Because of the arrival of the Naga fish-people, even the sea breeze was mixed with a hint of madness, and the direction of the wind ran in a mysterious way, stirring people's hearts with uneasiness.

This is the eastern coast of Toad Island, only two hours away from the location of the south side of Donk and others. The white spray crashed against the round stones, leaving strange water marks. Pulled by a full thirteen Naga fishmen, a small, tattered boat crashed into the shore, and the chains used to pull the sailboat made a rattling sound.

The hull of the ship shook violently, a dozen people on it trembled, an old woman was reciting the Sacred Words, and a mother covered her son's mouth as he wanted to cry. The rest of the men all had dead expressions, some were looking at Toad Island with their eyes scattered, and some were looking at the dried blood under their feet.

In addition to the tattered bones, one of the major features of this ship is that it is stained with blood. Some of the blood was very fresh, and it was shed in the morning by a young man in his early twenties. Some of the blood is a long time ago, and all kinds of people died on this ship over the long years. Blood is like red paint, constantly giving the ship a new look.

On the bare mast of the ship was a blood-drenched human skeleton, which was still imprinted with the tooth marks of the Naga fish-people, and there was still minced meat in the corners and corners that were difficult to eat. This skeleton is more intimidating than the Pirate Flag, enough to make the faint of heart scare when they see it.

The ship has no name and is intended to carry the food needed by the Naga fishmen, but unfortunately, humans are also on the Naga fishmen's menu, and they are even the best choice.

A red fishman headed the shore, half a body taller than a human, covered in sturdy scales, equipped with small pieces of plate armor in some vulnerable places, a black sharkskin apron tied around his waist, and a long-handled axe strapped to his back. It stared at the trembling spitting frogs on the shore, and there was no trace of emotion in its eyes, as if coldness had penetrated the depths of its soul.

Frightened, the Spitting Frogs forgot their duties as guards and retreated.

The fins on both sides of the red fish-man's arms spread out, and an arrow rushed towards a spitting frog, the scales around its body shining red, and coupled with its extreme speed, its body was like a blood-stained sword. It intercepted the path of a spitting frog and leaned over to stare at it.

The invisible deterrence shone into the eyes of the spitting frog, which visibly trembled.

"Where is the owner of Toad Island? Take me to meet it. The Red Fishman's voice sounded like a death knell in a nightmare, striking at the fragile nerves of the Spitting Frog.

"Emperor Tutan I will be here to meet you as soon as possible. It told you to wait for it on the shore first......" The sea beast who spit the bomb frog swallowed back in the middle of his words, because the red fishman looked displeased, and even the fins on his head were opening and closing.

"We don't have time to wait for it here, you lead the way in front, and we'll go straight over." The Red Fishman commanded.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there right away."

The spit frog did not dare to disobey, and crawled to the island with a rolling belt, rushing to lead the way. Seeing this, the rest of the spitting frogs also retreated to the island. The red fish-man leader beckoned, and the black merfolk flew to the shore, leaving only two fish-men to guard the "food".

"Gondo, I'm a little hungry and want to eat something while walking." There was a black fish-man standing on the side of the boat, licking its sharp fangs with its long tongue, and it had a row of huge wounds that stretched from its neck to its abdomen, and the new tissue at the scar was very hideous. This scar was left when it was bitten by a sea monster in the past, but it survived with its tenacious vitality.

The red fish-man named Gondo turned his hideous head and glanced at the black fish-man, who nodded in agreement with the idea that the black fish-man was a warrior.

"Then pull down one person, and everyone eats together."

The Naga fish collectively let out a roar of excitement as they prayed before their meal, but for those on board, it was tantamount to a death sentence.

The moment this voice sounded, the mother on the boat could not help but shed tears, according to the taste of the fish, children and women are the best food, so she and the son in her arms are easy to choose.

The men on the boat stood up in unison, and stood in the way of the old woman and the mother, hoping to block the fish-man's sight, so that the fish-men would choose themselves first, not the woman and the child. Although this is only delaying the death of women and children, men want to do it from the bottom of their hearts, as if it is a mission. One of the well-dressed men used to call this act gentlemanly manners.

