes and burst into tears.

"Don't shoot!" Someone shouted in the smoke. I don't know if I was afraid that the smoke would be ignited, or that I would accidentally hurt my friendly forces if I was invisible, or both, the gunshots in the warehouse stopped immediately.

Graves was holding a new cigar in his mouth and wanted to take a sip and throw it away, but since the other party stopped, there was no need to ignite it.

Seeing Graves accomplishing the purpose of ceasefire by such an outrageous way, Drizzt had nothing to blame. The cards in his hand were cut into red because of nervousness, which was not much better than Graves.

"It seems that I am still better. A smoke bomb scared them so hard that they dared not move." Graves chuckled and lay relaxed on the roof. The feeling of being eager to whine with Drizzt made him forget that there was a fierce shark below that was not solved.

The mad Shark lit the lead despite dissuasion. Before the shells in the cannon chamber were shot out, the gunpowder box next to him exploded.

The first explosion shook the structure of the entire ship. Drizzt and Graves were lying on the roof and were almost thrown into the sea. When they met Drizzt's frightened gaze, Graves hurriedly explained that he had done nothing.

Another explosion came from below, with an intensity that was even greater than before. From time to time, the explosion turned the warehouse into a sea of ​​fire, and the entire ship began to burn. Many gunmen were seriously burned, and their burned hair curled up against their skin, and jumped into the sea one after another.

The flames burned up along the beams of the house, and the roof soon became hot. The two had to stand up again and kept changing their feet, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"It's burning, I said Cuizi, if it doesn't work, let's jump into the sea. They should be enough for piranhas to eat for a while." Graves advised.

"No, I won't go into the water even if I die!" Drizzt shook his head in anger: "I'll teleport away first. If you do something, you can find a way to get out of your own."
Chapter completed!