Realizing something was wrong, Gangplank immediately roared. Almost the next moment after Gangplank's voice fell, accompanied by a boom, that pale blue light shadow hit the deck of his flagship, the Dreadway, squarely.
Under the heavy impact, the entire Dreadway seemed to have been bombarded by some heavy artillery shell. While its center of gravity became unstable, it began to list violently to one side. Fortunately, Gangplank never saved money on his own flagship. Even if the ship's hull was listing severely, without subsequent bombardment, the warship still slowly restored its center of gravity, gradually stabilizing amidst the splashing waves and violent shaking.
"Oh oh, not bad."
Seeing the Dreadway could actually restore balance, a look of surprise and playfulness flashed through Faen's eyes.
The Dreadway, also known as 'The Syren' (in some translations/contexts, but specifically The Dreadway in LoR), the difference in names mainly originated from different translation versions. Similar to Styraatu, it didn't appear in the main League of Legends game, but appeared in the card game Legends of Runeterra (LoR). Region Bilgewater, eight-cost big monster, stats 4-6 on the low side. The effect is drawing a Gangplank to hand when summoned, and possessing an aura: doubling damage dealt by all allies' skills, spells, and units. Belonging to the classic OTK in LoR, that is, the core card for one-turn kill, similar to Velen or Malygos in Hearthstone.
Although knowing about the Dreadway well, to be honest, Faen didn't take it too seriously. But now seeing it with his own eyes, Faen's gaze also added a touch of surprise.
Perhaps because of Gangplank's own notoriety? So even his flagship developed its own consciousness in the spirit realm under the fear of countless people. Although this consciousness was still very weak, accompanied by people's fear of the plunder represented by the appearance of this warship, undoubtedly, this had already given the Dreadway some so-called supernatural power, magic power, making its enemies involuntarily produce fear and timidity.
Unfortunately, this consciousness was still too weak—
Lifting his foot, Faen stomped lightly unhurriedly.
Subsequently, in everyone's feeling, although unable to express and describe accurately, actually everyone could clearly feel that the Dreadway under their feet seemed to have fallen into a long silence, as if asleep...
Although feeling puzzled, Gangplank didn't take this small matter to heart either—just like Faen said before, in the actual Runeterra, the vast majority of champions in people's impression were just slightly stronger than ordinary people. Just like Miss Fortune Sarah, although she became the ruler of Bilgewater in the future, and even got a Battle Queen skin. But all her own power and attack means still highly relied on the two flintlock pistols in her hands. Essentially, she was still an ordinary person who would lose combat ability due to damp ammunition.
And although Gangplank was much stronger than Miss Fortune in terms of physical fitness and combat ability, essentially, he was still just an ordinary person knowing some magic existence. For Gangplank, even the state of his flagship Dreadway itself, and its growth in the spirit realm, were unknown to him.
Like now, after seeing Faen appear, although surprised by the water light just now, after hesitating for a moment, Gangplank stood straight again, raising the pistol in his hand aiming at Faen in front of him and said: "Who are you! Why appear here, and what was that shell just now!"
Hearing Gangplank's words, the pirates who were originally panicked also quickly came back to their senses, clenching the weapons in their hands to surround Faen and Riven.
Living on this crisis-ridden sea for a long time, for Gangplank, no matter what situation faced, even if despairing inside, he absolutely couldn't express it. Otherwise, it would only make the other party look down on him... Moreover, living in this sea for so long, what scene hadn't Gangplank seen? Precisely because of this, Gangplank knew very well that magic like just now, unless it was a mage legion joint casting, otherwise even if those masters from Noxus or Ionia came, they absolutely couldn't cast it easily.
Originally thought this was the prelude to an attack, result only one shot was fired then ended... Are these two messengers from Piltover?
Thinking this, Gangplank's gaze refracted slight cold and severe brilliance.
If so, then he had to bargain properly with them...
And staring at the crowd in front of him for two glances, finding no one familiar, Faen waved his hand rather boredly, then said to Riven on the side: "Kill them all."
"Oh!" Hearing Faen's words, Riven didn't hesitate at all, but paused slightly for an instant when clenching the runic giant sword in her hand—but just for an instant. After telling herself in her heart that this was just an ordinary weapon, unrelated to any honor, she clenched the giant sword again.
Immediately following, before Gangplank on the side could come back to his senses, Riven's seemingly thin figure turned into an afterimage under astonishing explosive power, rushing towards the crowd in front.
Although also a mortal champion, Riven being able to stand out from countless Noxian legions and become a soldier exemplar of Noxus, naturally couldn't be achieved by LeBlanc alone. In fact, even casting aside LeBlanc's secret support, Riven was still the strongest legion soldier in the entire Noxus, and even the entire Runeterra. Without considering weapons, just calculating by physical strength and skills, she was an existence able to compete with Garen.
And now, although not ingesting large amounts of joy factor like LeBlanc, Riven had already regarded taking Faen's bodily fluid as one of the steps of daily training. And under the constant development of the body, if saying before, Riven could only feel but couldn't clearly realize what changes her strength had produced. Then now, feeling the black stone giant sword in her hand seemingly much lighter, and her solid body becoming more flexible, tough, and powerful—
The giant sword in her hand swung back. Accompanied by slight stagnation, surging fighting will turned into a storm erupting from Riven's surroundings. With eyes full of indifference, every time Riven swung her sword in the crowd, several human heads or remnant corpses would rise into the high sky. Cruel and efficient. By the time Gangplank came back to his senses, that giant sword of astonishing size seemed about to chop his whole person in two!