The Undead Empire That Travels Through the Multiverse

Perhaps it was the sense of oppression brought by Chen Mo that made Norrington, who had been drunk, sober up a bit. He stared at Chen Mo and asked, "Who are you? The legendary owner of Bloodsail?"

"James Norrington, former Royal Navy Commodore, at your age, being able to climb to this position is enough to be called young and promising. It is not uncommon for a 30-year-old Commodore to become a nobleman in the future. How did you let yourself Did he get mixed up in this field?" Looking at the former Commodore General who was in a rather bad state, Chen Mo knew how he became like this, but he still showed curiosity.

For Chen Mo, he had watched the Pirates of the Caribbean movie many years ago, and he couldn't remember many details of the plot clearly.

Even using necromancy to dig out those past memories from the depths of the mind, it takes a lot of time, and there are still many vague places in it.

After all, he didn't pay much attention to the details of the movie at the beginning, so it's impossible to think about it now.

"It's not because of you bloody pirates!" Norrington took the wine bottle on the table and drank to his mouth, with a very angry expression on his face: "I only almost caught Jack Spey Lo that damned pirate! But a hurricane destroyed everything, my ship, crew, and my position, everything was destroyed in that storm."

As he spoke, he slammed the wine bottle on the table, his face full of anger: "It's all because of you damn pirates! Without you, none of this would have happened! All pirates deserve to die!"

Seeing Norrington like this, Chen Mo was not disappointed, but became more interested in Norrington.

He shook his finger, took out the privateering license from his pocket, and threw it on the table: "I'm not a pirate, if you're not drunk enough to read the words, just read it."

Hearing what Chen Mo said, Norrington had a puzzled expression on his face, then picked up the privateering license that Chen Mo had thrown on the table, and began to read it.

Looking at the signature of the king whom he pledged allegiance to and the badge of the East India Company on the privateering license, he couldn't help but look at Chen Mo: "Are you from the East India Company? I didn't expect that the legendary Blood Sail would be the East India Company. Indian company."

"In a sense, I am indeed a member of the East India Company, although in fact the East India Company works for me." Chen Mo spread his hands and made a helpless gesture.

Norrington's eyes narrowed for a moment. Although he was drunk, his mind was not broken. The meaning revealed by Chen Mo's words was more surprising than that Bloodsail belonged to the East India Company, and it also meant that The legendary Bloodsail was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

A ship that sows terror at sea brings nothing more than horror and a few tavern conversations.

But the East India Company is different. As an existence that helped Britain seize the colony of India, the power of the East India Company is not even weaker than that of some European powers. This is a very large force. If it is used for certain things , will have unimaginably dire consequences.

"Then why did you come to me? I don't believe that a mere ex-commodore of the Royal Navy is worth your visit." At this moment, Norrington put down the wine bottle and looked at Chen Mo with sharp eyes.

Chen Mo didn't care about Norrington's eyes, just took the privateer license on the table back in his hand, and didn't answer his question, but shook the privateer license at Norrington: "Want to put your name on this?"

"What do you want me to do?" Hearing Chen Mo's words, the expression on Norrington's face became more tense and serious. He knew that the moment to decide his own destiny was now.

If he could get the privateer's license, write his name on it, and get the support of the East India Company, he could get back everything he lost.

And the premise of writing his name on the privateering license is obviously to win the favor of the Bloodsail Lord in front of him.

"Bloodsail is still short of a first officer." Chen Mo looked at Norrington with approval in his eyes, and he tapped on the table twice with his fingers: "But although I admire you, I am not a nobody. They can all board the Bloodsail, and besides you, I want to recruit some other people."

Speaking of this, Chen Mo looked up at the other people in the tavern, and noticed that many people looked at Norrington with envy in their eyes, so he smiled and said: "I think you have heard, now There is an opportunity before you, I only need ten people, ten strongest.

I don't care what method you use, even if you just hide and wait until everyone is down, as long as you are one of the last ten people standing, you can board the Bloodsail and become a member of the Bloodsail. "

Hearing Chen Mo's words, everyone showed expressions of disbelief, but they moved almost instantly, smashing the things in their hands at the people around them.

And this seemed to be a signal that made everyone in the tavern start fighting.

It's just that compared to the usual fighting that was just a brawl, in the face of the temptation to become a crew member of the Blood Sail, this time everyone gave in.

Seeing these pirates who started to fight, the smile on Chen Mo's face became even wider, he turned to look at Norrington, and said to him: "If you want to be the first mate of the Bloodsail, you have to be able to convince others, so go get infected. The blood of ten people, prove to me your ability."

After speaking, Chen Mo snapped his fingers.

Norrington felt a force surge out of his body, and at the same time, it caused him boundless anger, as if Jack Sparrow, who had caused him to lose everything, was standing in front of him, making Norring Dun wished he could tear him in half with his own hands.

So the former brigadier general pulled out his sword and killed a pirate.

Obviously, more than one Norrington was affected by the bloodthirsty technique performed by Chen Mo, and everyone in the tavern was jealous at the moment.

Blood splattered, screams and roars followed one after another, but Chen Mo still sat on the chair, and even poured himself another glass of wine leisurely.

This time he felt that the taste of the wine was much more delicious.