Pirates to the top

The north wind whistled and made a stinging sound. It was late at night and the arena was empty. Except for the guards on the towers on the wall, they were still breathing heavily and waiting for the next shift.

It is already July at this time. For other places, they have just left midsummer, but for those in the North Sea, they are about to enter a long winter.

Henry, wearing his favorite feather coat, was waiting for visitors with two cups of hot cocoa in his hands.

"You know how to enjoy it best, thank you" Jack said with melancholy as he took the hot cocoa from Henry.Henry tightened his collar. It has been three years since he came to this world, but he still can't adapt to the winter here.

"You can move here with me." Henry said with a smile.

Jack smiled: "Forget it, Phillips and the others don't like me very much, and Hanks and the others still want me to take care of them."

Henry took a sip of hot cocoa and said no more. He had tried this kind of invitation many times, but Jack didn't know why he kept avoiding it.

"Jack, are you willing to be trapped in this arena for the rest of your life, struggling for food and clothing every day, to avoid dragging down the whole dog hole with your injuries, and then waiting for the arrival of old age and frailty, to be treated like garbage by those big shots? Throw it away.”

Jack straightened his cotton-padded clothes and said with a bitter smile: "There is nothing we can do about it. Three years ago, I was still a wealthy young man with hesitant family background, but now I have become a slave."

Jack pointed at his explosive collar and laughed at himself.

"Jack, you know, I admire you the most among all the people. Phillips is too impulsive. Silas is mature and steady, but sometimes too steady. Valpo and Monet are both too upright, even Alfred."

At this point, Henry shook his head helplessly: "Only you, Jack. I never treat you as a teenager, and our conversations always discuss issues from an adult perspective."

A gust of wind blew, and Henry's meticulously combed golden hair was slightly swaying. This scene was somewhat absurd, and two eleven or twelve-year-old boys were talking seriously.

Who doesn't yearn for freedom, and who doesn't want to look at the unexpected death of a party in his previous life? Now if you think about it carefully, you can actually guess a lot.It is precisely because of this that after coming to this world, Henry was naturally unwilling to accept his fate.

Henry has the dangers of mountains and rivers in his heart, and the strictness of the city in his heart, but many plans and strategies are bound by a thin collar and buried by the title of slave.

"Unwilling" doesn't matter, even if he becomes the underground emperor of the entire Collins Arena, no matter how much Bailey earns, the slave leader is still just a slave.

"Jack, I have a plan. This plan has been conceived and improved since I started three years ago. I haven't told anyone except Silas and the others. Now, this plan is almost successful, but it only needs the last and most critical step. "

Just when Henry was about to confide in Jack, a mechanical noise suddenly sounded in his mind, followed by a loud noise in the distance from Dog Hole No. 9.

"Please note that the general anchor point has been triggered, please pay attention."

"General Anchor: Eternal Night Harbor."

"Description: In the cold night, in Baishuang Town on the side of the pier, a young man deeply affected by migraine collided fiercely with another personality in his body."

"You're about to face an ordinary event that will have minimal impact on the future, but the event itself will develop for the better or for the worse, it's all up to you."

Henry heard the prompt in his mind and saw the huge sound not far away and suddenly felt something bad.

"echo40k, this is the name of the voice in his mind. It came to this world with Henry. In the past three years, Henry has only discovered the only two functions of this voice or possessed system."

It can accurately digitize its own body and some special items, and can map the data flow on its own retina at any time.

Able to publish so-called anchor points at a certain time.These anchor points are closely related to yourself and will have a huge impact on you.

So far, the anchor points triggered by Henry include:

General Anchor: Imminent.

Description: The Tudor Kingdom is experiencing a long-planned rebellion. In this huge political whirlpool, as the last direct descendant of the Lancaster family, you must survive.

General Anchor: People who love money

Description: Who doesn’t like Treasure and who doesn’t like Pele? Your arrival may bring surprises to Gabe Newell, the manager of the Arena.

Both anchor points are closely related to oneself, and the third anchor point was also triggered tonight, which shows that this matter is no less important than the previous two events.

"What's going on?" Jack also noticed the sound coming from not far away.

"Alfred" Henry thought for a moment, combined with the anchor point tips given by echo40k, and guessed the crux of the problem tonight.

Phillips struggled to avoid the slash from the wooden sword in front of him, but the wind from the sword cut off all the bangs on his forehead.

He touched his forehead with lingering fear, feeling a slight stickiness between his fingers.

Phillips shouted with a solemn face:

"Don't even come here."

At this time, the gate of Dog Cave No. 9 had long since disappeared, and the fracture was neat and smooth.Monet, Valpo and Silas stood in the distance and looked nervously at the two people in the field.

Alfred had no expression on his face, but he simply swung his sword Iai so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. Phillips had to try his best to dodge every time.The whining sounds caused by the collision of the wooden knife and the air came one after another.

"Damn, why did I suddenly get sick, and Henry happened to be away?"

Phillips was only slightly distracted when the tip of the knife stabbed his eyes.

"That's too late"

In just an instant, Phillips' hands were covered by a layer of light cyan scales.

"Zizzizi" came the harsh friction sound,

Phillips clasped his hands tightly together and held the wooden knife less than a centimeter away from his right eye.Drops of blood fell on the blade.

Before he could check the wounds on his hands, a huge force hit his abdomen.It turned out that Alfred gave up the wooden knife and instead stabbed Phillips with the scabbard at his waist.

Phillips hurriedly retreated, breathing in air. In just a short moment, he wandered from the gate of hell twice.

Everyone knows that Phillips is the strongest player on the No. 9 dog hole and is the consecutive champion of the Collins Arena, but this is based on the misunderstanding that it is almost impossible to see anyone else playing the No. 9 dog hole.

Alfred, a boy who has suffered from split personality since childhood and has been tortured by migraine, is a swordsman genius unknown to ordinary people.

"What should I do?" Monet looked at Silas nervously.

"I'm going to help. I'm strong enough to resist the beating and help Phillips take some of the pressure off," Valpo also said worriedly.

"Don't go there, we will only cause trouble. Alfred's swordsmanship is too strong. Just using a wooden sword can hurt Phillips' scale-covered palm. Valpo, your layer of fat will not be much more useful than the scales. There’s no use going up there.”

Looking at Phillips who was panting and his hands were shaking slightly, Silas said anxiously: "Phillips, can you do it?"

Phillips said helplessly: "Shit." Before he could finish his words, the whining sound of the wooden knife rubbing against the air came again.

"So fast." Phillips' pupils shrank suddenly. It turned out that Alfred's wooden sword had already pierced his abdomen, and blood immediately flowed down.

But fortunately, Phillips's innate talent came into play during the crisis. The moment he felt the injury, his abdomen was covered with light blue scales, blocking the subsequent momentum of Alfred's wooden sword.

Holding his abdomen, Phillips stepped back quickly with difficulty. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been so embarrassed.He lived alone in the slums since he was a child, and was later sold into the Collins Arena.Phillips has never been as desperate as he is today.

"Snapped"

His back was already pressed against the wall, and Phillips smiled bitterly.

"It's over. Alfred, this bastard, thanks to him doing that son of a bitch swordsmanship every day, it's useless."