Robb stared at the dark hole, somehow a little fear felt in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ferocity of the savage just now was completely different from what the pirates had described, and it didn't seem to be as easy to deal with as everyone said, and he could tell from Captain Barria's frowning brow that this time, he was probably in trouble.

The two pirates who failed to succeed glared at Robb as they passed by him, as if to say, "Look, you kid is good-looking!"

Robb's heart was sudden, and he was targeted by these two vicious guys, and he might not have a good time on the ship in the future.

"Damn-" Not daring to make much of a move, for fear of attracting the attention of the other pirates, Robert Robert frustrated and gently waved the worn-out scimitar in his hand "Roland".

Roland is a hero who has been passed down among the folk of the Kingdom of Fran, and Robb gave his scimitar this name, precisely because he thought that one day, he could also get ahead like that well-known hero, no matter good or bad, as long as he got ahead.

Robb, who was originally full of expectations and ready to make a contribution, went straight to the pinnacle of pirates, was hit by reality.

The savage, known as the "two-legged gold", was particularly difficult to deal with, rubbing his lower abdomen, until now he was still enduring the feeling of his stomach churning, and he couldn't resist vomiting, he was really afraid that if he attracted attention at this time, he would become Barria's punching bag.

Not only did he not take credit, but he also angered the old pirate on the ship, which was really a nightmare for a newcomer, and Robb tried to pinch his ears to wake up, but Barria's roar completely shattered his ridiculous daydreaming thoughts and summoned him back to reality.

"These damn savages and dwarfs...... These damn ......" Barria looked at the dark cave with red eyes, cursing incessantly, Robb was really worried that he would drag one of his men and slash at any moment, so he subconsciously took a step back.

"Someone - go to the boat for Lao Tzu to fetch the sickle and firewood. The angry captain roared, and immediately two pirates turned and ran to the ship.

"The captain is trying to smoke them out—" Robb thought silently, the savages they had encountered were also clever, hiding in such a narrow cave, the entrance of which only allowed two people to pass side by side, so that the pirates could not storm it.

"But if it's smoked, there's probably nowhere to escape. Robb imagined that these people could be regarded as pushing themselves to a dead end, and if they didn't insist at the beginning, how good would it be to scatter and flee for their lives?

However, Robb didn't have much to worry about the wild man in the cave now, and his heart was inexplicably irritable at this time, as if countless flies and bees were "buzzing" and flying in his brain, and they couldn't stop screaming.

He had this irritability every time he had encountered danger before, and in the dark, narrow alleys of Worms, it had saved his life more than once.

So he was extremely sure that he was going to be in trouble.

Taking a small step back, keeping as far distance as possible from his fellow pirates, Robb looked at the angry red-faced captain and swept past his fellow pirates with fierce spirits, and the thought of retreating once again popped into his mind.

When even the accomplices around him made his heart tremble, Robb realized that he was really afraid of death.

Although he once made a bold statement when he was drunk in the tavern, saying that he wanted to make a name for himself on the sea, he realized that he was too small for the sea when he stepped on the pirate ship.

What comes to mind is no longer the appearance of dominating the South China Sea, but the endless flat fields of his hometown of France.

The plain nourished by the Green River is his hometown, growing up in the beautiful and rich northeast of France, Robb, who grew up near the city of White Lake, once again recalls the magnificent scenery of his hometown.

The green and clear rivers and the sparkling rivers of the Bright Fields meet at the White Lake, and the clever Franks built the White Lake City around the lake.

It was a beautiful city like a bright moon falling into the world, with white-walled walls, ivory-like corner towers, suspension bridges of various shapes spanning it, and the fiery red and bright fox flag of Lefeble's house, forever flying on the island in the middle of the lake, constituting the best scene in Robb's memory.

Even the bustling Uptown of Worms, for so many years, had never been compared to his hometown in his heart - they were not worthy.

For the first time, Robb wanted to throw away the scimitar in his hand, and said to himself, "his Roland, go to his prominence, go to his pirate career, I want to go back, go back to Fran, go back to the edge of White Lake City, stay there until I die, and never leave again." ”

At this moment, however, a terrible wolf howl interrupted the young pirate's recollection, and the humming in his mind came to an abrupt end, except for a long howl that came one after another, as if from far and near.

The pirates raised their heads and looked up at the cliffs and the tidal flats, and looked around, as if searching for the source of this desolate and mournful cry.

One after another, the wolf howl made Robb's heart chill, it was the first time he had heard such a dense wolf howl, not in Worms, not in Fran, this time, Robb's heart was a little numb.

The sun didn't know when it was secretly descending, and it was getting darker and darker, and Robb looked up to find that tonight was covered with dark clouds, and there was no starlight at all, only a quarter moon dimly revealing half of his shy face in the clouds.

"It's a good time to kill people and set fires. He thought to himself, but the pirate who had gone to fetch the scythe and firewood had not yet returned, and the howl of the wolf still lingered in people's ears, as if calling out to the Netherworld.

Robb couldn't help but think of the legend of the Farrans, who said that the wolf's wail was to bewitch the dead who had passed away, leading them to the point of no return to hell.

"Shhh

Barria was impatient, and the incessant howling of the wolves made his mood even more irritable, and he snorted angrily and waved the scimitar in his hand with frozen blood a few times, and roared as if venting:

"Damn the beasts, when I kill all the damned savages and dwarves, I'll slaughter you—"

The captain's words were shouted extremely loudly, but Robb softened his feet at the first time, and he felt goosebumps roll up on his body, and the cool air rushed out from his back and rushed straight to his scalp.

I wanted to turn around and run to the boat, but I found that my legs were numb and I didn't listen to him at all.

Only then did the other pirates see what Robb saw, and they also began to tremble, their legs and stomachs trembled, and some of them lowered their voices in a tone that seemed to alarm the gods, but they could not suppress the fear in their hearts, and stammered:

"Ship, captain...... Wolf...... There's a wolf—"

Barria turned his head and looked at the tidal flats to his left, his cheeks changing color for a moment.

The dark green wolf pupils, glowing with fierce light in the dark night, the size of a copper bell, are simply terrifyingly large, and it is not difficult to imagine what a huge body is hidden behind these pupils.

One by one, as if the devouring ghost fire floating in mid-air would pounce at any moment, Baria could not count how many there were, only to feel that the beach was full of miserable green, miserable green light.

"It's over...... Barria shuddered and moved his lips, but he realized that he couldn't say a word at all.