Only two cowards chose to retreat and hide in the stern, but their actions have not been spurned by anyone these days. In the face of the bloody mouth of the Naga fishman, even cowardice can be tolerated.

The scarred black fish-man jumped aboard the boat, squinting at its food, searching for the tastiest one.

"Mom, I'm scared ......" The five-year-old blonde boy cried and swollen his eyes as he curled up in his mother's warm embrace, but the fear still lingered.

"Be strong, my child, like these gentlemen." The beautiful woman hugged her child tightly and pressed her cheek to the child's forehead.

The gentlemen stood in front of the woman, the bold staring straight into the cold eyes of the fish-man, and the timid hanging their heads.

"Do you think that if you stop her, I won't choose her to eat? It's ridiculous. The black fish-man turned his head sideways, and through the middle of the crowd, he saw the woman and the little boy, and he could imagine how delicious that tender meat would be.

"Eat me if you want to. I'm young too, aren't I? A handsome young man suggested in a trembling voice, and no one could imagine how much courage was sustaining him.

"In fact, I still want to eat women and children, they are the most delicious." The Black Fishman stared at the mother and son, "But Gondo won't agree, because they have to stay for the last to eat, and if a boatload of food is all stinky and hard guys, then there is no sense of expectation." So, I grant your humble request. ”

The young man nodded bitterly, the fish-man had not promised a wish that would make him happy. He smiled wryly, turned back to the little blonde boy, and said, "Jim, remember to close your eyes later, I don't want you to see that scene." I remember that you have always loved this pocket watch I am wearing, and I will give it to you now. He took off the gold-chained pocket watch around his neck and threw it at the feet of the little blonde boy, who was really reluctant to give it to anyone else unless he died, because it was a gift from his lover, and it carried a tender sweetness.

"Are you done with your last words? My food. The black fish-man walked over to the young man and spread his large claws like iron hoops.

"Not yet, I still have one more thing to say to you." The young man suddenly drew the dagger hidden in his boot and stabbed it into the fish-man's chest, "Die! You devil! ”

The black fishman sneered, and at the moment when the young man squatted, it had already predicted the young man's childish movements. It grabbed the lad's wrist and snapped it, and before the lad could open his mouth to wail, the other paw pierced the lad's chest and pulled out a soft and warm heart. It quickly ripped off a large piece of flesh and threw the body to the shore.

The Naga fish people swarmed up, stretched out their claws, and in the blink of an eye, the young man who was alive just now was torn into more than a dozen pieces.

The people on the boat had already witnessed the terrible eating of the Naga fish people many, many times, so they all closed their eyes early and couldn't bear to look at them. The mother picked up the young man's relic, the pocket watch, and stuffed it into the hand of little Jim, hoping that it would give her son some courage, but she herself cried bitterly: "Holy Lord, I beg you, to keep my child alive, and I am willing to give everything I have, even my soul, for this request!" ”

The Naga fish eat fresh flesh and make scalp-tingling chewing sounds. They did not delay their entry into the island because of their feeding, and they still followed the group of spitting frogs. And the leader of the fish-people called Gondo is carrying his favorite head in his paws.

When the young man had been eaten clean, the Naga fishmen met the Spitter Emperor as they wished, and the two met in a sparse wood. The Spitter Emperor brought his own guard of honor, and when it saw the bones in the claws of the Naga fish-man, it wiped a cold sweat.

"Welcome, the bravest warrior of the Sea Beast Clan!" The Bomb Spitting Emperor was quite calm, and opened his arms with a smile on his face. It had just sent three spit frogs in a row, warning Tang Ke that they were temporarily offshore, for fear that the two sides would cause trouble on the island.

Gondo approached and threw the hollowed-out skull into the woods, an act that won the fear of others.

"Are you the leader of the Spitting Frogs?" The red Gondo asked.

"I am the Emperor of the Bomb Rebellion, the supreme leader of this island." It said with a smile, in a tone that looked like a clerk was introducing himself, without the slightest confidence.

"Listen, useless fat guy, I'm sent by Warrior Zela, and it asked me to ask something." Gondo said, pointing to the nose of the Bomb Spitter. Zera, as it speaks of it, is the leader of the cannibal pirate group and also holds an important place in the tribe of the Naga fishmen.

