Naturally, as long as Catique and Jack Sparrow were still alive, it undoubtedly represented that the green hat on Little Lord Fokke's head would never fade. To Little Lord Fokke, his previous deep feelings had completely turned into a gigantic joke. Such humiliation could only be cleansed with fresh blood – his own or his enemy's blood!
Of course, to Sheyan, this didn't represent that Little Lord Fokke would let him off. Furthermore, there was even a miraculous scene of "Brother, thank you for helping me get rid of Pervert". Sheyan was similarly included in Little Lord Fokke's must-kill list. As the saying goes, the enmity of killing one's father, and the enmity of stealing one's wife. These two unresolvable enmity, Sheyan also gloriously occupied a spot. However, based on the degree of enmity, the handsome but unfortunate guard Catique and the elegant and graceful Captain Jack Sparrow definitely occupied the top two spots. Before getting rid of those two, as long as Sheyan didn't swagger around in front of Little Lord Fokke, then Mr Green Hat wouldn't take the initiative to find trouble with him.
Beside him, Bacon was also an insider who had viewed the memories of Little Lord Fokke. Therefore, he could understand the feelings of this noble Little Lord Fokke. Even though Bacon was extremely eager to obtain that 'Endless Gold Pouch' and properly examine it, he still considerately stood by the side without uttering a word. Instead, Little Lord Fokke proactively raised his head, using his lifeless eyes to stare at Sheyan as he insipidly spoke.
"Take it, this is the reward you deserve."
As he spoke, he casually tossed that 'Endless Gold Pouch' over. Bacon was instantly bursting with joy as he stretched out both hands to receive the 'Endless Gold Pouch'. Little Lord Fokke had already unsheathed that strange icy-blue rapier from his waist, thrusting out like a venomous snake! Old man Bacon's pupils instantly contracted, a black glow instantly formed on his left hand. "Bang!" It shot towards Little Lord Fokke.
Instead, Little Fokke neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the terrifying corrosive magic to strike his right chest. His flesh and clothes instantly emitted faint yellow fumes as they were incinerated with sizzling sounds. Instead, Little Fokke's rapier had mercilessly pierced through the precious' Endless Gold Pouch ', before stabbing into Old Man Bacon's right hand. Instantly, a layer of faint blue ice condensed over his right hand, before rapidly cracking apart!
Old man Bacon howled in agony, unsure if it was because his right arm was completely crippled, or because his' Endless Gold Pouch 'was destroyed. Yet at this moment, the chest that Bacon had brought along emitted an owl's mournful cry, before it rapidly turned red and heated up. Following that, it violently exploded, releasing dense fumes. Old Bacon seized the opportunity to cover his nose and mouth with his remaining left hand as he swiftly fled outside. Yet just as he was about to reach the prison's exit, he felt the ground faintly trembling. Following that, wisps of blue smoke drifted into the air in spirals. A gigantic horse raised its hooves and charged in, before crashing heavily into old Bacon's body. It was that gigantic demon horse, Momore!
After Old Peigan was hit, he flew a full five to six meters away! During his descent, he collided with the solid stairs and protruding walls multiple times. His entire body had at least 70 to 80 bones broken, and his frozen right arm had long shattered like a block of ice. It was broken off at the shoulder, and the fractured section displayed an extremely bizarre purplish contortion. It appeared as though his bones, muscles and blood vessels were congealed together. Fresh blood flowed out from his mouth, dyeing his chest red.
After all, he was only an alchemist and a Dark Magician, and his physique was far from a warrior's standard.
At this moment, Little Lord Fokke's figure emerged from the bottom of the fumes. His hair had already turned white, and upon seeing the gigantic corroded wound on his chest, old Bacon's deathly pale face suddenly revealed a flash of understanding.
"Cough, cough, cough cough …... so, you, you have already forsaken it …..."
Little Lord Fokke's gaze was ice-cold, without a single trace of life.
"I regret to end your life, but the Fokke family does not have a person who goes back on his words. I will bury the 'Endless Golden Pouch' with you."
After hearing those words, Old Peigan's eyes revealed a gratified and joyous expression, before rapidly dissipating. Finally, he died. Little Lord Fokke flipped over and mounted Momore, his long white hair fluttering in the wind. Wherever he passed, a mottled white frost would condense in his wake. His voice sounded as though it had been struck a thousand times in his chest, as it enveloped the entire castle in an unparalleled manner.
"Catique ~ ~ where is he? “
… …..
