Peace of the Pirate

Ta, tap, tap. .

Deep on the left side of the Arena of Gods, in the dim corridor, a person walked leisurely from one cell to another.

Looking at the figure outside, the slaves in the cell suddenly huddled together. Sadly, they had already lost the courage to resist. They could only hide in the corner and tremble, praying that the target of the person outside was not them.

pat.

Finally, the owner of the footsteps stopped in front of a cell deep inside.

"Lord Musgarud Holy."

The guards on both sides of the cell knelt down on one knee when they saw the visitor.

"Open the door." Don Quixote Musgard Saint stared at the cell.

"It's an adult."

There was a sound of pushing the iron door, and the cell door was opened.

As the torch was lit by the guard, the cell suddenly became bright, revealing its scene.

I saw a fishman sitting cross-legged in the center, with four dark iron chains extending from the corners and binding his limbs.

The skin of this fishman is red all over, and he wears a green spotted hat on his head. There are black beards under his thick lips, and there are fins on his back that penetrate his clothes.

He was sitting with his head down, but when he heard the movement, he raised his head and looked at the person quietly, his eyes neither sad nor happy, either indifferent or desperate.

"Oh haha, it seems you are still in good spirits, Slave No. 1."

Musgard stepped through the door, knelt down 1 meter away, and carefully looked at the fish-man in front of him, his eyes full of joy.

The fish-man in front of him was bought by him for 8000 million beli, and it was his favorite collection.

Look at this strong body and these strong muscles, which represent powerful power.Each time he fell into a state of pride that such a powerful slave was in his hands.

Musgarud has witnessed with his own eyes dozens of guards besieging Slave No. 1 but all ended in miserable defeat. You must know that those guards are not ordinary people, they are elites.

Thinking of the scene of the Slave 1 battle, Musgarud's eyes flashed with excitement. Soon he would be able to make back 10 or 20 times the money he lost.

Looking at Musgard crouching in front of him, the fishman known as Slave No. 1 could tear him into pieces with just one step, but he couldn't.The chains restrained him, and he could only move within a narrow range.

Abandoning the tempting thoughts in his mind, Slave No. 1's eyes were full of sarcasm: "Don't you want me to help you fight again? Why, haven't you given up on this unrealistic fantasy yet?"

He didn't know how many times Musgarud had come, but he knew what the other party was thinking, and every time he would not let the other party get what he wanted.

"Is it unrealistic?" Musgard shook his head confidently, "I don't think so."

"I will never be a performer for your Tianlong Human Eyes." Slave No. 1 was categorical. He was not afraid of death, so he continued to stay in this dark cell. Death might be a better destination.

"Oh haha, having confidence is a good thing, but you can't help it today."

Musgard's eyes flashed with confidence, and he clapped his hands.

Following the noise of footsteps, several guards and seven fishmen slaves soon appeared in front of the cell.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Slave No. 1's eyes finally showed a hint of uneasiness. The row in front of him was filled with his clansmen.

"Let me introduce you to the seven of them."

Musgard pulled out a gun from his waist and walked up to the No. 1 blue-skinned murloc: "He is Slave No. 7. I came to you for the first time, but you refused, so he became yours." alternatives."

"But it's a pity that he lost. I lost 3 million Beli that time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Musgarud shot Slave No. 7 in the chest. As a blood flower bloomed, Slave No. 7's eyes lost their luster and fell to the ground.

"You bloody bastard!"

Slave No. 1 stood up with eyes wide open. As he moved, the prison chains swung, making an overwhelming sound that could be clearly heard in the quiet corridor.

The huge movement in the cell scared the guards, who raised their spears and looked at Slave No. 1 warily.

After gathering the guards, Musgard calmly ignored the angry Slave No. 1 and walked slowly and leisurely in front of the fishman No. 2. Under the fearful eyes of the fishman, he slowly raised the gun in his hand. .

"His name was Slave No. 13. Unfortunately, he also lost. I lost 2 million Beli that time."

"Stop it!" An even more angry roar came from the cell.

boom.

Slave 13's body quickly lost its temperature.

crunch.

The groaning sound of the chains became more and more obvious, and endless roars came from the cell, like a huge beast struggling desperately inside.

After a period of futile venting, Slave 1 panted heavily and looked at the remaining five compatriots with eyes full of struggle.

"Next is Slave 21."

Musgard blew on the smoke that drifted from the muzzle of the gun and continued to move.

"No, no, please don't kill me."

Slave No. 21 begged for mercy in fear. The corpses of No. 7 and No. 13 were nearby. As long as he lowered his head, he could see the two men dying with their eyes open. Now it was his turn, the loser.

"He also..."

Musgard raised his gun and pointed it at Slave No. 21.

"Stop!" Slave No. 1 shouted loudly, with a painful and helpless expression: "I promise you, I promise to fight, please don't kill them."

Musgard looked back at Slave No. 1 and raised the corner of his mouth. No matter how tough the slave was in his hands, he would eventually be at his mercy.

Then he pulled the trigger.

boom.

Pain came from the chest. Slave No. 21 glanced at his chest in disbelief, where there was blood and flesh.

Why?His eyes showed confusion. It was obvious that Slave No. 1 had already agreed. It was obvious that he should not have to die, but why?He died confused.

"You guy!" Slave No. 1 growled in a low voice. He was as confused as Slave No. 21: "I have promised you to participate in the gladiatorial fight, why do you still shoot."

"Stupid guy, as a slave you must have the consciousness to be a good slave. You never have the right to negotiate terms with me. I have always been free to kill whoever I want."

Musgard threw the gun to the guard on the side, and warned Slave No. 1 through the iron bars: "But since you have agreed, I will save the lives of the four of them first. Listen, if you If you dare to let go and cause me to lose, not only will they die, but I will also kill all the murloc slaves one by one in front of you."

"The horse racing is about to begin. Whether you see this scene or not is entirely up to you."

After speaking, Musgarud turned and left. Before leaving, he told the guard on the side: "Go and prepare a rich plate of food for him. I want him to stay in peak condition."

Boom!

After Musgard left, there was a huge shock in the cell.

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