"I'll know everything, just ask." The Spitting Bomb Emperor said.

Gondo's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the honor guard behind the Spitting Emperor, meaning to get the guys out of the way.

After all, the Spitting Bomb Frog is a branch of the Sea Beast Clan, and there is no need to worry that the Naga Fish People will harm them, so the Spitting Bomb Emperor saw the opportunity to act and retreated the honor guard. It stood alone with Gondo face to face.

"Now you can ask, right?" The Bomb Emperor asked cautiously.

Gondo looked down at the Spitting Bomb Emperor, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and it lowered its voice and asked, "Zela sent me to ask you, do you know anything about the Resurrection Spring?" ”

"Resurrection Spring?"

"Yes, the Fountain of Resurrection."

"Oh my God! You should understand what kind of Arcana it is, how could I possibly know that kind of news? Although the Spitting Bomb Emperor reacted violently, his voice did not dare to be amplified.

"Humpty Dumpty, don't make a fuss." Gondo patted the Bomb Emperor's bumpy face, "We've been to many places to find out about the Resurrection Spring, and of course we know how hard this treasure is, but as long as there is a 1 in 1,000 chance, we'll have to try our luck." It doesn't matter if you don't know, but if you happen to get any news in the future, tell us about the Cannibal Pirates, or send the news directly to the underwater tribe of the Naga Fishmen. ”

"No problem, I swear I'll let you know as soon as there's the slightest bit of news." The Spitting Bomb Emperor actively cooperated, and used gestures to match its words, and his voice was full of emotion.

"I'm very satisfied with your answer."

"That's good, that's good."

Gondo pressed his body lower, his claws stretched out, and he held the claws of the Bomb Spitter Emperor tightly, this action frightened the Bomb Emperor's face drastically.

"You must always remember that the thirty-six Sea Beast Clans are united!" Gondo squinted.

"Of course I remember that sentence, the thirty-six Sea Beast Clan are united." The Spitting Bomb Emperor felt that it hurt to be pinched.

Gondo's enthusiasm gradually subsided, it returned to its usual coldness, and said lightly: "I only have this one important thing here, since you don't know, then go to the island and walk around." Tomorrow we will go to the next place to ask about the Resurrection Spring. Also, don't spread the word about it, and don't let anyone else know that we're looking for the Fountain of Resurrection. ”

The Resurrection Spring, as the name suggests, is a strange spring that can bring the dead back to life. The effect of the Fountain of Resurrection is simple, but it is something that many people have dreamed of. There are always people who want to resurrect someone who doesn't deserve to die, such as a beautiful woman, a kind mother, a kind-hearted brother, or a gracious gentleman.

Life and death, the operation of all things in the world has invisible but powerful rules, and the Resurrection Fountain is a kind of supreme treasure that can break the rules - the supreme treasure.

"I wonder if I can ask more, who do you want to resurrect?" When the Bomb Emperor spoke, he had been carefully observing Gondo's expression, and as soon as the other party showed displeasure, he would immediately change his words.

"It's a secret of the Naga Fishmen leaders, even I don't know, but I do know one thing, once the Resurrection Fountain is found...... "Gondo seemed to be rekindled, "the Sea Beasts will be reborn!" At that time, the races on the shore will be trampled under our feet, and this era will be turned upside down! ”

The Spitter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and it saw something called ambition in Gondo's body. It couldn't imagine what it would be like for the races of the sea to fight the races of the shore.

"Alright, let's go. Look at your island and see if there's anything else to eat besides the unpalatable stinky toad. Gondo patted the spitting bomb emperor in a daze, and walked towards the island without permission.

The Spitting Bomb Emperor shook off the thrilling scenes in his mind, turned his attention to the present, pointed to the west, and shouted, "The scenery over there is good, let's go that way." ”

The Naga fishman paused, listened to the Bomb Emperor's words, and headed west instead. This move of the Bomb Emperor was originally out of good intentions, so as not to prevent the Naga fishmen from walking to the southern shore where Tang Ke and the others were. But the Spitting Bomb Emperor did bad things with good intentions, and the west happened to point to the only waterhole on the island.