The strongest sea god of pirates

After an unknown amount of time, the drowsy Arthur woke up, and the warm sunlight directly hitting his face made him unable to open his eyes.

After a while, Arthur climbed up from the beach with a hermit crab waving its pincers and looked around blankly.

The island is not too big, with a radius of only a few kilometers. Except for the raised hills and sandy soil in the center, there are only a dozen or so fruitless coconut trees on the entire island.

When looking back at the surrounding sea area, Arthur's eyes widened for a moment, and he screamed in disbelief.

At this time, the wind around the island is sunny, and the refreshing sea breeze is blowing on the face. If there are a few bikini girls, it will be a perfect holiday resort, but on the sea several miles away, there are astonishing lightning and thunder. The wind was strong, and the huge waves tens of meters high kept rising and beating, and the numerous waterspouts connecting the sea and the sky were full of astonishing power.

The horrific hurricane seems to turn the sea over. It is hard to imagine that being so close and only a few hundred meters apart, it feels like being in another world.

Around the sea water that seems to separate the two worlds, there are countless dilapidated ships destroyed by the storm. Pirate ships, naval warships, merchant ships, and fishing boats of different sizes and shapes are piled up. The perimeter coast of the entire island is completely shaded.

But what is puzzling is that no matter how rough the sea is in the distance, the turbulent sea water and the hazy stormy weather will not approach this barren desert island as if they are afraid of gods.

Suddenly, Arthur's eyes fixed on a beach not far away, a figure in a navy uniform, most of his body was buried in the sand and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Sergeant Eugene!" Arthur suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise and joy, and immediately dragged the dying Sergeant Eugene out of the sand.

"Shui Shui." The semi-conscious Sergeant Eugene murmured.

This made it difficult for Arthur. There was no fresh water source around him. Although there was sea water all around him, sea water was absolutely undrinkable.

Leaving aside the plankton and toxic substances in seawater, humans will soon die of dehydration once they drink seawater, so there are not a few people who die of thirst on the sea.

"Sergeant Eugene, hold on!" Arthur immediately rushed to the wreckage, searching for fresh water.

What made Arthur feel desperate was that although there were a lot of gold, silver and jewels in these mountains of sea ship wrecks, there was no fresh water or food.

Time is running out, and Arthur, who has found nothing in the wreck of the ship, can only place his hope on the raised hill in the center of the island, and maybe there will be dew accumulated in the mountain stream.

The island wasn't too big, and Arthur soon came to the rock wall of the hill in the center of the island, but he didn't find the expected fresh water.

But fortunately, there are some green vines growing on the rock wall. These vines look verdant, and if they are squeezed into juice, they can at least save lives.

Overjoyed, Arthur stepped forward and pulled hard, and a lot of the vines were immediately pulled out, but the rock wall of the hill suddenly seemed to lose the strength to carry it, and a burst of dust that had been deposited for countless years suddenly fell, and when the choking dust dissipated, The disheartened Arthur found a half-meter-high cave on the hill.

In the pitch-black cave, you can't see your fingers. It's hard to say what danger you will encounter, but maybe you can find fresh water inside. Even if you take some of these vines back, it would be good. Arthur leaned over and walked in carefully.

The inside of the cave is very damp and cold, and it seems to be filled with water vapor faintly. Maybe you can find a bubbling spring in a second.

Stumbling forward in the pitch-black cave, Arthur's arms and legs were cut by the surrounding sharp rocks, bleeding for a while.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Arthur, who couldn't see anything, came to a dead end. When he reached out to touch the smooth rock wall in front of him, he felt a strange feeling.

Unwilling to go back like this, Arthur raised his arm and pushed hard. From the wound on his arm that had been scratched by the sharp stone in the cave, blood kept overflowing into the blood groove on the rock wall.

Soon the thick rock wall opened slowly, and a stone room with a size of only a few meters appeared before the eyes. The night pearl on the top of the stone room illuminated the surroundings.

To Arthur's great surprise, water droplets kept falling from the corner of the secret room, forming a small pool of crystal clear water. The hard work paid off, and the sergeant was finally saved.

On a stone altar beside the water pool, an ancient three-color pottery jug that looks like it has gone through countless years is emitting a faint blue light, and beside the three-color pottery pot, there is also a palm-sized blue glass vial.

Arthur picked up the palm-sized blue glass vial and shook it gently a few times, as if he heard the sound of a little water flowing inside.

Although the water vapor accumulated in the glass purple vial is drinkable fresh water, the fresh water that has been placed for so long may have already deteriorated. Arthur put the vial into the pond water to get some clear new water, but he was busy for a long time. Not a single drop of water went in.

Arthur, who was full of doubts, looked carefully at the cyan glass vial. When he looked around, a drop of black liquid fell on his palm.

In the next moment, the wound on Arthur's palm that was scratched by the sharp rock before was miraculously healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was completely stunned by the efficacy of the cyan glass vial. miracle.

Arthur, who came to his senses, planned to use the glass blue vial to heal the wounds on his calf and arm.

It's just that even though the sound of swaying water in the glass vial could be clearly heard, no matter how Arthur poured it, the previous black liquid never flowed out again.

Time is running out, now is not the time to study this mysterious glass vial, the fresh water must be brought back to the sergeant as soon as possible.

Arthur put the glass vial in his pocket casually, walked to the side of the stone altar and looked at the three-color pottery pot the size of a wine jar. Strange hieroglyphs, the water in the lake is crystal clear, exuding mysterious magic.

The moment Arthur stretched out his hands to hold the body of the jug and was about to hug it, suddenly his hands felt a blood connection with the body of the jug, and he hugged it uncontrollably and began to drink.

The pot of water entered Arthur's stomach, and Arthur felt a burst of heat all over his body, as if he was about to burn, and he was sweating profusely under the burning fire in his body. The next moment, Arthur seemed to be in an extremely cold ice cellar, and the crystal clear light attached to his body faintly Frost, trembling all over, unable to move.

Although the pain of this kind of ice and fire is only a few minutes, but there is an illusion that the time is like years.

During this period, countless complicated information circled in my mind, as if my head was about to be torn apart, and this painful torment continued.

The moment Arthur opened his eyes and regained his freedom, there was a harsh and crisp sound.

Originally held in Arthur's hand, the three-color pottery pot with the feeling of being connected by blood suddenly shattered, turning into flying ash and dissipating in the air in an instant.