A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Chapter 38 Pirates (Seeking
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The uncle had finished his performance and decisively chose to step back, leaving the spotlight for Bailuo, while also reminding, “Don’t forget, everyone, we still have miracles!”
The invincibility of Sherri and Lilith bolstered the confidence and morale of the People of Yatun.
“The hearts of the people are yours to command.”
The People of Yatun were already united in heart and will, and with the uncle’s rallying, nearly everyone’s blood was boiling to the brink of explosion.
“We have Lilith, and we have Sherri.”
“You should all have felt Sherri’s power,” Bailuo said, “Even such a storm cannot stop our progress.”
“A mere bunch of pirates, could they possibly be more terrifying than the roaring waves and shocking tide?”
Yes, even after overcoming such a terrifying thunderous tsunami, what was there to fear from pirates?
At worst, some would die or be injured.
But as long as the children could survive, the mothers were willing to sacrifice themselves, and the elder brothers and sisters were willing to pave the way with their bones for their younger siblings.
After all, that’s how the People of Yatun had survived.
Before the crowd could speak, Bailuo declared, “I will ride ahead on Sherri, and everyone should follow Lilith; she will protect you all.”
Although all the fighting could be left to the miracles, this was something that the People of Yatun absolutely could not accept.
They were fighting for Bailuo, not merely accepting his protection.
The toilers eat; those who don’t labor, gain nothing—this was the tradition of Yatun.
So, even if Lilith alone could annihilate the enemy, the People of Yatun must go to battle, must crave battle.
Because they needed to showcase their value, not just let Bailuo support a bunch of freeloaders.
Bailuo understood this point; he couldn’t neglect the feelings of the People of Yatun just because he possessed miracles.
The People of Yatun would admit defeat and hide from a storm they couldn’t handle.
For years, the uncle had been training these People of Yatun with military drills.
Orders were to be obeyed without question; do what you are supposed to do.
But now, the People of Yatun weren’t facing a natural disaster, but a mere bunch of pirates, and even without Lilith and Sherri, as long as they seized the opportunity, they could annihilate them all.
“Uncle?”
“I go with you.”
The uncle saw himself as someone who could be sacrificed at any moment, so he always wanted the most dangerous, front-line position for himself.
Bailuo intended to refuse, but the uncle’s combat power was truly formidable.
Nowadays, with so fewof Yatun’s adults, Bailuo really couldn’t afford to lose someone like his uncle, “You may go, but you have to promise me that if I say retreat, you must retreat.”
Feeling Bailuo’s reluctance and determination, the uncle nodded, “You’re the boss now; your word is law.”
Seeing the uncle agree, Bailuo finally smiled, “So, what should we do next? Should I scout first?”
“Go ahead.”
The uncle didn’t mention any dangers because Bailuo was the strongest among the People of Yatun.
He needed to display his power now and protect the People of Yatun.
Only when the People of Yatun grow up will they be able to protect their king themselves.
“It’s gotten dark.”
“Be safe.”
Isefia spoke simply, and Bailuo smiled, “Don’t worry!”
Lilith’s Invisibility Spell, though it consumed no energy, had a distance limitation.
Once she left, the ships could no longer remain hidden.
So Bailuo waited until nightfall and then mounted Sherri, taking Lilith with him and flying high to the coast.
Sherri possessed a special scouting ability, allowing her to accurately detect the number and distribution of creatures regardless of day or night.
How many people were on the island, Sherri would quickly clarify.
What’s more, as the Master of Miracles, Bailuo could very directly sense various Miracle Powers.
If there were miracles on the island, meaning the pirates possessed those magical abilities, Bailuo would surely discover them beforehand.
Sherri and Lilith, being Miracle Creatures, had that ability as well.
Of course, if the adversary was like Bailuo, a Master of Miracles, they could also sense Bailuo’s approach.
But no matter, they’d just fight head-on if it came to that.
“A total of 1,284 people, but, no trace of Miracle Power.”
A Master of Miracles personally investigating couldn’t possibly miss any traces of Miracle Power.
So Bailuo could be certain, there were no miracles here.
“Pretty much secured.”
