Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

Under Binjack's suggestion, the Ward Pirates attacked the Juba barracks that night, and Juss, who was still dreaming of being a king on the soft couch, was held hostage on the spot.

After some manipulations, the 5-thousand refugee army directly changed its leader in the dark, and Ward's first order was to set off for the desert.

"Daro, the situation has changed. It seems that this army is not planning to go directly to Albana. It seems that this direction is going to the desert." Sophia, who was mixed with the soldiers, covered her phone bug and reported in a low voice.

"They also went to the desert, what's the situation?" Darrow raised his eyebrows and asked back.

At this time, Darrow had just set off from Albana and was on his way to the old site of Shahua. Now Yuba actually changed his itinerary. Judging from this posture, he should also be eyeing the Pluto.

"A group of people suddenly came from Juba's side. They should have kidnapped Juss and then controlled the entire army." Sophia gave a concise summary of the situation.

"Do you know who they are?" Darrow, who was galloping on the desert, frowned into the word "Chuan".

Unexpectedly, there is still a group of forces that are also targeting Pluto, and the other party also controls an army of more than 5 people. This person is so powerful. If the other party really searches for it first... that would be bad .

"I don't know, but Aisha used the ability of the three-eyed tribe to investigate. There should be only five people in that group, and one of them is a murloc."

Sophia's intelligence did not allow Darrow to come up with a reason, and there was no way to determine who the other party was from the staffing alone.

Just to be on the safe side, Darrow explained to the person on the other end of the phone bug: "You stay put and follow them to the old site of Shahua and then join us."

After hooking up the phone, Darrow was not in the mood to continue walking slowly in the desert, and directly drove the air to fill the sails of the sand sled, and drove towards the old site of Shahua at the fastest speed.

Although the fabled "Ship of Hope" has not been found yet, Darrow already regards it as his own.

After all, as a gunner, what he pursues is high lethality. If he can crack the artillery system on Pluto and use the compressed fruit to reproduce it, then Daro will be a small island with one shot.

No matter how bad it is, I still have to use this Pluto to study and study. After all, there is a Tom who holds the blueprint of Pluto in the capital of seven waters. Maybe the combination of the two can really make Darrow reproduce a brand new Pluto. .

Facing the wind and sand, Darrow drove the sand sled at a high speed for a whole day, and Darrow, Scholar O'Hara and Tikola finally arrived at the old site of Shahua.

"vomit!!"

The original two-day itinerary was squeezed into one day. The speed of flying close to the ground made Dr. Clover and Tikola very uncomfortable. When they got off the sand sled, their legs wobbled and they vomited on the spot.

"Daro, why are you so anxious all of a sudden?" Olbia asked Daro while unloading the camping luggage from the sled.

"I got the news that the refugee army from Juba is heading here now. Their goal should be the same as ours, so we must reach Shahua before them." Darrow did not hide it, and truthfully described the situation and Several people made it clear.

"This! What to do!"

Darrow's words were like thunder on the ground to everyone present, especially Tikola, who panicked visibly with the naked eye.

"Don't worry, more than 5 people have to march over from Yuba, and it will take three days at the fastest, so we only need to find the whereabouts of the Pluto during this time." Looking at the crowd, they looked anxious. Darrow smiled and waved his hand to comfort him.

"Then what if you don't find it?" Olbia was not as optimistic as Daro. In this vast sea of ​​sand, it doesn't mean that if you want to find it, you can find it.

"Then someone will be unlucky." Darrow sighed. Of course, the unlucky he was talking about would definitely not be them, but the fifty thousand soldiers.

If it is not necessary, Darrow is not willing to attack the army of more than 5 people. After all, they are just a group of refugees displaced by the drought.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's hurry up." Olbia eagerly took out the map from his pocket, looking as if he was about to start work, completely ignoring the way his teacher was being bumped all the way.

"Tomorrow, it's getting dark now, settle down early, everyone have a good night's rest." Darrow glanced at the post-doctor Clover who was about to vomit all his gall, and suggested.

After all, the other party is the main force in this search operation, so he still needs to take good care of it. As for the oil bottle Tikola next to him, Darrow doesn't pay attention at all.

.........

The time came to the afternoon of the third day.

The archaeological team's search activities are still continuing. In the past two days, Darrow and the others have not found any trace of the "Ship of Hope", and there is even very little useful information.

"Doctor, come and take a look." An O'Hara scholar who seemed to have discovered some clues waved his hands vigorously to Dr. Clover who was not far away.

"Robertson, what is this?" Olbia, who walked closer, looked at a rotten piece of wood in the man's hand, frowned and asked again: "Are you sure it didn't fall from the sledge?" wood?"

But the doctor on the other side saw the clue, took the wood over, looked at it carefully, and analyzed at the same time:

"Yes, this piece of wood is indeed not naturally weathered, and judging from the carbonized section, I guess that this piece of wood should be the sampan of a certain ship, and this ship has also suffered a powerful shelling..."

"You did a good job, Robertson!" Olbia grinned beautifully when he heard that, and at the same time patted the shoulder of the scholar named Robertson, praising him.

And Darrow also cast admiring glances at Robertson. He remembered that it was he who said a few days ago that he found sea shells in the nest of the big liar, and the doctor deduced from this that the former site of Shahua might be the hidden king of the underworld. The place.

All in all, this is a careful man.

"Robertson? An archaeologist? This guy can't be Robin's biological father." Darrow looked at Olbia and the well-mannered male scholar, and couldn't help guessing.

With a reasonable guess, Darrow and the others quickly found some clues nearby—Bridget dug out some red algae ash in the sand.

"Red Desert! That's what I should say." Tikola said excitedly after twisting a pinch of red sand from the ground.

"It seems that my guess is right. This used to be an inland sea. The Namib, the ship of hope, is moored in a certain sea area here. The board just now should have fallen from a ship that was bombarded by the Namib. It fell." Dr. Clover stroking his beard, reasonably speculated.

Dr. Clover's speculation was recognized by everyone, and everyone who saw the hope seemed to have been beaten to death, completely ignoring the fatigue of the past few days, and started searching again.

"Are you right here? Pluto!" Darrow glanced at the sand field in a radius of ten miles, and muttered to himself.

It's just a pity that Darrow doesn't have Luffy's ability to communicate with everything, and the Pluto, which has been silent for 800 years, didn't respond to him.

Suddenly, just as Darrow was about to continue his search, he suddenly sensed countless red dots appearing on the edge of the desert.

"Come?" Darrow murmured.

At the same time, he took a look at the five leaders in the crowd, and after recognizing the ancient soldier's helmet on each other's head and the blue murloc behind him, he couldn't help grinning and said:

"Who am I? It turns out to be you... World Destroyer Wald!"