Back to the coast.
Ol 'Seadog saw a big ship stranded, but the hull was broken and leaking. Even the mast was broken. There were corpses of his men on the beach, and the survivors were collecting these corpses. No matter what others said, even if they were notorious pirates, these people were after all brothers who fought back to back. They should at least have a decent grave if they died in a shipwreck.
Ol 'Seadog's expression was a little sad.
Although he ate, drank, gambled, and did all kinds of evil, these men were his own team. Many of them were old brothers who had followed him for many years, and a few of them had saved his life.
Now that they all died here, he always felt suffocated in his heart!
These were the elites of Mordor, and there were veterans who had fought with other pirate kings. They did not die under the enemy's sword, but died in a storm.
It was really sad to think about it!
"Pack up."
Ol 'Seadog saw the body of a young man. This was the nephew of one of his old brothers. He had followed Ol' Seadog for a long time. He had also received assassin training in Modor City. His skills were quite good. This young man, who was supposed to be very promising, had now become a cold corpse. Ol 'Seadog squatted down and closed his eyes. The corners of his eyes were a little wet.
Almost all of them were dead.
Hundreds of brothers, I don't know how many of them survived!
Ol 'Seadog couldn't wait to slap himself a few times. At that time, the navigator told him that the storm was approaching, but he was greedy to reach the Eastern Kingdom as soon as possible. As a result, the fleet did not dock for a day and was directly caught by the terrible storm. It would be a lie to say that he did not feel pain and self-blame. The pirates of Mordor were all veterans, and their friendship was accumulated with blood and fire when they conquered other pirates. Now that so many people were dead and injured, even if he went back alive, he didn't know how to explain it to Sir Søren!
Ol 'Seadog was not decadent for long.
Soon, he stood up again and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, pack up the things that can be used! No matter what, we have to get out of here alive. "
His men quickly moved.
With a leader, they had a backbone. The materials on the broken ship were collected little by little.
"Boss!"
At this moment, a limping pirate arrived before Ol 'Seadog and handed him a black flag. "This thing is still here! Should we bring it along? "
Black flag!
The flag of Mordor City!
"Nonsense!"
With a slap, Ol 'Seadog snatched the flag away, picked up a wooden stick and inserted it into the ground. The black chess piece fluttered in the sea breeze on this unfamiliar land. Ol' Seadog stood on the beach and gazed into the distance, muttering, "The black flag is still there! Our Sixth Fleet hasn't been destroyed yet! "
"When we encounter other pirates, we can still regroup."
The subordinate next to him didn't understand and muttered, "Just the few of us? Can you swallow up the other pirates? "
Slap.
Another slap was delivered.
Ol 'Seadog glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Mordor city annexed other pirates! One black flag is enough! "
These words were spoken with a heroic spirit.
But Ol 'Seadog's heart was still a little weak. If it was the south coast, naturally one black flag would be enough. Those small groups of pirates had to cry and shout to join Mordor City, but this place belonged to the Eastern Sea, and Ol 'Seadog wasn't sure if the black flag of Mordor City had that kind of power in this strange sea.
No matter what.
The flag was the morale. This black flag couldn't be lost!
…
Wind Spear Hills, North.
This was the territory of Baron Naros. It was a territory that wasn't very rich or eye-catching, and it was backed by a mountain range.
There were always some eccentric guys among the nobles. Baron Naros was such a person. He rarely dealt with other nobles. His family had been passed down for hundreds of years. It had never declined, but it had never risen. There was not enough fertile land here, so the taxes were not much. The population was only about half of the population of other lords. Many of them were mountain people who relied on hunting for a living.
But.
There was something else here.
The cold night wind blew out from the valley. Two young men were standing guard around a bonfire. The temperature here dropped a lot at night. As a slightly different creature, they were actually afraid of the cold.
Because they were Snake People.
They were born cold-blooded animals. Even if they disguised themselves well, their nature couldn't be changed.
"It's so cold!"
One of the young men approached the bonfire and said in a slightly cursed tone, "That bitch Ulrica is back?"
"Yes." The other man nodded.
The young man seemed to be very disgusted with the woman named Ulrica. He cursed, "Why didn't that bitch die outside?"
"Last time she went out on a mission."
"So many people died and only she came back! Since she came back, it has been strange! Later, there were even people from the Fear Sect who came to find her! "
"If you ask me, the failure of the mission must have something to do with her."
"She should be executed directly!"
His companion next to him didn't answer, which made the young man feel strange. He turned his head and took a look, but found that the other party was staring blankly ahead. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in fear.
Horrifying!
This situation almost scared him. When he looked at the direction of his companion's line of sight, he suddenly felt a little strange.
There was a little girl in front of him.
She was a very, very cute little girl. She looked to be around ten years old and was wearing a black princess dress. Her delicate legs were covered with snow-white stockings and a pair of exquisite leather boots. She looked at the two people in front of her with a smile. Her smile was so cute and moving that it was as if she was a little angel that had fallen to earth. However, everything in front of him made him involuntarily feel cold all over. Even his body began to stiffen. An indescribable sense of fear shrouded his mind.
"Finally found them."
The cute little girl clapped her little hands and muttered to herself, "Vivian! Do you think we should kill them? Or kill them? "
She was strangely talking to herself.
Some kind of power shrouded the two young Snake People, making them unable to make a sound even if they wanted to shout.
"Lillian."
The cute little girl stood on the spot and muttered to herself. She whispered, "These two people may be of some use. The Snake People are a very excellent race. Maybe we can consider controlling them first and then conquering the Fear Sect. "
"Okay."
"Then let's not kill them first. Let's go and see another little toy. "
"Hehe!"
"It turns out that the Fear Sect has found our little toy. No wonder that happened!"
A light breeze blew.
The two young Snake People suddenly regained consciousness, but their bodies were still shrouded in a chill.
Too terrifying!
Although she looked like a cute little girl, her aura was too terrifying.
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