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Bill Geewater.

No one knows when, why, and by whom the city on this island, surrounded by archipelagos, was founded.

But for those fleeing trial, debt, and persecution, this city can give them a new lease on life.

This city can bring them a chance to start over in a miserable, dirty, or tragic life.

Because, on the winding streets of Bilgewater, no one cares about your past.

It's a melting pot of different cultures, ethnicities, and beliefs

At the same time, it is also a haven of refuge for smugglers, looters and unscrupulous criminals.

While Birgewater is an extremely dangerous place, it is also full of opportunities.

It is not bound by any government, decree, or moral constraints.

Whether it's the crooked Hextech, the dangerous rune and hedron trade, or the subservience of the local gangsters, as long as you can afford it, you can get it all at your fingertips.

Having said that, at dawn, the unwary will drift in the harbor with empty money bags and blood in their throats.

Here, most people have such an identity.

Pirate.

Although many of them are engaged in smuggling, drug dealing, or underground black market trading, these people generally call themselves 'pirates'.

Because supposedly, it sounds like it's going to make you look a little cooler.

The main island of Bilgewater at night is much more lively than the calm and tranquility of the day.

Compared to the opulent buildings in the central part of the main road, the bar streets in the slums near the coast are brightly lit and lively.

The nameless pirates and robbers who had returned from the sea exchanged their 'treasures' for rusty and filthy silver snake coins from the black-hearted dealers in the innermost alleys, and squandered them on the purchase of low-quality rum, or pretended to be rich and dumped on the bellies of the old and yellow prostitutes in the slums.

Deposit?

Inexistent.

For those of them who could die in the storms of the sea at any time, or under the guns of merchant ships, or even in the hands of pirates who were more powerful than them, it was the best choice to enjoy themselves in time.

No matter how inferior these pleasures are, at least, they will not live up to this 'harvest night' when they return from the sea.

Compared to the pirate regiments that crisscrossed the Twelve Seas of Bilgewater, causing headaches for both Piltover and the Noxian navies, their lives were not very satisfactory, but at least, they lived as they pleased.

And, as they have experienced in the past, in Bilgewater, the wealth of the country or the destruction of the family is only in the blink of an eye.

No one knows what will happen to them when the morning sun rises again.

If you don't enjoy it in time, what's the difference between it and salted fish on deck?

Alcohol brings them pleasure and tends them to indulge and sing.

Even an old prostitute with a wrinkled face and a stinking lower body can at least give them a peaceful night without thinking about the past and worrying about tomorrow.

This is Bilgewater.

All the people who set foot on this island and are engraved with the spirit of Bilgewater are as filthy as the silver snake coins in their hands.

But no matter how glorious or bleak the past is, anyone has a chance of surviving on this island.

One of the biggest bars on Karan Street is still brightly lit tonight.

The bar wasn't that good, the rum brewed by the owner was as bland as spoiled milk, and the ugly, fat waitress made pirates who could accept old prostitutes feel a little sick.

But even so, because of the proximity of this little pub called Cood to the western port, the pirates, who had been adrift at sea for months, would still come here for a drink on their first day back in Bilgewater.

That's why this little bar, which is not as good as the quality of the service and rum, is packed every day.

In the small bar, which is less than 100 square meters, the pirates with red faces, tattoos and scars all over their bodies, dressed in shabby, holding wooden wine glasses, talk loudly about what they have seen on this voyage, and which prostitute in the backstreet makes them feel more satisfied.

"Hey, did you hear, Planck, that dog mongrel, who hoisted up all the people of the Iron Whale Pirates and fed the sharks. ”

"You're here to ask me if you've heard about last month, and you're a wrinkled old Shar Pei dog, have you broken your brain?"

"Hey, I just came back from the Sea of Watchers and heard about this from the bounty poster.

The Iron Whale Pirates have more than a dozen ships and thousands of people!

"Heh, what's the solution? That bastard of Planger now has twenty ships and more than two thousand men, and is still devouring other pirate groups.

This time, just because the Iron Whale Pirates had the same iron character as their Iron Hooks, the mongrel wiped them out.

Several of the Alliance's pirate groups failed to save the Iron Whale Captain, and heard that only a corpse had been gnawed to the bones. ”

"So terrifying? Didn't Planck come to Bilgewater half a year ago? Why did he develop such a powerful force in such a short period of time?"

"Who knows. Alas, now that the pirate group of the Twelve Seas is in danger, the city of Bilgewater feels less lively than before, and a storm will come at any time. ”

The strong man raised the wine glass in his hand, poured a sip violently, roared happily, frowned and continued: "Old Jack, although you have just come back, I advise you, little brother, don't waste time on those old tonight, early tomorrow morning, hurry to the port to find a recruiting ship, and come back in a few months." ”

"You're not kidding. ”

The thin man named Old Jack took a sip of rum and said disdainfully: "My Old Jack has lived in Bilgewater for almost ten years, and I haven't seen any storms and waves? Do you think Planck will unify Bilgewater?"

Hehe, if you had said this half a year ago when Planck had the strength he has now, I would still have believed it, but now ......"

Shaking his head, it seemed that old Jack, who knew some secret news, raised his chin, with a look of 'Lao Tzu knows more than you' on his face, and was just about to brag a few words to the stout man, but suddenly closed his mouth tightly.

In other words, the warm atmosphere of the whole bar was inexplicably quiet in an instant.

Everyone looked at the door where the bar had been pushed open.

There stood a tall, slender woman with long red hair.

"The people of the Dorani Pirate Regiment, get out of here for the old lady now. ”

The long-haired woman's voice was confident yet cold.

"I, Cethia, can't wait to cut off your dog's head. ”