"You betrayed your captain so easily, aren't you worried that he'll kill you?" hovering above the deck of the Ghost Ironclad, Muria looked at the undead first mate Anlo, who was commanding the rest of the undead crew, the only legend in the fleet.

As for the captain, Muria had just seen him, but he was just a soul-level ghost wearing a captain's hat, and it was clear that the actual controller of this fleet was this first mate.

As for the reason, Ghost Captain Barbossa would let one of his legends be at the mercy of a soul-level ghost, even if it was only in name, Muria had almost figured it out.

"Rest assured, my captain is very big-hearted and will not punish me for such things. Barlow, who looked like a big crystal skeleton, looked unconcerned, "Anyway, it's not the first time I've done this!"

The corners of Muria's mouth twitched, and after glancing at the Golden Dragon Royal Sister beside her, she asked, "How many times have you betrayed your captain?"

"Who still remembers this kind of thing!" First mate An Luo patted his skull, and his head shrouded in the blue soul fire looked at Muria:

"No, Golden Dragon Boy, don't talk nonsense, what kind of betrayal captain, I've never done such a thing.

I obey Captain Barbossa's orders, and if I encounter an enemy that I can't solve on my own, I will find a way to bring it to him, and he will solve it. ”

"Tsk, then this Captain Barbossa is really responsible!" Muria looked at the darkness around him, and joked with the first mate Anluo with a smile, "I just don't know how your captain will react when he sees you coming to him with a group of ancient dragons?"

"Of course I'm happy. An Luo, who had just realized that he had lost his words, noticed the gazes of the ancient dragons who had already boarded his ship, and the soul fire trembled, and he hurriedly said.

As soon as it offered to take the Elder Dragons to Captain Barbossa, all of them boarded the flagship and asked him to lead the way, and Muria and Kaslana followed.

Nineteen ancient dragons gathered together, even if they were tough with all the legendary necromancers that the Necromantic Council had invested in this area, they were naturally not afraid of any tricks An Luo would play.

Only strength is fundamental.

......

"Barbossa, who has long heard of the Necromantic Council, has a fanatical collector for ghost ships, and has traveled to every ocean in Erathia just to collect ghost ships naturally formed by ocean wrecks, and now it seems that he is still underestimated. ”

Unexpectedly, he was no longer satisfied with collecting naturally formed ghost ships, and began to try to build ghost ships in batches on a large scale. ”

"It seems that he has achieved some results. ”

"It's normal to have results, after all, at least seventy percent of Erathia's ghost ships are in his hands, and for such a long time, as long as he has an idea, he can always study something. ”

......

Listening to the voices of the many ancient dragons in her ears with a look of surprise and admiration, Muria walked to the edge of the ironclad ship and looked at the almost endless steel fleet in front of her.

This is what Anlo said, the main force of the undead fleet led by Barbossa himself. Unlike the motley fleet of hundreds of completely different ghost ships led by An Luo.

In the fleet in front of me, many ghost ships are exactly the same, and there are almost more than ten different types.

The contrast between the two ghost fleets is the stark difference between the ragtag army and the regular army.

"Standard ghost ships!" Muria muttered to herself, indicating that Barbossa had mastered the art of mass-building ghost ships. That's amazing, knowing that before that, each ghost ship was unique, and their formation process was full of coincidences. And now the formation of the ghost ship does not need to be a coincidence.

"This is the real fleet of the undead, how is it? Amazing, are you scared?" At this moment, Barlow's soul voice with an undisguised look of pride came into the ears of every dragon. It also made Muria react from his contemplation.

"It's okay!" Looking at the fleet arranged in front of him according to a certain formation, Muria nodded indifferently, he had already seen the Sky Mechanical City of the Machine Emperor, and these were just small scenes in front of him.

However, this neat fleet made Muria understand that this 10,000-year-old Great Lich was not simply interested in the undead ship, maybe initially out of interest in collecting ghost ships, but now, definitely not.

From this ghost fleet, Muria saw Barbossa's naked ambition: he wanted to stand side by side with the gods.

Because, there is only one type of legend that hoards a lot of clan-level combat power - a legend that wants to make an epic one.

"Qi, Golden Dragon Boy, have you ever seen a fleet that is stronger than Barbossa's fleet?" Hearing Muria's evaluation, An Luo was a little dissatisfied.

"Yes. Muria recalled the mechanical continent of the Emperor of Machinery, the torrent of steel composed of various warships connected to twenty spatial vortices. The fleet in front of him is compared to it, but the fireflies are like Haoyue, and there is no comparison at all.

"Oh, there are more powerful fleets than this! For example, the Ottoman Empire's Third Dimensional Colonial Expeditionary Fleet.

If your undead fleet clashes with them, you'll be beaten to the ground. The Golden Dragon Royal Sister on the side also spoke.

"It's not the same at all! This fleet is built independently by my Captain Barbossa, and he is in full control. And the expeditionary fleet you are talking about was created by the Human Empire, and this kind of fleet, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is absolutely impossible to obey the orders of a certain person. ”

Just as An Luo was arguing with the Golden Dragon Imperial Sister, an angry roar came from the huge steel fortress that was five thousand meters long, guarded by many standard ghost ships, like a moving mountain range.

"Anluo, what trouble did you bring me back?"

With this angry roar, the space around Anlo, that is, Muria, cracked, and a skeleton in a gorgeous captain's suit, or a lich, walked out with a knife in his hand.

Sure enough, as legend has it, Barbossa learned spells in order to transform himself into a lich, but he still thought of himself as a warrior. When the Great Lich appeared, the Golden Dragon Imperial Sister Kaslana used her spiritual power to hook up with Muria, and whispered, "You see he doesn't even have a staff. ”

"Captain. Seeing the angry captain, An Luo ran to him, nodding and looking like a dog, "It's just a group of ancient dragons, not here to trouble you." ”

"Elder Dragon!" Barbossa, the legendary Grand Lich in his triangular captain's hat and adorned with all sorts of ornaments larger than the actual transcendent, turned his head to "look" at the nineteen Elder Dragons standing together and discussing him and his fleet.

"You're here to trouble that guy from Bryant!"

"That's right!" an ancient dragon admitted, "we're here to find out where Bertlane is." If you don't want to ......"

"I can tell you where Bertline is, but you must not interfere with the actions of our Necromantic Council. Before Gu Long could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the archlich, "If you agree, I'll tell you where he is." ”

"It's really worthy of Captain Anluo. Seeing Barbossa sell the members of his organization without hesitation, Muria couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "It's really the same line." ”