At this point, Brad trembled slightly, closed his eyes and pulled his hair with his hands: "What I experienced during the day made me have nightmares when I fell asleep at night, and the funny thing is that I thought I was fearless before, but now I think it's so stupid." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What the hell is going on?" Zheng Fei furrowed his brows, very curious.

"Do you know why I don't eat meat?" Brad gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to ease the fear in his heart, "Because, they eat people." ”

"Cannibals?" Zheng Fei chuckled in his heart, isn't this something that only appears in primitive indigenous tribes, although Casablanca is not a large port, it is definitely a civilized city.

"No, they don't eat people because of ignorance, but on purpose, war and suffering have turned them into a bunch of devils, and all the goodness that once existed in their hearts has been erased, leaving only the desire for revenge and a cruel personality. ”

Brad rubbed his eyebrows: "They like to eat living people, and every once in a while they go to the sea to catch fishermen or small groups of pirates, cut open the chest of the captives with a scimitar and dig out the heart, and send it to the mouth with blood. ”

At this time, Zheng Fei felt sick to his stomach, and hurriedly waved his hand to tell him to stop talking.

In order to distract himself, Zheng Fei took a sip of wine, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath.

"What, can't you stand it?" Brad's face was heavy and he inhaled: "The white bones all over the ground are left by the captives, do you imagine, how many people did they eat?"

"Dalbeda is the art of grief, but they don't know that the saddest thing is themselves. Zheng Fei sighed faintly and eased his senses.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"They're Arabs, how can you understand the language of those people?"

"One of them was a guy who knew Latin, the one who was said to be able to communicate with God. ”

"Oh..."

Zheng Fei didn't ask anything more, his arms were on the railing, staring at the sea thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking?" asked Brad curiously, since he learned the identity of Zheng Fei's traverser, he especially wanted to know more about Zheng Fei's thinking and see what people from the future were thinking.

"What else could there be, of course, the Fountain of Youth. Zheng Fei shrugged and smiled, "I want to find it." ”

"Can you give me a bite when you find it?"

"Of course, but you have to promise me to keep this matter a secret, the less people know about it, the better, I believe that no one can resist the temptation of eternal life, a small fountain of youth, enough to make our fleet a plate of scattered sand, and even upset the whole world. ”

"I understand. Brad nodded earnestly, muttered for a moment, and continued, "But where are you going to start?"

"You know this better than I do. Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows.

"It's also ~ then I think that if you want to know more about the Fountain of Youth, you must first find the person who can communicate with God. But I think he's just playing tricks, and if the existence of the Great Magician Merlin is a bit of a possibility, then God—" Brad shook his head in unwavering disbelief.

"Maybe there is, but don't forget what you said before, the world may not be as simple as we think. ”

"Maybe. Brad Nunu mouth.

Looking back at the island, Zheng Fei narrowed his eyes with a sharp gaze.

"Then I'll go and gather the knight legion to land on the island right now and capture that man. ”

Who would have thought, Brad hurriedly stopped.

"Don't!"

"Why?"

"A group of devils who are so mad that they eat the living alive, their faith has long been firm to the point of paranoia, and you know better than I am the power of faith, and if you force it to ask, you will never get the right answer. ”

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Fei nodded helplessly: "That's right, then what do you suggest?"

Brad lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly.

"As you always do, lie. ”

"I ......" Zheng Fei wanted to speak and stopped, he wanted to refute it, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to be really a big fool, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Half an hour later.

Four thousand Spartan warriors landed one after another, and in the sunlight, their armor and spears emitted a scorching brilliance, and they looked ahead with their heads held high, as if every pore on their bodies was telling the world what a true warrior was.

Zheng Fei is going to have a "friendly consultation" with those people on the island, considering the other party's murderous nature, of course, bodyguards are indispensable.

He chose Sparta, which made the knights jealous and drooped their heads listlessly.

"Chief Bert, why didn't the Commander choose us?"

"Because we're not strong enough. Bert stood on the deck, sighing, his eyes flashing with fire.

"Practice, brave knights! Only if we are willing to sweat, we will definitely be able to surpass those warriors!"

Inspire, inspire, for the glory of the knights.

They spontaneously formed teams and ran around the deck, practicing grappling over and over again, and at this time, they worked harder than anyone else.

Sadly, they don't know that there is such a thing as blood.

Spartan warriors, irreplaceable.

Escorted by 4,000 people, Zheng Fei and Brad once again crossed the jungle and trekked for a long time to the edge of the basin where 10,000 people prayed.

The men were still praying, kneeling on their knees and prostrating deeply, their mouths repeating over and over again: Dar Beida is the art of sorrow.

Everything was so peaceful, and they were immersed in fantasy and belief that they didn't notice the uninvited guest landing on the island.

And beneath their calm exterior lies a heart that is extremely fanatical, or rather, it is just a piece of meat for them, and they have long forgotten what the heart is.

"Look, the one at the front is. Brad said.

Following his guidance, through the telescope, Zheng Fei saw a gray-haired old man, seventy or eighty years old, but kneeling on the ground with the others, his back swaying.

Zheng Fei bowed his head and whispered a few words to the Spartan warrior beside him.

......

The Arabs in prayer suddenly felt something strange and looked up one after another, only to see the birds in the jungle above the basin suddenly rise up, fluttering their wings and circling in the air like stings.

Just as they were muttering, a sudden cry resounded through the sky.

“%#……%&%&……%”

It was a language they did not understand, exclusive to the shouts of the Spartan legions before they charged.

The Arabs in prayer suddenly felt something strange and looked up one after another, only to see the birds in the jungle above the basin suddenly rise up, fluttering their wings and circling in the air like stings.

Just as they were muttering, a sudden cry resounded through the sky.

“%#……%&%&……%”

It was a language they did not understand, exclusive to the shouts of the Spartan legions before they charged.