"this..."

Next to Treasure Island, around the sea of ​​gold coins under the feet of Murry Dongfeng, there are frozen troll bones everywhere. As long as the immortal pirates dare to approach him, they will be instantly frozen by invisible magic.

The old mage, who is not astonishingly, acts like a god who controls the howling north wind.

But even when he saw that the Pirate King's flagship was slashed by Black, he really showed a shocked expression.

He really doubted that Black had been pretending to be weak in front of him before, and this knife cut a ship open? Is this something a high-level assassin could do?

Or is he actually a legendary warrior?

No wonder he was able to block the Nagfal alone before...

But a few minutes later, the old mage's suspicion disappeared.

Because he saw Garona appearing from the shadow, carrying Black, who was soaked and embarrassed, and stepped onto the coast of Treasure Island.

"Hu, Hu"

The pirate who had just made a feat was lying on the sea of ​​gold coins at this moment, breathing in big mouths, but he is now in a state of dead spirits, and breathing is useless.

All I can say is that he was frightened by the knife he had just now.

"This Zemran's ship is too unsolid! Haven't he repaired his ship well in the past seven thousand years?"

Black lay there, cursing Zemran for not worthy of becoming a pirate.

But Garona and the half-lich beside him looked at him with a strange look. Black knew why they were looking at him so weird.

Because the knife just now was out of place.

In layman's terms, it has broken through the limits that mortals should have.

The legendary warrior may be able to destroy such a ship in a short time, but he will definitely not be as easy and freehand as Black had before.

That is the power of "non-humanity".

"I was careless and couldn't dodge it."

The pirate sat cross-legged on the sea of ​​gold coins, and did not look at the chaotic battlefield behind him. He shook his clothes, threw out the cold sea water, and looked at the broken wounds on his body.

Fortunately, I am now the body of the dead and will not die because of blood.

Otherwise, when the ship shattered in the shadow explosion just now, Black, who had lost his strength with one knife, would be afraid that he would be killed by the power that he could not control at all.

In the character card status bar, the shaky "serious injury" represents how dangerous the situation just now was.

For example, the shot he had sniped Gugar before also fired legendary power, but the guns with insufficient material could not bear it at all, and the bullets flew out and exploded.

Black's body is in this "explosion" state.

The moment the demigod hit him with one blow, he completely lost his strength. The power of the shadow should have dissipated when he was slashing Zemran's head, but it lost control and destroyed the ship.

If Garona hadn't snatched the hook lock quickly and pulled him back from the brutal shadows that had been spewing into the sea from the bursting ship that had fallen into the sea, he wouldn't have been seriously injured now.

"I owe you another life. The debt between us is considered to be a new repayment."

The pirate raised his head, smiled at Garona on his shriveled face, raised his hand, and made a "pause" action in an interlaced manner.

He said to the legendary assassin and the half-lich:

"Don't ask too much, okay? Each of us should have our own 'little secret'. You just need to know that this kind of power will not be used to hurt you, ok?"

Merry Dongfeng and Garona looked at each other.

The old master shook his head and said earnestly:

“We spellcasters, in the apprenticeship of learning magic, will always be taught tirelessly by our mentors to not blindly pursue those forces that we cannot control ourselves.

Not because of poor strength.

But because of uncontrolled power, before destroying others, the first thing you will hurt will be yourself."

Garona hugged her arms, and after the old mage finished speaking, she also said to Black in a quiet tone:

"You have seen Gul'dan's fate with your own eyes. Do you want to be the next one? The attack you just now almost ruined yourself and almost implicated me.

You should be very glad that Bonsandy's curse power helped you."

"I know, I understand, I'm careless."

Black, who had always been at a loss, bowed his head and admitted his mistake like a primary school student who had been taught a lesson at this moment, but soon, he grinned again and took out something from his waist bag behind him.

Shaking in front of the two people.

"I got this! We won."

"Put me down! You stupid rat! Bonsandy lied to you, it would not give you anything except despair! It was a shameless liar!"

The one who was in Blackty's hand was Zemran's head.

There is no doubt that when the Pirate King was alive, he had entered the realm of legend, which can be seen from the back and forth he fought with Garona on the deck.

But his legendary body has decayed in time and curse.

This half-life and half-death state prevented him from dying due to injuries, but it greatly weakened his combat effectiveness. After all, the muscles in his body have decayed, so how could he still have the power to give birth to legends?

More importantly, Zemran has not fought for thousands of years.

Bonsandy's curse not only distorted his legendary body, but also distorted his spirit and will, making him become stingy, tyrannical and mad, but also made him forget the capital for a pirate to settle down.

He spent too much time collecting those treasures and staying with his cursed treasures.

He has gone from the forbidden pirate king in that forgotten era to the current slut and miser who is timid and furious.

Black remembers it very clearly that in the game, this guy with a very terrible origin is not even an elite monster...

Any novices player can torture him ten thousand times.

"Shut up, your howling is so terrible."

Black carried the hair that was not left on Zemran's head and shook the troll skull that was as dry as skinny as a bone in his hand.

He held this thing and said to the two people in front of him:

"Bonsandy's demon spirit is in his soul, turning into the immortal eternal curse, and his existence is the node that maintains that curse.

As long as you pull out the demon spirit of the God of Death from his soul, the curse will be cured without medicine.

We can also take away these treasures smoothly without worrying about any sequelae.

Well, I think I might have auditory hallucinations…”

The pirate grinned and showed a shriveled and weird smile. He pointed to his head and said:

"I seemed to hear the old Buang Sandy's urging, asking me to finish the last step quickly and use that magic spirit to hedge the curse that Hela left in my soul.

It tells me that as long as I do that, I will get precious freedom.”

"But you won't listen to it, right?"

Merry Dongfeng looked at the head of the troll Pirate King in Black's hand, and he said:

"You won't be stupid and you will destroy your last hope with your own hands, right?"

"Of course, I'm a pirate!"

Black stood up hard, and he glanced at Zemran's head in his hand, his mouth full of dirty words, and the crazy Zemran was waiting for his gray eyes at this moment.

The human pirate whispered:

"I won't be honest in doing a deal. Besides, that bastard, Death, said he wanted to help me, but he didn't even want to give me a contract...

It just wants to have sex with me for free!

It just treats me as a free account-taking warrior... It's not that simple! I will tell it with practical actions that my gift is not that easy to get!

Listen, Zemran.”

Black looked at the head in his hand, and he stared at the eyes. It had decayed to lose all its reason and strength, leaving only a humble shadow of the past.

He said to Zemran:

"I want to trick Lao Bonsandy hard. I want to use its power to get my freedom while making it heart-wrenching. But to do this, I have to know what deal did you make with Bonsandy back then?

Look, it hurts you so badly.

You're dead today.

But I think that death, which is nearly seven thousand years late, may be a kind of merciful relief for you.

I need you to help me!"

"Help you?"

Zemran's head screamed and scolded:

"You bastard tried to kill me! You also tried to steal all my treasures! You damn mouse, you lowly bastard, you humiliated me and squeezed out my final value!

You are not trying to free me!

You just treat me as a sword that stabs Bonsandy... You and Bonsandy are all the guys! Bah! They are bastards who should go to hell! I curse you!

I curse you to encounter the same fate as me!
To be continued...