At this time, Little Fokker had already reined in his horse and returned to the port, yelling at the guard:
"You idiots with eyes on the back of your head! Even these scum can do nothing. Go and erect a cross in the port square and nail the bodies of these two damn guys on it to let them know that in the sacred and free Port of Tutuga
The consequences of causing trouble! Their bodies will rot in the sun, and their souls will whisper in pain in the square. Before the clock strikes midnight today, I want to see the remaining criminals also crucified! Quickly!
go!"
After saying this, Little Fokker didn't stop much, and drove the huge demon horse Momol on his crotch, and slowly walked back to the castle that was still smoking black smoke. Looking at his retreating back, he saw the busy port guards and the towering castle in the background.
With the black smoke, Fang Senyan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At this time, he suddenly heard a low-pitched hoarse voice saying: "Strong on the outside but dry on the inside." After hearing this, Fang Senyan showed a meaningful smile on his lips. He couldn't help but turn his head to look, but found that the crowd was chaotic and he couldn't find him.
No matter where the speaker is, you can clearly see that many pirates have secretive and greedy gleams in their eyes.
…
"Little Fogg's behavior is very stupid."
Thirty minutes later, on the bow of the Bell and Wine Glass, Armand stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly. Next to him stood a man wearing a brown hat, who was the navigator Charles. At this time, Charles
I looked very humble in front of Armand, the kind of respect that a servant would have towards his master, even if he had to bow his back when he stepped back.
"This place has enjoyed peace for too long, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes have been fixed on today's riot. If the Fogg family calmly arrests and executes all the criminals, then maybe everyone will still
It would feel like the Fokker family's control over Tutuga Port has not faded yet...but now, hum..."
Armand's eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth hilt of the sword at his waist and murmured:
"However, it would be even worse if Little Fokke didn't show up. Those stupid guards are fine with making small fuss at ordinary times, but once something big happens, they will be like a headless fly scurrying around. If Little Fokke hadn't been there in the beginning,
Riding on that monster horse Momoul and going out to kill people and establish his authority, I'm afraid even those ordinary pirates will be tempted."
Charles slightly raised his head and looked at the Port of Tutuga in the sun. There was greed in his eyes, and of course a slight ambition. The Port of Tutuga is located on the golden route of the Caribbean Sea, and it has been peaceful for seventy years.
The accumulated wealth is probably enough to buy half of Britain. But at this time, the sun was coming to the west, and Armand's shadow covered his body condescendingly. Charles frowned slightly, lowered his eyelids and said calmly:
"Maybe Little Fokker did a very bad job at his job, but we also saw it at the beginning...the power of that gun and that sword plus that horse! As long as these three so-called sacred objects are still there
, no one dares to ignore the former glory of the Falk family!"
A sarcastic smile appeared on Armand's stern face:
"If the entire Fogg family is only supported by those three things that have long belonged to the dead, then it will be its end in the near future. Neither Old Jack, the owner of the Black Pearl, nor Blackbeard, the master of the Queen Anne's Revenge, will
Those who take the Three Sacred Artifacts seriously."
"Old Jack is said to have become the guardian of the code, and he himself is the chief of the American headhunting tribe. Blackbeard has been proficient in the black magic of voodoo ten years ago, and now it is said that he is looking for the Queen Anne's Revenge.
The secret that it has completely turned into a killing machine! If it weren’t for the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, who has always been neutral and ambiguous, Tutuga Port would have been swept away!"
Charles was slightly suffocated. He suddenly realized that Armand had spoken too much today, and the news revealed to him were all secrets that could only be exchanged for blood, heads, and gold pounds. But Armand was deeply moved.
After taking a breath, he continued solemnly:
"The wind in the Caribbean Sea is already filled with the sounds of blood and screams. I feel that there may be big changes in the past few days. I usually don't care about you and Scar Henry, but at this time, the bell and the wine glass number
Everyone in the world must unite and seize this opportunity with great risks and greater benefits!"
Under Armand's hawk-like gaze, Charles naturally did not dare to have any other thoughts besides nodding, but it was difficult to guess what he was thinking.
