Pirate: Owl of the Storm

In the empty space, Xiao looked at the arena in front of him with a despairing look.

It was a small arena, and the people fighting on it were not powerful gladiators, but a few ordinary people.

They are family.

Blood and family ties.

At this moment, he has to kill his relatives for a chance to survive.

Only one person can survive in this pastime of the Draco.

The father and mother had committed suicide and gave the opportunity to their children, but they had two children, and the two children fought to the death with knives in order to survive.

Finally, a man fell.

The remaining person was also seriously injured. He had just seen the light of hope for survival, but a gunshot made the light that had just risen on his face dim and disappear again.

The frozen face hit the ground hard, and it also hit Xiao Xiao's heart.

The Tianlong people in the stands slowly put away their golden pistols and cursed: "What a waste! It caused me to lose a fun fruit. I really deserve to die."

Xiao's heart is cold, he is a time traveler.

But he did not awaken the golden finger.

He is just a civilian from the West Sea. Because he knows that this is a cruel world, he has been exercising since he was very young.

His father died in the tsunami and his mother died of illness. After the death of the grandfather who raised them, he and his younger brother were violently dependent on each other.

He was finally considered a genius by the general of the branch and sent to the headquarters. However, after practicing with Zefa in the genius class of the headquarters for a period of time, he did not improve much and was quickly eliminated by the genius class of the navy headquarters.

Being eliminated meant returning to the West Sea, which he accepted because he had already begun to accept it when he went to Marineland.

But fate played a trick on him.

On the way back, they encountered a storm and the warship was destroyed. Only he and his brother survived.

Surviving a catastrophe will bring blessings, but what they encountered was not blessings.

But disaster and torture.

They encountered a slave ship again. The slave ship with powerful force was not something they could resist.

They were stuffed into a dark cabin, in a small cage that could only accommodate one person, and were transported to the Shampoo Islands for selection like pets.

He and his younger brother looked so much alike that they were immediately identified as relatives.

Therefore, they were brought here.

Family games.

That group of dog-like people created a "game" to please the Celestial Dragons. They let their loved ones kill each other here with only one chance to survive.

"Being alive" is the prize here.

No matter how many people there are, as long as they enter the ring, only one person can come out.

The Tianlong people enjoy the painful choices made by their loved ones in the ring, enjoy the madness and pain when they kill each other, and enjoy the despair of being killed when they get a chance to live.

Only in this way can they appear even more superior, controlling human emotions and lives like gods.

They have long believed themselves to be gods.

Human beings do not deserve to be called their kin, it is they who dominate human beings.

This one is over!

next time.

It's the showdown between Xiao and Bao.

A duel between brothers.

Xiao was forced into the ring by two tall knights wearing armor. When they left, they threw down a knife and a spear as weapons.

His body was trembling, not only because of weakness, but also because of the person rising slowly on the steps opposite.

I roared in my heart: "Why, we are human beings too! Why!"

The violence is also coming, like a zombie.

His face is similar to that of Xiao. They are twins, with black hair and black eyes, and a pale face. After experiencing the storm and being imprisoned in the dark, his body has been somewhat overwhelmed.

After he was pushed onto the ring, he silently picked up the dagger on the ground.

Xiao didn't say anything and walked towards Bao quietly.

Just when they were still three meters away, Bao suddenly rushed towards him. Xiao Xiao did not resist, he was waiting for death to come.

If you give the chance of survival to violence and leave this dark world...

Am I a little selfish?

puff!

The dagger penetrated the flesh and blood flowed out, but Xiao Xiao did not feel the pain. He opened his eyes and saw that the dagger was held backwards.

Stabbed into Bao's belly.

Bao is smaller than Xiao, but taller than Xiao.

Xiao Xiao's body trembled, unable to accept the scene in front of him, and his brother fell into his arms covered in blood.

A heartbreaking pain surged out of his heart.

Hate!

I hate myself, I hate the Navy, I hate the Celestial Dragons!

It's all because I'm too weak.

It's all because the navy is too arrogant. Ming Bao's talent is enough to stay in the navy's regular class.

And the damn Celestial Dragons! ! !

A weak voice rang in his ears, "Brother, dad said you were very thin when you were born. He hoped that you would be smart, strong, flexible, and able to succeed in your career, so he named you Xiao.

I was very fat when I was born, so I was named Bao, hoping that I could become stronger to protect myself and you, but I was too weak.

I'm dying.

Brother, you are stronger than me, you will definitely survive.I no longer want to see these darkness, this world is too painful.

Brother, you often say that with both our civil and military skills, we can definitely become kings and hegemons.

But I can't go on with you.

Don't be sad, if my brother hadn't saved me, I would have died in the storm.

Brother, I seem to see my parents..."

"No! No! No! You don't want to die, violent!!!"

Xiao Xiao covered his wound, roaring in pain and grief-stricken. His last relative was also dead, but he was powerless in front of him.

Why was the world so unfair to him?

My brain buzzed and went blank.

in the stands.

All the dozen Tianlong people were dissatisfied with the scene in front of them, "What, are you going to die like this? Trash is trash, and even life is worthless."

"Hawkwood, don't use this kind of rubbish to deal with me in the future. It's just a waste of time."

The Celestial Dragon known as Hawkwood also looked unhappy, "This damn thing doesn't even know how to please God. Whoever brought them in should be disposed of together with this garbage."

Several Tianlong people raised their golden pistols with ferocious smiles, and all aimed at the owl in the ring. They looked at each other, and the next moment they fired together, the dark and cold barrels spitting out ruthless tongues of fire.

With slaves as targets, their marksmanship is not weak. After all, this is one of their entertainment projects.

All the bullets hit Xiao Xiao's body.

Shoulders, arms, thighs, abdomen... except the head.

In the stands, a Celestial Dragon with golden eyes clenched his fists, and with a hint of unwillingness in his heart, he turned sideways and whispered to the slave next to him:

"Resuscitate him! Take him back."

"Yes, my master."

When the Celestial Dragons command people to be resuscitated, they must be resuscitated, no matter what method is used.

At this time, Xiao Xiao fainted and died due to his physical weakness, serious injuries, excessive grief, and excessive mood swings.

The Draco slaves carried the owl away.

These slaves are not weak, and they can quickly lift the owl out of the arena with gentle handling.

Saint Hawkwood looked at the Celestial Dragon who took the owl away, thoughtfully, as if he thought of something fun, and the expression on his face instantly turned into a ferocious and evil smile.

He received the information from the CP, one from the owl and the other from the violent one.

"So it is."

He felt a little disappointed, then threw the information out with disdain, forgetting about Xiao in an instant.

How could God remember the name and face of an ant?