The slaughter continued, and the old man's desperate resistance aroused the anger in the hearts of the pirates, and they acted even more recklessly, and the women fell into the dusty streets, and in an instant they were pulled up and dragged to the boat, the gold bracelets on their wrists and ankles "jingling" in the battlefield, and their blue eyes were clouded with layers of heavy soot.

"You bastards!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, the woman who fell to the ground raised her head in surprise, and on the towering building, people only saw a shadow, and the woman's bright Mu Zi like the sky suddenly burst out with a burst of light.

"Lord Klockdahl—" The woman silently read the man's name, tears streaming down her face, and she got up and shouted at the shadow of the tall building.

"Lord Klockdahl!"

"Klockdahl... Is it Crockdahl..."The people lying on the ground looked up, trembling, their eyes staring in one direction, their eyes full of anticipation and happiness.

"It's Klockdahl!"

"Are you really here?"

"Huh?" some unknown pirates looked up strangely, only to see a man in a mink coat looking down at them at the highest point on the gray-green floor.

"Klockdahl?" the leading pirate ripped a knife flower, touched his chin with one hand and muttered, "Could it be that the king is from the Seven Martial Seas..."

"Klockdahl... Klockdahl..."

The man's name is always in the crowd, and people silently recite the man's name, and the mood gradually rises, as if just pronouncing the man's name will be redeemed, and in a way, the man has become their patron saint.

"Klockdahl..."

"Shut up, stupid people!" Crocodall waved his hand, bringing up a cloud of smoke and sand, "I'm just here to take the pirate's head!"

"That's great," a young girl stared in the direction of the man with her hands held high.

"That being said, you've saved us every time..."

"Lord Klockdahl..."

"Long live Klockdahl!"

"Long live Klockdahl!"

...

Da-da-da-da!

Da-da-da-da!

The heavy sound of horses' hooves gradually entered the town, and the leading man glanced up in the direction of the town and muttered:

"Damn... Did you get preempted by that guy again?"

...

"The patron saint of Alabastan!"

"King of the Desert!"

"Long live Klockdahl!"

On the other side, the emotions of the civilians were still high, and they all got up from the ground, raised their hands in the air, and shouted at the men, ignoring the pirates.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha." The man smiled strangely, and his right hand stroked the left hand made of the golden hook, showing a look of relief.

"Well... Call me whatever you want, anyway, don't try to mess around in this country!

The man tilted his head, revealing hanging gold earrings, a hideous scar crossed his face, his hair was deep and more black inky purple, and there was not a trace of dust on his black gauze coat, which was fluttering in the wind.

"Hey, you're underestimating us!" the pirates looked in the direction of the man, shaking the tip of their knives, and many of the men with muskets pulled out their butts, the muzzles facing the man's direction.

"Are you alone trying to deal with all of us!"

"Sell your soul to the government's lackeys for the sake of power!" shouted the leading pirate, "what kind of hero does such a guy want to pretend!"

"Hey, hey..."Klockdahl looked at the leading man, and the golden hook in his left hand pointed in the direction of the man, and said, "If you don't want to die, surrender quickly." ”

"Idiot! That guy is just pretending! Don't let him fool you!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him and everything in this town will be ours!"

"Uh-oh!"

"Hey, are you just a bunch of fools at the end of the day? Klockdahl shook his head helplessly, and jumped down from a height, a hundred-meter-high building, the man's glasses didn't blink, and his body fell as lightly as sand and dust in the wind.

Sincere...

Klockdahl landed in front of the leading pirates, and the pirates hurriedly set up their swords and guns, and the muskets were aimed at the man's head, and the man at the head looked like he was winning.

"So—" Klockdahl shook his head, and was about to strike, when the pirates, who were already ready to attack, had already stabbed their knives into the man's body.

"Hahaha!" the lead pirate laughed, "what a big-tailed wolf!

"So, ignorance is terrible. Klockdahl didn't seem to be affected by the crowd at all, and with a knife stuck in his body, he twisted the neck of the leading man and laughed contemptuously.

"The gap between pirates and pirates is not something you can imagine, idiot!"

Hula!

Klockdahl laughed wildly, centered on the man, and suddenly rolled up a sandstorm, and before the pirates could react, the sandstorm had already devoured everyone.

The sand was like having eyes, and it only shot at the pirates, perfectly bypassing the civilians, and after the dust, the pirates disappeared, but the civilians looked at the man who was still standing in the center of the field with an excited face.

"Klokdal!"

"Klokdal!"

The crowd was even more excited, Krokdal didn't even have the heart to greet people, he waved his hand back as a signal, and his broad back faced the wind and sand, and after a while, he disappeared.

...

Half a minute later, a group of cloaked men reached the edge of the town, and they were still far away from hearing the shouts of the people.

"Klokdahl! Klokdahl!"

"Klokdal!"

The crowd refused to disperse, looking at the direction of the man's departure, and the voice rose higher and higher.

The man at the head glanced in the direction of the people, couldn't feel a trace of the man's shadow, sighed, and waved back.

"Let's go, it seems to have been settled. ”

"Is it Klockdahl again..."

"Well..."

...

Kingdom of Alabastan, Palace.

"It's preempted again!"

The man led by Fang Cai half-knelt in front of the king, bowing his head and asking for instructions, and there was also a swordsman in white who was also half-kneeling beside him, and the two faced the king, bowing their heads, not daring to look into the man's eyes.

"By the time we arrived in Naha, Klockdal was..."

"Yes. Before the man could finish speaking, the king waved his hand lightly and nodded.

"Anyway, it's good that the people are okay. ”

"It's just bothering him again. ”

The man has a national face, a beard on his chin, and his face is wrinkled, but his eyes are still clear, and from a distance, he looks as majestic as a statue.

He was the king of Alabastan, Naphilutali Kobra.

"Ahh

"I probably know everything, so go down. ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Soon the hall became silent and deserted, the king waved his hand again, and the guards who stood on one side also nodded and walked out, and the king stood in the empty hall, quietly looking in the direction of the dome, and muttered:

"Vivi... My child..."

...