"Boom!" Zhang Chao only spit out one word, and in an instant, the invisible sound wave spread, and suddenly countless razorfish were crumbled into meat sauce, but the blood stained the sea red, as if stimulants had made the marine predators even more crazy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oops, miscalculated. Zhang Chao sighed, he was still not used to the power of his dragon, and he should use the power of the dragon decisively at this time.

I saw him let out a low and melodious roar, and suddenly the fish seemed to be thrown into a thunderbolt, and in an instant, countless fish shook their heads and tails, and quickly retreated backwards.

Long Wei is surprisingly easy to use - but although the dragon is powerful, it has never been the overlord of the world, and in fact, many adult dragons are cautious in the human world.

Some of the mighty prove their prowess by slaying dragons, others trying to become the legendary noble dragon knights, and many of them are eager for the dragons' riches, whether it's their scales and blood, or the treasures they treasure in their caves.

Soon, Zhang Chao paid the price for his recklessness - although Bilgewater is small, but in the end, it is a force, even if more than 99.9% of the people are scum, at least there is a very powerful hero here, her name is Eloy.

In the distant mountains, in the ancient and solemn temple, a burly woman walked out step by step, wearing a heavy and cumbersome sacrificial robe at first glance, and her face was painted with rich totems.

In her left hand, the oval statue of the god she was carrying all the time, and her dark green gemstone pupils shimmered with a rich light.

Her name is Aloy, a devout follower and landwalker of Naga Kapolos, the Serpent Mother.

The legend of the Mother Serpent is as long as Lady Eloy's years in Bilgewater.

"Dear Lady Beard, what's going on there?" whispered the temple guard.

The guards of the Temple of the Mother Snake have been selected by the strict Aloi himself, and each one of them has been infused with divine power, in fact, their average strength has reached the peak of silver - with the power of the gods, it is not impossible to break through to the gold level in a short period of time.

But they are flawed substitutes after all, because in the golden temple where the Mother of Serpents was born, there are countless middle and low-level sacrifices countless times more powerful than them who serve the great Naga Kapolos giant god.

"Interesting thing. "Aloy's voice was rough, without a hint of femininity, as vast and vast as the sea.

The guards bowed their heads deeply, their thick and powerful hands clenched Changge, as if the night of the eclipse of the soul was coming, although it seemed that they were still repeating the boring life as always, but all of them knew that the moment of life and death was coming.

The guards watched as their thought Lady Beard descended the mountain path and resumed their work, wondering what would make Lady Bearded leave the temple and go to the sewed city-state again.

......

Planck's face was a little gloomy: "It seems that with the passage of time, too many people have forgotten my majesty. ”

He watched the shards of the brig drift away, and he wasn't sure if the damn peep was dead, so his mood grew more and more manic.

"Captain!" said his first mate, the scarred pirate, with a delicate box in his hand, in which a smiling damned cat was laughing at his stupidity.

Bang - HelloKitty's doll has been beaten to the ground, and Planck's anger has reached its peak.

He walked up to Trist at once, crouched down, and stared at him with gloomy eyes.

"Hey man, I don't know anything, I still had something in it when I brought it. Trist's mouth was a little knotted, and he finally understood why he always had some uneasy feelings in his heart, it turned out that he and Grandma's stupid big man had become the backstabber!

He looked at Graves again, and the guy was as tough as ever, "Don't look at me, it doesn't have anything to do with me, I haven't touched that thing all the time." ”

Planck looked at Trist again, Graves he didn't understand, but Trist he had heard of - a treacherous and cunning gambler, and he didn't think his words were half credible,

Trist felt like crying, if he had known that there was nothing in it, then he might as well have used his trick to get out of this place of right and wrong.

"It really has nothing to do with me!"

"Hehe-" Planck bared his yellowed teeth and laughed a little madly, "Actually, young man, I just want to get some due, insignificant, respect that everyone deserves from me!"

He stood up, his majestic eyes scanning his men like a lion patrolling his territory, and opened his sleepy eyes.

"And you trampled on it and on my head. It's simply unforgivable!"

"Have you forgotten how I got to this position decades ago?"

He raised the black gun in his hand, thumping like a thunderous war drum.

"Hey Mr. Planck, give you a suggestion to take out this treacherous and cunning fellow first. Graves looked nonchalant, in fact all he had on his mind was revenge - he had no other purpose in life.

Planck suddenly turned around: "Hehe, are you kidding me?"

He smiled and said to the first mate next to him, "Go, ring the bell." ”

The crowd walked along the pier trestle thinking about the Abyss, and when the two brothers were thrown onto the deck and beaten up, a melodious bell rang out on the ship—yes, a melodious bell.

Graves even narrowed his eyes, admiring the bells and the sight of the money that Trist had won and had come up to punch and kick him.

"Hehe, you're so beautiful now!" said Graves to Trist as the crowd dispersed.

Trist's fancy hat had been taken from him, his clothes were in tatters, and there were many stinking footprints clearly on the piece facing Graves.

Trist was silent, and didn't pay attention to Graves's stubble at all, but Graves was complacent: "I think the guy who kicked you must not have washed his feet, maybe he just stepped on a bubble of stinky ****." ”

The bells rang into the city, and a few moments later countless bells rang around Bilgewater, and the people were boiling, whether they were small traders or gang members, who were shouting and rushing to the pier outside the city, and the sacrifice that had not been held for a long time began again, and it was a real spectacle. (To be continued.) )