A heavy rain was brewing in the cloudy sky, and the air was moist with a heavy sense of oppression. On the rough sea, six ships cut through the waves and bounced forward.

The lead boat resembles a giant black whale, spitting surging water, and the waves splashing from the stern are several yards high. There is also a large eerie blood-red ship on the side, decorated with red skeletons on the hull, which seems to have sailed out of purgatory.

On the bow of the Black Whale sat a giant bomb-spitting frog, which sat lazily, grabbed a barrel with one palm, opened its mouth, and drank it dry in a few sips. It patted its stomach and said it was not enjoyable, and the sailors hurriedly brought new barrels in pairs.

It drank barrels and barrels, and in a moment it drank the amount that the sailors couldn't finish with a dozen of them.

"Found a reef at 35 degrees on the starboard side." The lookout dutifully reported.

The giant spit frog laughed twice, raised its eyelids to look at the reef, and gasped sharply, its cheeks immediately bulging. It spat hard, and an air projectile flew out, hitting the reef impartially, blasting it into pieces.

It laughed happily, and the cross-shaped scar on its forehead became even more hideous.

Because the Spitting Bomb Frog had just fired an air bomb, the Black Whale's hull tilted suddenly. The head of the regiment, Harold's hand, spilled more than half of the wine in the wine glass, he was furious, and said coldly: "Cross Scar, I warned you, without my order, it is forbidden to fire!" ”

Harold smashed his glass, pulled out the pistol at his waist, and shot the spitting frog in the back, leaving a bloody hole.

Crossscar didn't care, it laughed, scratched the fat wound, and started drinking again.

The Black Whale returned to its poising, and Harold's anger subsided slightly, and he turned back to see that someone had already placed a new wine glass on the table.

The man at the table across from him smiled, with a sharp jaw and a hawk-sharp gaze, and behind him, always carrying two long-roded muskets.

"Today is the day of Cam's execution, let's toast to his death." Roberts Hawkeye raised his glass and said happily.

Harold also raised his glass, and the two glasses touched lightly, signaling victory. His wet sleeves left a few drops of water on the tablecloth. His tightly wrapped body was always wet, but no one dared to ask why for a long time, especially on this ship.

"You've worked so the Purgatory for a year." Harold said his bloated body squeaked against the chair.

"It's not hard, that Cam is easy to deal with, he's an out-and-out idiot, he obviously has a ship as powerful as the Purgatory, but he rests on his laurels, and after so many years, he hasn't been able to grow stronger."

Roberts Hawkeye is actually a member of the Black Toad Pirates, who joined the Purgatory Pirates with the intention of capturing the Purgatory. Instead of betraying Cam, he was going to get rid of Cam from the start.

All the brotherhood that Hawkeye reveals in the Purgatory Pirates is fake.

"The Purgatory is really a waste in his hands, but in my hands it is different, I will let this ship play to its maximum combat effectiveness."

Harold turned his head sideways and looked at the Purgatory on one side, as if he were looking at a beautiful woman with no clothes on.

"I wish the black toad pirate group to become the overlord of this sea area as soon as possible." Roberts raised his glass.

"Well said, in order to celebrate the acquisition of the Purgatory, and to test the power of the Purgatory, I have decided to wash all the passing ships in the next three months." Harold said in a deep and distant voice, "I want to smear the Purgatory with real blood, so that it can be called the real Purgatory." ”

Roberts Hawkeye had followed Harold for many years, and he knew the cruelty of the regimental commander, and did not show the slightest consternation.

Suddenly, Harold grabbed his chest and bent over, looking in great pain, his beard trembling with convulsions, all very quickly.

When the sailors next to them saw this, not only did they not come forward, but they all retreated in an uproar, hid far away, and looked at the regiment commander in horror.

Harold roared in pain and slammed the table with a slap, staggering a few steps and grabbing another piece of veneer from the mast. His clothes bulged irregularly, two soft tentacles protruding from his sleeves, and sea water was constantly flowing in his trouser legs, and he didn't know where these seas came from.

"The regiment commander has a seizure again, captain, come quickly!" The quickest responder shouted, and the others chimed in, as if the captain was a savior.

