When the pirates of the Black Pearl heard his roar, they simultaneously roared out in fury.
Indeed! The enmity between Little Lord Fokke and the Black Pearl was absolutely not small. During the battle of Tortuga port, Little Lord Fokke had launched an undeclared war, causing the entire Black Pearl to be captured. Nearly half of the veteran crew members had perished, and the remaining pirates still remembered that grudge!
To them, their conflict with Captain Jack was merely an internal conflict. However, the humiliation brought upon them by Little Lord Fokke was an undeniable external conflict. Hence, at this moment, their muzzles naturally had to be united against an external enemy!
At this moment, Ragnarok, whose head had been trampled flat by the horse's hooves, crawled back up. Using his thumb and forefinger to pinch his artificial eye, he sneered sinisterly.
"No matter how much I hate this damned curse on me, it seems like it's still quite useful against idiots like him. Today, undying us shall use your flesh and soul as a sacrifice to cleanse the humiliation you brought upon the Black Pearl! "
Little Lord Fokke's eyes leaked out a disdainful glint as he abruptly spurred his horse forward. Instead, Ragnarok obstructed him once again. Little Lord Fokke abruptly brandished his sword, cleaving this pirate into two from head to toe. His intestines, heart, lungs and other organs scattered onto the ground, yet not a single drop of blood was spilled. Instead, his innards leapt up like frogs, before fusing back together! Concurrently, another two pirates pounced forward, as they tenaciously latched onto the demon horse Momore's legs!
These undying pirates could already tell that Little Lord Fokke was relying heavily on this horse to maintain his mobility. Regardless, as long as they could properly control this horse, it would be equivalent to substantially increasing the difficulty of Little Lord Fokke's escape.
Spurred by vengeance, these pirates clung tightly to the horse's legs, while opening their yellowed and disheveled teeth. Like savage ghouls, they gnawed ferociously at the demon horse Momore's legs! Although this dreadful freak possessed boundless monstrous strength, after having one or two pirates latched onto each of its legs, it could only helplessly release incomparably mournful neighs.
Little Lord Fokke ferociously brandished his greatsword, but the results weren't great. Only flames could restrain the undying bodies of the pirates. Incinerating them into ashes would greatly delay their rebirth time, while physical attacks and freezing effects were rather feeble against them.
"You filthy maggots! You rotten souls of ants, scram away from my side! "
Little Lord Fokke forcefully brandished his runic sword, as he loudly roared. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a human figure, that figure was limping towards the deck as he fled! Moreover, that person's's armpit!
Records of the Fokke's's family's family secret secret!
"Little Lord Fokker, how is he still alive? Fokker's!! Once something happens to Momore, I can simply sacrifice it in the summoning ritual and summon it again. But if the Fokke's family's secret is leaked out! Then I would be making an enemy out of the entire world, and my decades of painstaking efforts would be wasted! To the entire Fokke family, it could possibly be an unbearable calamity! "
Such a thought flashed across Little Lord Fokke's mind.
Demon horse Momore was already tightly entangled by the pirates of the Black Pearl. Every time it struggled free from a pirate's entanglement, another two pirates would pounce in. Even though it possessed boundless monstrous strength, it was unable to display its prowess in such a narrow space. Furthermore, those damned ghouls were still greedily gnawing and devouring its body!
Little Lord Fokke finally made a wise yet difficult decision – to abandon his horse! If he still had misgivings about Momore, then that damned thief would flee without a trace. That diary had already been unsealed, it definitely couldn't be leaked out! Furthermore, based on Momore's prowess, it could delay those undead pirates for a long period of time, allowing Little Lord Fokke sufficient time to eliminate that damned thief!
Little Lord Fokke exerted strength in his legs, as the two light blue ice stirrups on Momore's back tightened, before rebounding back with immense strength. Clad in plate armour, Little Lord Fokke pounced towards the side of the cabin wall. Kacha! His heavy weight coupled with inertia bluntly smashed a huge hole in the cabin wall. Kacha! Kacha! Amidst the clashing sounds of his armour, Little Lord Fokker immediately pursued Sheyan.
At this moment, Little Lord Fokke exposed his first weakness – his movement speed wasn't considered slow, but it definitely wasn't fast either.
With regards to this point, anyone with a brain could easily deduce. Firstly, it was because Little Lord Fokke was constantly riding demon horse Momore. Secondly, the weight of his knight armour was truly too heavy, no matter what, it would definitely affect his movement speed.
When Sheyan saw this from afar, he nodded without anyone noticing. Besides, to him, the movement speed of Little Lord Fokke was truly a matter of life and death. Even if his deduction had a 99% chance of being correct, if he were to encounter that 1% exception, then it would be a 100% deadlock! To him, although he possessed the miraculous item from the Avatar world as his final resort, it also signified that his entire plan since entering this world would be for naught. Such a degree of defeat was something Sheyan absolutely couldn't accept.