Gazing at the lazy patrolling guards on the streets, Sheyan was rather astonished. Logically speaking, the Lord's wife's corpse had already been sent into the castle for close to 6 hours, this period of time should be sufficient for anything. Yet Tortuga castle was still as usual. According to the normal procedures of this world, even if they were unable to find the culprit, but after the Lord's wife's death, the hanging of the black veil and firing of the firecrackers was a necessary procedure.
"Could it be …..." A thought flashed across Sheyan's mind. A long period of silence signified a terrifying explosion. Such a slow reaction time could only represent two extremes. One was that the Tortuga castle did not treat the death of the Lord's wife as an important matter. But the other extreme was that the castle master was deeply immersed in his grief. Adding on the fact that he was unable to find the culprit, he had sunk into utter despair. This kind of thinking would lead to crazy destruction and destruction!
Thinking of this, Sheyan immediately realized that choosing to stay here was not a wise choice. Because if the development of the situation was as he had guessed, Tortuga castle was undoubtedly a powder keg that had its fuse lit! The closer he got to the castle, the greater the damage he would receive. If he wanted to completely avoid the risk, then following his previous plan to hide in an unexplored area of the island was undoubtedly the best choice. However, the chaotic situation also meant that there were more opportunities to fish in troubled waters. If Sheyan wanted to fish out a chestnut from the fire, then returning to the Bell and Mug would be the best choice!
The sky gradually darkened, but the bustling Tortuga port was still brightly lit. The air was filled with the aroma of rum and barbecued meat. Sheyan stood at the bow of the Bell and Mug and gazed into the distance. His heart couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about the situation. He could feel that a huge storm was brewing in this port, but when the storm would blow up, he was completely unable to grasp it. This kind of anxious waiting was the most torturous, but Sheyan could not wait, he had no choice but to wait!
In the darkness, a line of fire suddenly ignited! Involuntarily, it made one think of the blood spurting out after a neck was sliced open. Following that, the fire spread out violently, its speed was like a flood, causing one to be speechless. In a blink of an eye, it engulfed all the nearby houses. Obviously the arsonist had already made meticulous arrangements and arrangements.
The fire soared into the sky, a loud muffled sound could be heard from afar. It was as if there were two large hands in the sky, clapping together monotonously.
There was an indescribable grandeur, like a rising tide slowly rising, brewing.
That majestic feeling, it was as if it was going to swallow the entire world!
Under the raging fire, it reflected the sail that seemed to be immersed in the darkness, the slender and extremely beautiful streamlined body of the ship, as well as the chaotic interweaving battle scene.
The two sides of the battle, were shockingly the Tortuga port guards and pirates!
The Black Pearl was ambushed!
Sheyan's eyes blazed with a blazing flame, he took a deep breath, trying to suppress his surging emotions like the waves of the Caribbean sea. At this moment, a large number of pirates had already discovered the abnormality, as they flocked onto the deck, frantically pointing at the distant Black Pearl.
Under the flickering firelight, one could faintly discern that although the pirates of the Black Pearl were resisting tenaciously, due to the sudden ambush, they suffered disastrous casualties, as they retreated step by step in defeat. Yet at this moment, a white haired knight leisurely rode his massive horse over, as he effortlessly boarded the Black Pearl by stepping on the footboard. His appearance even revealed a leisurely feeling, as if he was only here to admire the scenery. But not knowing why, upon seeing this figure, everyone's heart involuntarily emitted a low wail.
An ominous neigh.
"Jack Sparrow, where, are you?" That white haired knight rode on his horse, lowering his head as he spoke with a dull tone. His voice carried a thick nasal sound, as though he had a cold and his nose was stuffed. Even though he was 2-3 km away from the Bell and Mug, but for some reason, everyone here could hear his voice! But the pirates on the Black Pearl did not reply, following that a glaring signal flare was shot into the sky from the ship's bow, exploding in the air with a mournful shriek.
"It's a watchman's signal flare!" A veteran pirate cried out, "The Black Pearl is asking for help!"
The watchman's signal flare was a tool that only British armed merchant ships could use, as long as both parties had a mutual agreement to help each other, they could request for help from their allies in times of emergency. Due to the fact that the Queen of England had issued many privateering licenses to merchant ships, some of the armed merchant ships were even part-time pirates. Towards the later stages, although British ships would occasionally have internal conflicts, they would not go all out. Once they met with external conflicts, they would basically be able to unite and help each other. Therefore, the watchman's signal flare could be used between the government's fleet and the pirates. (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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