Pirate System

A heavy rain was brewing in the cloudy sky, and the air was moist, with a heavy sense of depression. On the turbulent sea, six ships cut through the waves and blasted forward.

The leading ship was like a giant black whale, swallowing the surging sea water, and the waves splashing at the stern were a few yards high. On the side there is a large blood-red ship, which is decorated with red skeletons. This ship seems to have sailed out of purgatory.

On the bow of the Black Whale sat a giant bomb-spitting frog. It sat lazily, grabbed a wine barrel with one palm, opened its mouth, and drank it dry in a few sips. It clapped its stomach and said it was not enough, and the sailors hurried in pairs to bring new barrels.

It drank in buckets like this, and in a while, it drank more than a dozen sailors could drink.

"Found a reef 35 degrees to starboard," the lookout dutifully reported.

The giant spit frog laughed twice, raised his eyelids and glanced at the reef, took a sharp breath, and immediately bulged his cheeks. It spit hard, and an air bomb flew out, hitting the reef impartially and smashing it into pieces.

It laughed happily, and the cross-shaped scar on its forehead became even more hideous.

The hull of the Black Whale tilted abruptly because the bomb-spitting frog just launched an air bomb. The head of the regiment, Harold, shook his hand, and more than half of the wine in the wine glass spilled out. He was furious and said coldly: "Cross Scar, I warned you, without my order, it is forbidden to fire!"

Harold smashed the wine glass, took out the pistol at his waist, and fired a shot in the back of the spit frog, making a blood hole.

Cross Scar didn't care, it laughed a few times, scratched the wound where the fat was flowing, and started drinking again.

The Black Whale returned to stability, Harold's anger subsided slightly, he turned around, and someone had placed a new wine glass on the table.

The man at the opposite table smiled. He had a sharp chin and eagle-like eyes. Behind him, he would always carry two long-barreled muskets.

"Today is the day of Cam's execution, let's toast for his death." Roberts Hawkeye raised his glass and said happily.

Harold also picked up the wine glass, and the two wine glasses were tapped to indicate victory. His wet sleeves left a few drops of water on the tablecloth. His tightly wrapped body was always wet, but no one dared to ask why for a long time, especially on this ship.

"You've worked so hard on the Inferno all year," said Harold, his bloated body creaked on the chair.

"It's not too hard. That Cam is easy to deal with. He's an out-and-out idiot. He clearly owns a ship as powerful as the Purgatory, but he's resting on his laurels. After so many years, he hasn't been able to grow."

Roberts Hawkeye is actually a spy from the Black Toad Pirates. He originally joined the Purgatory Pirates with a ghostly plan in order to win the Purgatory. He didn't betray Cam, he wanted to get rid of Cam from the beginning.

All the brotherhood revealed by Hawkeye in the Purgatory Pirates is false.

"Purgatory is really a waste in his hands, but it is different in my hands. I will let this ship exert its maximum combat effectiveness."

Harold turned his head to the side and looked at the Purgatory, his eyes seemed to be looking at a beauty without clothes.

"I wish the Black Toad Pirates a prosperous group and become the overlord of this sea area as soon as possible." Roberts raised his glass.

"Well said, to celebrate getting the Inferno,

In order to test the power of the Purgatory, I decided to bloodbath all the ships that passed by within three months. "Harold said in a low and distant voice, "I want to make the Inferno smeared with real blood, so that it can be called the real Inferno." "

Roberts Hawkeye had followed Harold for many years, and he was well aware of the cruelty of the head of the regiment, but he did not show any consternation.

Suddenly, Harold suddenly grabbed his chest and bent down, looking extremely painful. His beard was trembling with convulsions, and it all happened very quickly.

When the sailors next to him saw it, not only did they not come forward, but they all retreated with a clatter, hiding far away, looking at the regimental commander in horror.

Harold roared in pain and slapped the dining table with a slap. He staggered a few steps and grabbed another piece of wood from the mast. His clothes swelled irregularly, with two soft tentacles sticking out from his sleeves, and seawater was constantly dripping from his trouser legs, and he didn't know where the seas came from.

"The regiment commander has a seizure again, captain, come quickly!" The crew member who responded the fastest shouted, and the others also echoed, as if the captain was a savior.

