The gray and black undead ghost fog gradually filled, completely obscuring this ghost fleet, obscuring all the inquiring eyes of the outside world.

"Captain Barbossa, do you want to make a face?" Muria held the Prison Halberd, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the big lich with the triangular captain's hat in front of him, "I haven't reached the legend yet, are you embarrassed to make a move on me?"

"It's okay, you weren't a legend before, but now you are. Barbossa's crystal hand bones opened, and he took out a ridiculous-looking clown mask and threw it at Muria.

"What is this?" asked Muria as she reached out to catch the clown mask, rolled over her eyes, and frowned.

"The Clown Emperor's mask. Barbossa pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist, "Bring it, you can disguise yourself as a legend and unleash a legendary-level dragon power!"

"A magical artifact that is useless to a legendary. Muria tossed the mask in her hand twice and commented.

"It works for me now!" Barbossa glared at Muria, "Take it, you're a legendary ancient dragon." ”

"Tsk, then you are really calculating, I have become an ancient dragon with a hidden aura. And then after you find out, show your true strength, clash with you, drag you and your fleet here, so that you can't rescue Bryant, right?" Muria stared at the big skeleton in a pirate suit in front of him.

"Clever, worthy of being a descendant of Timos, he guessed my intentions at once. Barbossa twitched the long knife at his waist and held it in front of him, the snow-white and bright blade reflecting Muria's young face on one side and his own crystal skull with the blue soul fire on the other.

"Do you know my grandfather?" Muria raised an eyebrow, not too surprised, after all, this thing was a great lich who had lived for tens of thousands of years, and it was not surprising to know his maternal grandfather Timos.

"I will never forget your grandfather in another 10,000 years. After looking at the long knife in his hand for a while, Barbossa slowly lowered the knife and put it on Muria's neck, "Grandson of Timos, be honest, obediently put on a mask and do as I say." ”

"What did my grandfather do to you?" Muriyah glanced at the long knife on his shoulder, then ignored it, "I think you hate the way he looks?"

"Boy, do you think I won't dare to kill you?" Seeing Muria's calm expression, Barbossa let out a somewhat annoyed soul voice and warned, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

"Didn't you feel the breath that flashed in the sky just now?"

"What if you feel it?"

"I feel it, and I don't take the knife away. Muria tapped his finger on the blade on his shoulder, "Don't use this shoddy threat against me. The dragon king is watching from above, you can try to move me, what will be the consequences!"

"Hmph!" Barbossa sheathed his sword, "My Necromantic Council's Ghost Master is up there, too." ”

"We're different!" Muriyah glanced at and said lightly, "Tell me, what did my grandfather do to you?"

“......”

"If you name it, I'll put on a mask. ”

"Your grandfather used a very despicable and shameful method to trap my eighty-seven ghost ships. Barbossa spoke in a voice of utter rage, "This is the ghost ship I painstakingly collected from the bottom of the sea. ”

"It's just eighty-seven ships, isn't it?" Muria was puzzled, remembering the ghostly steel fleet he had seen earlier, "This amount is not worth mentioning for the total number of ghost ships you have!"

"The ships that your grandfather stole are the eighty-seven largest ships in my fleet, all of which are the main flagships. Ghost Captain Barbossa said in hatred, "The smallest one is bigger than the one under your feet!"

"That's amazing!" Murria sighed, ignoring the derogatory terms Barbossa used to describe his grandfather.

"So, your steel fleet, is it because the capital ships you collected were taken away by my grandfather that you recreated the idea of manufacturing?"

"Fart, I've been researching how to build ghost ships in batches a long time ago, and it has nothing to do with your grandfather. Hearing Muria's words, the soul fire in Barbossa's head rose directly more than a meter high, "Boy, it's time for you to fulfill your promise and act with me." ”

"I just said to put on a mask, but I didn't agree to help you act. Muria put the mask in his hand on his face, it was cold, and then, the mask instantly melted into the skin of Muria's face, making his aura start to soar towards the legend.

But soon, this soaring aura was controlled by Muria, after all, it was just an empty shell with a surface of nothingness.

"You're kidding me?"

"Tell me about an old story that my grandfather went through, and you want me to help?" a sneer appeared on the corner of Muria's mouth, "You don't take me seriously either!"

If you want me to do it, you have to pay me fairly. Because you're an evil undead, you're going to double the price."

"I don't have any money!"

"But you have a boat!"

"Which boat do you want?"

"We're going to have a good boat under our feet. ”

"No way, this is the last ghost flagship in my hand that was fished out of the sea, don't even think about it. ”

"Well, your knife is good, it's better to ......"

"Impossible, greedy golden dragon, with the same virtue as your grandfather. ”

"You want me to give you a day job?" Muria squinted at Barbossa, "Do you think it's possible?"

Damn, Barbossa swears, if it weren't for a dragon king in the sky staring, or for the news that Timos had become a dragon king.

He definitely wants to pull the skin and tendon of this kid, a little dragon who has just reached the soul level actually asks him for payment, he doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, he is a legendary peak great lich that has existed for 10,000 years.

"Eternal Soul Gold!" Muria's eyes stared at the piece of metal in Barbossa's hand that exuded a rich breath of life, legendary metal, but unfortunately, the weight was too small, but it was only the size of an adult's palm.

"How about this as your reward?"

"It's too small. ”

"Love or not!"

"Okay, okay, I'll suffer a loss, deal!"

......

"Brother Muria!" Suddenly seeing Muria captured by the undead captain Barbossa who suddenly appeared, the golden dragon royal sister Kaslana suddenly let out an exclamation and hurriedly asked her grandfather in the sky for help.

"Muria is in danger, grandfather, you hurry up and save him, don't let him be in trouble. ”

"Got it!" Jarvis, who heard his granddaughter's plea for help, reluctantly let go of the legendary bone dragon that was about to be blasted by him in his middle claws, and pounced towards the undead fleet below that was already shrouded in ghostly mist, just as it was about to fly in.

"Boom!" The legendary-level dragon power spread, disturbing the ghost fog into turmoil.