Having confirmed the number, Bailuo immediately returned and reported the situation to his uncle.
“How’s the situation?”
“Good.”
Sherri said, “There is no Miracle Power on the island.”
This was important.
In the face of miracles, numbers weren’t actually what mattered most, but if there truly were a Master of Miracles, it would mean that there were a large number of Children of Miracle on the island.
These people were not easy to deal with, and they were powerful opponents that the current Yatun absolutely could not declare war on lightly.
Meticulous planning and a complete layout were essential before sending troops, to do otherwise was a taboo.
“If there really were miracles,” the old uncle said, “then we could only give up on this island.”
“Indeed.”
The issue wasn’t whether they could win a fight, but there was a gap in the depth of the two sides’ resources, and Sherri needed to think carefully for the sake of the People of Yatun.
Fortunately, these pirates were all ordinary people.
“How many of them?”
“1,284!”
“What’s there to plan? Just steamroll them in one go!”
Hearing there were only a little over 1,200 people, Nors immediately stood up and shouted, “I’ll be the vanguard, no one is allowed to fight with me for it.” Nors had just finished speaking when the old uncle slapped him to the ground. “Even if there are only a few people, we still need to prepare properly, underestimating the enemy is also a taboo.”
The old uncle said Nors still had much to learn, so he personally arranged things for everyone, even drawing a map of the fishing port, “Memorize this.” “Got it, old man.”
Nors got up from the ground, rubbing the back of his head with an awkward smile.
“Talking about being the leading general.”
“Heh, little brother Nors, don’t think you can act so arrogantly just because you’ve stopped wetting the bed.”
At that moment, Diana was holding a spear, and beside her, there were several older Yatun women whose strength was extraordinary. Although most of them were not as strong as Nors, even he wouldn’t dare to challenge more than three Yatun women at the same time.
The women of the Yatun Clan were the fierce kind who dared to tear apart tigers and leopards with their hands.
When his embarrassing childhood incident was mentioned, Nors looked dissatisfiedly at Diana, “Who didn’t wet the bed? Did you?”
“Yes.”
Diana wanted to say that Sherri had never wet the bed, but given Sherri’s special status now, she naturally did not dare to say it.
“Alright, alright.”
Sherri interrupted their confrontation, “We are few in number, and if we stay together, it will be troublesome once we’re focused on by the enemy, and it’s also not conducive to our offense.”
“Let’s split into six teams.”
“The sisters will form three teams, each with six people, led by Diana, Yimoteer, and Gonnia.”
“Yes!”
“As you command!”
Most of them were women with children, and a few were seventeen or eighteen, or over twenty years old.
For example, Gonnia was actually only eighteen, but because her Yatun Bloodline was not outstanding, her strength was far less than that of her senior sisters.
Moreover, unlike Jiera, who had amazing archery skills, Gonnia was often not seen as a significant combatant among the Yatun.
Fortunately, Gonnia was very intelligent.
Sherri felt that she was suitable to be a scientific researcher, a scholar.
In this critical moment, the big sisters had become important combat forces. Like Diana, she was one of those particularly capable fighters, able to fight Nors one on one, even suppress him.
If she didn’t have two children to take care of, Diana would have liked to continue being a warrior rather than a mother
Yimoteer was Elder Mountain Grandpa’s daughter and the village’s pharmacist and botanist.
Thirty-six-year-old Yimoteer had a son about the same age as Abadun, named Beya, and a six-year-old daughter named Sefini.
In her youth, she was also a well-known hunter in the village.
Although many women hadn’t practiced for years due to food availability, on the ship, they had picked up their martial skills again under the guidance of their senior sisters.
They wouldn’t say they transcended their peak periods, but they had regained seventy to eighty percent of their abilities.
“The remaining two teams, one will be led by me, the other by the old uncle.” “Nors, Isefia, Jiera, you’ll charge with me.”
Sherri said, “Inya, Fiona, Little John, Lyon, Sheila, you’ll act together with the old uncle.”
Thus, all thirty members were properly arranged.
The remaining fifty people were mostly children, but there were also more than ten adult women left to protect them.