Facing Little Lord Fokke's relentless pursuit, Sheyan very bluntly activated the acceleration ability of his soul equipment, 'Endless Vodka'. Then, he turned and fled. Right now, he needed to verify his second conjecture!
If Sheyan's first conjecture, regarding Little Lord Fokke's speed, determined whether his previous efforts would be for naught, and he would ultimately be chased back to the nightmare realm with his tail between his legs.
Then Sheyan's second conjecture, determined whether he could slay Little Lord Fokke here!
At present, although the moon was concealed behind the gloomy clouds, Tortuga port was still as bustling as before. The streets were bustling with activity. Sheyan shamelessly scuttled into the crowd. His current attire was exceedingly ordinary, and was akin to a downtrodden sailor. Such a scene of fleeing in haste was something that was repeated hundreds to thousands of times in the chaotic Tortuga port. Hence, apart from those who cursed loudly when he squeezed past, the rest were already accustomed to it.
However, Little Lord Fokke's attire was exceedingly conspicuous. He was clad in a knight's full body armor, and was even wearing a visor. The surface of his full body armor was pure black, and was sparkling with a bizarre radiance. Deep magic lines were engraved on it, and the runic sword at his waist was emitting strands of chilling air. The first impression he gave off was that he was sinister, dark, and valiant.
Little Lord Fokke strode towards Sheyan with large strides. Regrettably, although the distance between them was less than 50 metres, the obstructions included at least 20 drunkards, 3 prostitutes, 2 oxen and a horse carriage.
It was obvious that in such a noisy environment full of obstacles, the distance between the two parties would only grow further and further. Hence, the callous Little Lord Fokke immediately tightened his grip on his sword hilt, and chose the most effective and direct method. Besides, he was also a human, or perhaps more accurately, he had once been a human for a long period of time. He knew the quickest way to eliminate those damnable obstructions, or to make those long-legged proteins scram.
Another important reason was that Tortuga had risen to prominence after the decline of Tortuga port. It could be said that Tortuga had ascended by stepping on the corpse of Tortuga port. To Little Lord Fokke who was once the ruler of Tortuga port, he definitely didn't have a favorable impression of Tortuga. This was similar to how a couple who had just broken up would say things like "I'm happy to see you living well," but in fact, their QQ signature would say "I'm happy to see you not living well," which was similar to the mentality of a couple who had just broken up.
Hence, Little Lord Fokke naturally wanted to destroy this flourishing city that was rubbing salt on his wounds. Even without Sheyan, it would still be the same. Of course, if the reason of pursuing Sheyan was added, then he would be even more ruthless, and conveniently soothe his mood.
When a thick lipped and coquettish prostitute noticed Little Lord Fokke, she reckoned that he was a big client who could squeeze out 20-30 guineas. Hence, she purposely squeezed out her cleavage and drew closer to Little Lord Fokke. She was a person who liked fierce men, and it seemed like Little Lord Fokke's appearance was to her liking.
"Hi my friend, I dare to wager that you'll definitely drink with me. After that, I can bring you to a very nice place. "
She attempted to hook onto Little Lord Fokke's arm, but she suddenly covered her mouth and started coughing. Her coughing sounds turned from light to heavy, as though she was merely clearing her throat. But towards the end, her coughing became as intense as water entering her windpipe.
Finally, the prostitute heaved a sigh of relief and vomited out half a mouthful of phlegm. However, within the phlegm, there was a ghastly scarlet lump. That woman had actually coughed out the fragments of her lungs. Her eyes widened in fear and bewilderment as she collapsed. Even in death, she didn't understand what had happened.
The 'Black Death' had once again begun breeding in Tortuga port. However, the previous time, its influence was limited to Jiejie's Golden Tent. Yet this time, it was personally disseminated by the main body of Little Lord Fokke who carried darkness and death!! This determined that a calamity would befall Tortuga, an exceedingly horrifying calamity! Everything was progressing smoothly according to Sheyan's script!
*****
Today, after finishing his infusion at 5, he returned home. His fingers seemed to lack the strength to type on the keyboard.
For some unknown reason, he couldn't help but feel nauseous while looking at the densely packed documents.
Then, with a crashing sound, he really vomited out the entire keyboard.
According to the doctor, this is the side effect of some medicine. After rushing out 3000 words, I truly couldn't hold on any longer.
I'm extremely ashamed, I've truly let everyone down. Only one more update for today. I'll strive for a normal update tomorrow.
Once again, I'll bow deeply and apologise to everyone. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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