Pirate's Nest Order

The turbulent sea is always playing its own story every moment, whether it is the prologue or the ending. The bloody sea is splashed red, the unfathomable shadows of the deep sea, and each picture seems to be fragmented, but there are very few. Someone could peer into the intricate intertwining buried beneath the wreckage.

Like a huge picture scroll drawn with splashed ink, it is unfolding quietly, and the faintly converging textures do not reach the final moment. It is difficult for anyone to guess what kind of weirdness and horror the black brush is depicting.

The strong and disgusting smell of blood, the pirate ships colliding violently, and the deck is a ferocious and cruel fight.

William tore open the throat of the opposite pirate with a knife, and watched the opponent clutching his neck, with blood flowing from his fingers, he ran forward and pedaled, kicked the corpse away and climbed up towards the mast with his strength, the blood-stained blade Cut off the flagpole.

The pirate flag with the hyena pattern fell on the deck, and the bloody skull rose up. William leaned down and shouted: "Either join our Red Skull Pirates, or you will all die."

The pirates with their arms wrapped in red cloth all raised their weapons and roared crazily. On another pirate ship with a red skull flag, Kalchi squinted at the battle that was coming to an end. The light passed over the pirates on the deck who had particularly cold and indifferent auras. He licked his lips slightly and said, "William is really desperate."

"I now believe that he was originally a pirate." Novi played with the poisoned dagger in his hand and said solemnly: "His prestige on the ship is increasing."

"Hmph" Kalchi snorted coldly, with a somewhat sinister expression: "The news just came from the sea. The Dragon Pirates were jointly annihilated by the 153rd Navy Branch and the 16th Navy Branch. Calculating time, the next batch of the 153rd Navy Branch Help is on its way."

Kalchi was now aware of the fear of seeking skin from a tiger, and the sense of danger of riding a tiger and being unable to get off. He took a deep breath, jumped onto the opposite pirate ship with his knife, and without any explanation, stabbed the opposite pirate captain with his knife, making a ferocious sound. Said: "Either join or die. After we deal with you, our Red Skull Pirates have to find the next target immediately, but we don't have time to follow you."

"Captain" William slid down from the mast and spoke respectfully.

Pulling out the knife, hot blood sprayed on his cheeks, making Calci look extremely bloodthirsty. He stared deeply at William, and said with a smile: "William, you did a good job. In the future, this ship will have these new harvests. The crew will be handed over to you to command."

Colored Stone Island.

Several merchant ships loaded with colored stone mines were setting sail, and the prototype of a chamber of commerce alliance composed of small merchants was established in the hands of Lombardy, and the name was called "Longshi" chamber of commerce.

In this regard, Navy Branch 153 did not interfere, and was even happy to see the outcome. It just sent a group of "sailors" to act as escorts for the Chamber of Commerce.

Shieldstown.

After Yarlin took control of the 153rd branch of the Navy, the high-pressure policy of the former Colonel Monka was completely abolished. The gang organization Brotherhood in the town also existed in name only.

In a room with a long wooden table, there were dull and abstract oil murals hanging on the walls. Stank suddenly turned his head and looked at the door that was quietly pushed open at some point. A straight man in military uniform was standing at the door, his fingers gently pointing. was rubbing the mural.

Stank's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice trembled imperceptibly. Outsiders didn't know it, and thought that the 153rd branch of the Navy was still ruled by Colonel Monka, but he knew very well that the man in front of him with the rank of second lieutenant on his shoulder , is the real ruler of the navy.

"The tones rendered in red and black tend to make people feel depressed." Yarlin pulled out the chair and sat on it, staring at Stanke with gloomy and cold eyes.

"I don't know how to appreciate these things. If Second Lieutenant Yarlin doesn't like it, I'll find someone to remove it later, just like the current Brotherhood has already existed in name only." Stank's eyes passed Yarlin quietly and looked at the door In the quiet corridor at the back, it was so quiet outside that there seemed to be no living people.

"Some time ago, there was some chaos in the branch, and members of the Brotherhood were involved." Yaerlin crossed his legs and looked at Stank like a knife, his tone without any warmth.