The appearance of the "God of Winter Island" has completely freed the people of Morokini Island from the effects of the war, but the scars of the war have not fully recovered from the scars of the country.

For the next month, Smoker was completely busy, and the constant arrival of the pirates left him with no time to do anything else but mechanically slaughter wave after wave of pirates.

This time, he learned wisely, and instead of destroying the ship with the men and the ship, he got the guns and treasures from the ship, and gave them to the people of Morochini in the name of the "God of Winter Island", along with guns and swords.

Even he even left the ship and took off the pirate flag, wouldn't it be a "good ship" again?

However, the continuous pirates still made Smoker feel tired gradually, of course, most of them because he was tired, so he felt that he should find a way to deter the swarming villains.

Otherwise, when he leaves, there will definitely be pirates attacking, and then he will really be helpless.

So Smoker felt that he should be more brutal, such as planting a lot of wooden stakes on both sides of the harbor, then hanging the pirate flag on the top, and drawing a big red cross on the skeleton map with blood.

At the same time, the pirates who left the whole corpse before were tied to other wooden stakes, because Morokini is a winter island, and the corpse will not decay in cold weather.

So the next pirate group will see a very terrifying scene, hundreds of frozen lifelike pirate corpses, standing stiffly under the pirate flag before their death.

Not to mention, this way Smoker's life has returned to peace and leisure, and he only needs to deal with some daring pirates now, and naturally they will become one of the ice corpses afterwards.

......

A small island in the kingdom of North Hyasia.

A man with beautiful blond hair, sunglasses, and a pink feather coat was sitting on the couch in the center of the room, who was now the king of the entire dark world of the North Sea, Doflamingo.

"Counting the time, Diamanti should have reached the path of greatness by now, right?" Brother Ming asked while slowly shaking the red wine glass in his hand.

Dressed in a sky blue cloak with many dark blue circles printed on it, resembling a heavy cotton jacket, Torrebel heard the question of the "young master", and immediately stopped the steak that was about to put in his mouth and replied: "It's been almost a week since we left, and it's really almost there." ”

"Hmm~ Pika, how is the matter that I asked you to investigate?" Brother Ming took a sip of mellow red wine and continued to ask.

A strong man with strong muscles on Torrebel's side suddenly replied in an extremely ridiculous childish voice: "Young Master, I asked the people below to check all the islands on the route sailed by the Bone-eating Fish Pirates before, but they didn't find any news about the Hailou Stone Mine. ”

"No rumors at all?" Torrebel asked, frowning.

Pika shook her head and replied, "Not really, at least not so far. ”

Sitting opposite Torrebel, Seignol, who was dressed in a neat black suit, touched the corner of his mouth with a napkin and asked suspiciously, "This Bowen. Wilt can't be lying to us, right? ”

"Unlikely, Bowen. People like Wilt don't joke about the country and the people they value! Brother Ming, who had been listening silently, suddenly smiled: "Bang Bang, this kind of guy who thinks he is a hero, we've seen too many things before, haven't we?" ”

"In that case, after Diamanti completes the task, there should be news to take the initiative to come to the door." Torrebel said.

Hearing his words, Brother Ming immediately showed a cruel expression and smiled: "If, I mean, if that Bowen guy is really playing with us, then I will personally go to Morokini.... I believe that an island that has just been at war with the Navy Headquarters, even if all the people on it die, the world government will not care~~"

"By the way, that one killed Bowen. Did Wilt's Navy find out? It can't be a lieutenant general's move. Brother Ming asked as he asked the young Baby-5 to pour himself wine.

"It's not the lieutenant general's own hand, according to the intelligence, it was a lieutenant in the headquarters who solved it" Torrebel is in charge of most of the family's intelligence, so he is naturally the one who answers this question.

"Lieutenant? When did this kind of role appear in the Navy? Pika asked in surprise, he often fought with Brother Ming all over the world, he knew very well what rank the lieutenant was, and he was only stronger than the weak chicken.

Brother Ming also looked sideways, and this answer also made him very curious.

"Hey, hey, young master, don't underestimate this lieutenant, he's a natural ability." Torrebel didn't continue to talk to the crowd, and directly stated the results of the investigation.

Brother Ming's forehead tilted slightly, and he asked with interest, "Oh? In addition to those three monsters, the navy actually found another natural ability? What abilities? ”

"Hey, hey, this time, this natural ability shouldn't have the potential of those three monsters, it's just a smoke fruit." Torrebel was a little disdainful of this fruit ability, not as strong as his sticky fruit.

"Hmm, the Smoke Fruit, it's true that none of the previous abilities of this fruit are masters." Under the cultivation of these "family members", Brother Ming has long memorized the Devil Fruit Illustrated Book and related materials, especially the aspect of nature.

"And what is the name of this lucky and unfortunate boy?" Seigno, on the other side, lit a cigarette for himself and asked.

"Smoker."

.....

In the first half of the Great Voyage, on a route to Morokini, a luxurious wooden ship was quietly anchored in the waves.

Looking closer, the spacious deck was littered with mutilated corpses and smoky blood, and the hull of the ship was littered with slashes of various sizes.

In one of the cabins, a man in a frayed hat with two facial lines on his face and a red cloak was sitting on the corpse of a young man with his neck wiped on his face.

"Dofy, the mission is complete, it's time to get the word out."

The phone bug sitting on the man's wide palm smiled: "Hello, hard work Diamanti, but don't rush back first, if Bowen. Welt's guy is playing tricks on us, so I'm going to slaughter the Morokini myself. ”

"Okay, so what's my mission?"

"Your next task is to lock off Morokini Island, don't let a boat out of it, don't let a boat enter the island, and if it proves that Bowen is not lying, then come back."

"I know Doffy, now I'm going to Morokini."