…
Under the strict orders of the contemporary Lord Fokker, all the guards at Tutuga Port went into action frantically, turning the entire peaceful port into a mess. Fang Sheyan was already a crew member of the Bell and Wine Glass at this time, so naturally
You can just watch from the sidelines. I just feel that although the guards here are quite strong, their quality is worse than that of the urban management. During the arrest, they were extremely rude. They yelled and cursed while asking for bribes. In the end, they casually arrested a few people who seemed to have no way to go.
The tramp who couldn't walk went to pay a favor. Seeing this kind of behavior, it's no wonder that those wolf-like pirates would be dissatisfied. For them, only knives and strength can awe them!
At this time, another dull explosion suddenly came from the street to the west of the port. This sound may be quite unfamiliar to the pirates in the port, but Sheyan could hear it as the explosion of a grenade. There is no doubt that these
The search by the local snake guards still played a certain role, and they should have found the lair of those lurking contractors.
Fang Senyan was standing on the hillside in the distance, so he could clearly see that two old and outdated houses in the port shook unwillingly twice and collapsed, stirring up dust all over the sky.
Five or six figures fled separately, but there were less than three guards surrounding the place, and they were obviously at a loss. The people who kept coming for reinforcements from a distance were still hundreds of meters away.
So naturally, a chase drama started again. The pirates in the port had no intention of helping the citizens. Instead, they laughed nearby. There were many people watching, whistling and even applauding. Fang Senyan
Seeing this scene, my heart moved slightly, and I immediately saw the direction and rushed over. Not long after, a contractor who was running out of breath and the Tutuga Port guard chasing after him appeared.
ahead.
The appearance of this contractor is not much different from that of ordinary pirates. He has dark skin and the appearance of a man between thirty and fifty years old. His messy hair is wrapped in a black turban, and the cheap shell necklace around his neck has been thrown away.
Behind his back, he was wearing a close-fitting burlap shirt, his trousers were made of gray-black linen with clear dust on them, and his feet were stockings and tattered felt shoes. He was breathing heavily, and every few steps he ran
He looked back in panic, obviously feeling very uneasy, and there was even fear in his eyes.
There is no doubt that running at high speed while going up the mountain is very exhausting. Therefore, the contractor's running speed began to slow down significantly, and the distance between him and the guards at the rear was getting closer and closer. Fang Sheyan said:
The guard who was following closely behind used his insight ability and obtained first-hand attribute information:
"Dice" Kurtz
Tutuga Port Level II Guard
Height 5 feet 7 inches, weight 73kg
Strength 7 points
Agility 8 points
Physical strength 5 points
Perception 11 points
Charm 7 points
Intelligence 3 points
Spirit 6 points
Basic melee level 1, basic endurance level 1
Level II guard special passive ability: Group lv1. For guards who are accustomed to collective life, if allies are nearby, their strength will be greatly improved. Whenever there is an additional ally around, all personal attributes will be increased by 10
, up to 100.
Level II guard's special passive ability: Tenacity lv1. Increases the upper limit of health by an additional 200 points.
While Fang Senyan was browsing the attributes of the guard, the contractor had already plunged into the semi-abandoned shack area halfway up the mountain - the same place where Fang Senyan was when he first entered the world. It was obvious that the contractor realized that he was about to be chased.
He wanted to use the complex terrain to get rid of his opponent. Fang Senyan first turned around and looked at the port below. It was as he expected: the three reinforcements from the rear were very relieved about the battle situation here - it should be because
Only because of the 1v1 situation here - so they chased after the other contractors in the direction where they fled. Fang Senyan watched this series of things happen, with an unpredictable smile on his lips, and then slowly walked through the building
The hidden objects slowly approached the shack area.
Probably after entering the shack area with complex terrain, "Dice" Kurtus began to feel something was wrong, so when he caught up with the contractor, he pulled out the sailor sword from his waist and threw it.
As a result, it hit the enemy's thigh very accurately, and screams suddenly broke out. The contractor rolled on the ground, still staggering and crawling forward to escape.
But he soon realized that something was wrong. He turned around and saw "Dice" Kurtus behind him, smiling ferociously with his hands folded in front of his chest. He followed step by step, and the sailor sword that played the Kung Fu was also caught.
He picked it up again and hung it around his waist. It looked no different from a cat playing with a mouse.
The contractor gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his waist with desperate eyes, and shouted loudly: