Madara's Journey of Pirates

When Im left with Luffy with a complicated expression, the navy also pushed the pirates to the final canyon (direction of the new world) in one go.

Seeing the pirates leaving in a hurry, all the marines raised their weapons and roared.

In the age of great voyages, all the navies could not breathe under this name.

Today, at the expense of countless sacrifices, it is finally revealed to the world its end.

After the war ended, the navy also hurriedly began to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

Finally, the canyon battle was over, but a new round of sweeping wars followed.

The behemoth called the era did not leave much time for the navy to be happy.

Various tragedies are still happening all over the world.

So, now is not the best moment to cheer.

However, the name of justice that is beating in the hearts of all the marines is constantly reminding them that the day when they can really cheer recklessly will not be far away.

.........

After about a day, all the dust in the Valley of the End finally settled.

The originally noisy canyon was once again silent.

Except for the blood-stained tree world, there is nothing worth remembering in the world.

At this time, somewhere in the final canyon.

A ragged, unkempt figure appeared in front of a grave bag.

Under the old blood-stained dress, the barely scabbed wound looked hideous.

Gropol sat down in front of the golden lion's tomb expressionlessly, and let out a sigh of relief after exhaustion.

"Oh, what a bloodbath, Shiki."

"If you're already dead, I won't call you the captain anymore."

"After 20 years of service, it shouldn't be too much to change this Shiji, right?"

While talking, Gropole took out a dirty phone bug from his arms a little tiredly.

blu blu blu.

blu blu blu.

After a click, the phone bug was connected.

Immediately afterwards, harsh laughter came from the phone bug.

"Thief Hahahaha, Gropole? Is it over? My vice-captain!"

For the elated Blackbeard, Gropole was not very motivated, but said indifferently.

"Ticky, come pick me up."

The black beard on the other side of the phone made a surprised and doubtful sound.

"what?"

Gropper's voice remained unchanged.

"I don't want to look for you anymore. I'm in the middle of the battlefield. If you need the deputy captain, then come here."

.....

Listening to Gropper's indifferent words, the black beard on the other side of the phone fell into silence.

Even among their group of notorious pirates, Gropol's reputation is extremely bad.

Blackbeard couldn't guarantee whether Gropole had made some deal with the Navy and was going to lure him to go.

However, it is an indisputable fact that he is greedy for Gropol.

Under the control of this guy, the Flying Pirates in their heyday were terrifying existences that occupied half of the New World.

It's not just a casual talk that Gropol can be called the biggest conspirator of the pirates.

Under the repeated connivance of the Golden Lion, Gropole has absolute control over the original flying pirates, and the resources in his hands have even reached an extremely exaggerated level.

Funds, weapons, food, ships, technology, etc., everything about the Flying Pirates is held by this guy.

As a super careerist, Tiqi didn't want to give up Gropol no matter what.

Before Blackbeard could think too much, Gropole's voice came again.

"Aren't you coming? Then forget it, the cooperation ends..."

Before Gropole finished speaking, Blackbeard's loud laughter came.

"Of course I'm going! I won't give up on my vice-captain! Thief hahahaha!"

As soon as his voice fell, Gropole hung up the phone impatiently. He was not in the mood to deal with an ambitious man like Tiqi now.

As Gropper hung up the phone, the face of the bold black beard opposite the phone bug instantly became ugly.

The former deputy captain of the Flying Pirates was much more difficult to control than he imagined.

Compared with the last time we met, there seemed to be something more in his tone.

.........

At night, the humid sea breeze roared past with the smell of blood.

Gropole leaned against the tombstone of the golden lion expressionlessly.

He who paid the most attention to his manners in the past had no manners at all, wearing a tattered cloak against the midnight cold wind.

The unshaven man drank a freshly cut cigar.

The mechanical ignition sounded, once, twice, three times...

It seems that because of soaking in seawater, the old lighter with the carved lion's head can't produce a flame no matter how hard he tries, just like a stubborn old man.

Gropole was not in a hurry, just lowered his head and rubbed the wet flint on the lighter.

There was a sound, and Grobol raised his eyebrows suddenly, the sound of fire?

Looking up, the old lighter in his hand was still as quiet as a stubborn old man.

The fire light came from another direction, reflecting his blood-stained and lonely face.

"Thief hahahaha, why are you in such a mess, my dear vice-captain."

Gropole looked at the brutal face behind the firelight, and without speaking, leaned forward with the cigar in his mouth.

The cigar was also a little damp, and Titch re-ignited the fire three times before he helped Gropole light the cigar.

After lighting the cigar, Gropole took a sharp puff, and then coughed violently.

"Thief hahahaha, Gropole, this cigar can't pass through the lungs."

Amid Blackbeard's loud laughter, Gropol tightened the tattered cloak he was wearing to keep out the cold, and trembled a little tiredly.

"It's not too late, Teach."

"Thought your personality should be two hours later."

Hearing Gropol's words, Blackbeard immediately laughed and scratched his head, a cold light flashed in the depths of his smiling eyes.

"Thief hahahaha, since the deputy captain has already spoken, how could it be too late?"

He really struggled for a full two hours. The reason why he came so early was mainly because Gropole miscalculated the location.

He didn't come from the new world. The real starting point was to advance the city.

After Gropole got up, he ignored Blackbeard's reminder and still took a big puff of his cigar. The discomfort in his lungs made him cough twice again.

"Don't look, 'Xiaode' is not something you can move. If you pay attention to Shiji's relic, you will be the next to die."

Regarding Gropper's warning, Blackbeard just laughed and scratched his head, without showing the slightest sign of impatience.

In terms of identity, Gropol is not an ordinary emperor's deputy. Except for his slightly weaker strength, this guy is not inferior to the emperors of the New World in all aspects.

"Since you're here, let's go."

Gropole wrapped the cloak around his body, and suddenly looked at a figure behind the black beard.

"Devil Sheriff Lafitte?"

Upon hearing this, Lafitte took off his hat to Gropole.

"Exactly."

Gropole looked at Lafitte in front of him. The dress, top hat, cane, and even the disgusting sense of elegance were similar to him.

"Like me."

Listening to Gropper's words, Lafitte just wanted to salute.

Gropole, who was wrapped in a blood-stained cloak, waved at him with some disgust, and the weak voice came next.

"Go away, the Blackbeard Pirates don't need you anymore."