Harold opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of water, revealing a mouth that was close to that of a marine creature, with gill-like lines on his cheeks, slightly opened, and there was a viscous liquid inside. Seeing the change in himself, he cried out even more in pain, his eyes bulging, he grabbed the nearest sailor and threw it into the rough sea.

"Just St. Cuthbert, please put out your holy wrath, and I am willing to sacrifice myself to ease his pain." A woman came to Harold's back and stroked Harold's face with a black-gloved hand. back.

Soon, Harold's pain disappeared like a low tide, the tentacles shrank back, the gills disappeared, and he opened his mouth to pant, turning back into a human tongue. Everything is back to normal as if it had never happened.

The woman in black withdrew her hand.

"Thank you, Casey." Harold had only ever said thank you to this woman in his life, and he took Casey's hand and kissed it.

This woman was like a bat in the dark, wearing a solid black robe, her face buried in the shadow of the hood. However, it can still be seen that she is a woman who loves beauty, because her black robe is embroidered with beautiful red patterns. Perhaps the patterns on this dress are the only place on her body that can show her beauty.

"You seem to suffer more than ever this time," she said sadly, her eyes full of love.

"It's okay, don't mind." Harold stroked her with his wide palms.

The two spoke some love words between lovers. Afterwards, Casey left, returning to the darkened cabin.

Seeing Harold's tragic appearance, Roberts smiled inadvertently. Harold doesn't have much time left. Sooner or later, he will be completely reduced to a sea monster. By then, the entire Black Toad Pirates will be his. How could he be unhappy.

A message eagle appeared in the direction of the stern, it quickly grew from a black spot, flapped its wings, and landed on Harold's shoulder.

Harold took off the scroll on the Newshawk's feet, which had the mark of the Black Toad Pirates. He unfolded it and found that it was sent by himself, but it was not delivered to the third captain Kedal. This proves that Kedar is likely to have disappeared from the sea, and the Swift Eagles rarely fail to deliver letters, they are the best postmen at sea.

Moreover, Kedal's Shock has not sent Eagle Messages to this side for many days, which has never happened before.

Harold ripped the Eagle News to pieces and said fiercely: "Full sails, full left rudder and turn the bow, let's go to the route that the Shock passed. I want to know who dares to move the ship of the Black Toad Pirates."

The sailors did not dare to neglect, and immediately set about changing course and signaling to other ships with semaphores.

The six ships were like a ferocious group of hunters, turning around one after another, leaving crooked waves on the sea.

The pirate group sailed for several days and saw sporadic pieces of wood on the sea. The lookout found an island and saw a man on the island raising his arms for help.

The fleet did not dock, but put down the single-leaf raft, and several people went to connect the man to the Black Whale. Unexpectedly, the victim was actually a sailor on the Shock. The Shock was hijacked by Tangke and others that day. He jumped into the sea, hugged a piece of driftwood, floated to the island, and retrieved a piece of driftwood. Life.

The thin sailor waited tremblingly for the captain's question.

"What happened to the Shock? Where's Kedal?" Harold asked while holding the sailor's shoulders.

"I, I..." The sailor stuttered for a long time, unable to say why.

"Damn, talk to me well!" Harold clenched his hands tightly, the feeling that his bones were about to shatter.

"Whoops... I said, our ship was snatched away, and the third captain of Kedar was killed!" The sailor said quickly in severe pain.

Harold had anticipated this situation before, and said with split eyes: "Who did it?"

"Yes, it's an oriental man named Tangke. I've never heard of him before. He seems to be a newcomer."

"Tanke? Oriental? I'll make him regret it. I'm going to cut him into tens of thousands of pieces and feed it to sharks."

Harold increased his strength and pinched the hapless sailor into a scream. The sailor soon died, his head drooped, and his seven orifices bleed.

"Pass on my words, release the eagle news, and tell everyone. The Black Toad Pirates want to fully arrest Tangke, the Oriental! I want him to sleep and sleep, and have nightmares every day. In addition, let the Flying Fish return home and investigate. All the news about Tangke, then report it to me."

Harold roared sullenly, and the pirates immediately executed their orders with trepidation.

The war between the Evil Dragon Pirates and the Black Toad Pirates has officially started.