At night, the pattering sound of rain was swallowed up by the sound of huge waves, and the splashed waves beat a broken multi mast sailing boat docked on the shore. The skeleton flag soaked at the top of the mast was crazily torn by the wind and waves, making it creaky dumb, just like a group of vultures hovering over the dead body for a long time.
Hunger, revelry, chills!
For the Viking pirate group drifting aimlessly in the East China Sea, the unexpected island means a feast.
The pirate who had been drifting on the sea for half a month was doomed to become a group of hungry beasts at the moment when they set foot on the island. They howled and growled crazily, waving all kinds of inferior but powerful weapons that could kill people. It seemed that they could not vent their pent up depression. This was a complex emotion that they could not understand in their lack of thinking.
"I smell the unique flavor of Berry and the intoxicating aroma of wine. Oh, yes, there are also women's full bodies..." Captain Weiya, wearing a black hat brim, leans on a dark black crutch sword, and his brown boots step by step on the landing point of the crutch sword, Even the dark night could not cover the greed in his eyes: "Oh, yes, I heard your impatient breath. The desire to kill and plunder is roaring in our blood. We are a powerful group of Vikings, and we came to this small island by riding the wind and waves."
Every time Captain Weiya's mobilization order was almost the same, but every time I heard it again, it was still as exciting as the first time. The blood was flowing. The pirates under them held their heavy breath one by one, and their bloodshot eyes became more cruel.
Captain Weiya raised his hat brim and looked at his crew. He did not notice that one of the hidden lips raised a slight arc. It was cold with a trace of ridicule. He was very satisfied and drew out his sword and waved it forcefully on his head, shouting: "Go and bring back all the wealth of this island, my crew, start your carnival!!!"
"Ho ho ho -"
The tranquility of the island was completely broken. Dozens of pirates shouted wildly and scattered, running towards the light in the center of the island.
"Yaerlin, what are you waiting for? Did you burn your brain after a serious illness? If you don't catch up quickly, Bereke will be robbed by others." Fick looked at his closest pirate companion in the Viking pirate group, and his eyes were full of doubts. Since Yaerlin woke up with a high fever two months ago, there has been an unspeakable change, It seems a little dull. Yaerlin always wanted to rush to the first place after the captain gave an order before, but recently, the other side unexpectedly fell behind.
"Damn it!" Fick quickly put his doubts behind him, leaving him anxious because the other pirates had almost disappeared before he knew it, which meant that if there were no accidents, they would have no decent harvest this time, especially after most of the looted wealth had to be handed over to the captain.
"Don't worry, Fick." The hoarse voice with a slight cough seemed to be stuck in the throat with a walnut showing weakness due to lack of middle breath. While speaking, the arc just started by the mouth corner of the voice owner flattened, which was the cold thin lip hidden in the darkness in front, and then gradually revealed a pale, not too much blood face, The blue pupils in the long and narrow eyes reflected Fick's anxious expression, and the scar on the other's face running through the left side of his face was even more ferocious.
"In a hurry, the scar on your face will become even uglier!" Yaerlin licked the wet and white mouth skin soaked by the rain, and started to chase the shadow of the pirate that could still be seen in the distance.
Fick's cheek twitched violently. "Damn bastard, this scar was left for you to block the knife." He ran up and cursed viciously. There was a trace of regret in his eyes, but it was replaced by fierce firmness in the bottom of his heart, "Although we are all ferocious pirates, Yaerlin is my best brother. If he doesn't block a knife for him, Yaerlin's fragile head will be broken. I'll give him a scar for his life. Besides, the more ferocious the pirates are, the more popular they are."
The mood change on Fick's face can't hide from Yaerlin. He gently pursed his lower lip and grinned: "You can get all the Berry you've got later."
"Hum! Rowe, those bastards from Ganxiville are in front of us, and you think they will leave us nothing." If so, Fick still laughs, and he thinks that it is absolutely right to save Yaerlin.
"Rushing fast does not necessarily lead to the most, and falling behind does not mean nothing. The key is to find the target." Yaerlin stopped and looked at the suddenly bright and colorful scenery.
What was bright was the light of flames. Half of the four meter high arch gate at the entrance of the town was burning, and the other half was shrinking and curling. Black smoke gathered on the top of the head along the twisted wood grain. It was clearly wood, but it seemed strange to Yaerlin that it was a burnt and deformed dead person.
There were chaotic wailing and hysterical arrogance of the mob, and the bloody smell that even rain and smoke could not hide. With the howling wind pouring into his mouth and nose, there was no need to enter the town. A picture of hell on earth outlined by blood had clearly emerged in Yaerlin's mind, bright and dazzling.
Even though his hands were stained with many lives and blood in his previous life, Yaerlin still frowned bitterly, while his left hand hidden in the linen glove was tightly clenched, giving off a joint touch, but it seemed that there was another voice in that voice.
More depressing, more depressing, and - urgent!!!
"Target? What do you mean?" Fick didn't understand Yaerlin's meaning. He looked at the men who had been killed in the town, the desperate women who had been dragged to the ground, the children who were kneeling on the ground with blank eyes, and in the middle of that there was a short, skinny, monkey like pirate staring at them coldly. At his feet were bags of bloody Berry.
"The damned Ganxiville must have left us no Berry," Fick shouted.
"Look, here comes the stupid Fick and his diseased child." Ganjiewell kicked away the woman who was kneeling on the ground. Next to the woman was a teenage boy whose eyes were frightened and empty. The poor child was frightened.
"Who are you talking about? You ugly, dirty, shameless, smelly monkey kneeling and licking Lowe chrysanthemums." Fick's retort was vicious, "Oh, my God, Yaerlin, look at Gan Xiwei's cheeks, red as the monkey's buttocks."
"I will kill you
The five pirates around Ganxiville stared at Fick, and they didn't hide their murderous intent. It seemed that they would rush forward to crush Fick and Yaerlin in the next moment.
"Only the captain of the Vikings has the right to execute the crew, and other crew members are not allowed to fight privately. Do you want to be stripped off by the captain and soaked in the sea water?"
A few footsteps came near quickly. At first, one person was as big as a brown bear. He was the second man in the Vikings group, the first mate Luo Wei.
Ganxiville's voice seemed to be stopped suddenly by a male duck with his throat pinched. He seemed to recall some terrible picture in his twinkling pupils, and the faces of several sea thieves around him were also extremely ugly.
In the Viking pirate group, the captain's will cannot be violated. No one dared to challenge the captain's authority head-on, and everyone was unwilling to stop killing.
"Collect all the Berries and drinks, and send them back to the boat in a team. The others spread out in groups and continue to search the town. Don't miss any corner, any piece of Berries." Lowe glanced at Fick coldly, and then swept over Yaerlin without any emotion. It was like looking at two dead people.
Yaerlin did not say a word from beginning to end. He watched Lowe leave with unusual calm eyes, and watched Ganjiewel kill the woman at his feet and leave.
What Ganxiville didn't notice was that when he turned around, a strange black light flashed from Arlin's pupils. He suppressed the dryness in his throat and whispered in a voice that was not human: "It's time to eat!"