Harold opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of water, revealing the mouth of a near-sea creature, and his cheeks had gills-like lines, slightly open, with a viscous liquid inside. He cried out in more pain at the sight of his change, his eyes bulging, and he grabbed the nearest sailor and threw him into the rough sea.

"Just St. Cuthbert, quench the holy wrath, and I am willing to sacrifice myself to alleviate his suffering." A woman came up to Harold and stroked his back with her black-gloved hand.

Soon, Harold's pain vanished like a low tide, the tentacles retracted, the gills vanished, and he opened his mouth to gasp, and the inside turned back into a human tongue. Everything is back to normal, as if nothing happened.

The woman in black withdrew her hand.

"Thank you, Kathy." Harold had only ever said thank you to this woman in his life, and he grabbed Casey's hand and kissed it.

The woman was like a bat that could not see the light, dressed in a tight black robe, and her face was buried in the shadow of her hood. However, it can still be seen that she is a woman who loves beauty, because her black robe is embroidered with beautiful red patterns, and perhaps the patterns on this dress are the only places on her body that can show beauty.

"You seem to be in more pain than ever this time." She said sadly, her eyes full of love.

"It's okay, don't care." Harold stroked her with his broad palm.

The two said some love words between lovers. Casey then left, returning to the gloomy cabin.

Seeing Harold's miserable appearance, Roberts smiled casually. Harold didn't have much time left, sooner or later he would be completely reduced to a sea monster, and by that time, the entire Black Toad Pirate Regiment would be his. How could he not be pleased.

In the direction of the stern of the boat, a signal eagle appeared, which quickly grew from a black dot, flapped its wings, and landed on Harold's shoulder.

Harold untied the scroll of paper on the eagle's feet, which had the mark of the Black Toad Pirate Regiment, and when he opened it, he found that it had been sent by himself, but it had not been delivered to the third captain, Kedar. This proves that Kodar may well have disappeared from the sea, and that the Swifthawks are the best postmen at sea when they rarely fail to deliver letters.

Moreover, the Kerdar's Impact had not sent an Eagle message to this side for several days, which had never happened before.

Harold tore the Eagle to shreds, and said viciously, "Raise the sails, turn the bow of the ship, and we will go to the course of the Impact, and I will know who dares to touch the ship of the Black Toad Pirates." ”

The sailors did not dare to slack off, and immediately set about changing course and transmitting signals to other ships with flags.

Like a group of vicious hunters, the six ships turned around, leaving a curving afterwave on the sea.

The pirate group sailed for several days and saw scattered pieces of wood on the surface of the sea. The lookout discovers an island and sees a man on the island raising his arms and calling for help.

Instead of docking, the flotilla dropped the raft and a few men picked it up onto the Black Whale. Unexpectedly, the victim turned out to be a sailor on the Impact, who was kidnapped by Donk and others that day, he jumped into the sea, hugged a piece of driftwood, floated to the island, and picked up a life.

The emaciated sailor waited tremblingly for the regimental commander's question.

"How's the Impact? What about Kedar? Harold asked, clasping the sailor's shoulders.

"I, I'm ......" the sailor stuttered in fright for a long time, and couldn't say why.

"Damn, give me a good talk!" Harold clenched his grip tightly, and the feeling of a bone about to shatter came from his hand.

"Oops...... I say, our ship was robbed, and the captain of the three Kdar was killed! The sailor sped away in sharp pain.

Harold had anticipated this and said, "Who did that?" ”

"Yes, it's an Oriental named Donk, I've never heard of him before, and he seems to be a newcomer."

"Donk? Oriental? I'm going to make him regret it, I'm going to break him to pieces and feed the sharks. ”

Harold increased the strength of his hand and squeezed the hapless sailor to the point where he screamed. The sailor soon lost his life, his head drooping and bleeding.

"Spread my word, send out the eagle message, and tell everyone. The Black Toad Pirate Regiment wants to fully capture Donk, the Oriental! I'm going to make him sleepless and have nightmares every day. Also, get the Exocet home, investigate everything about Donk, and report back to me. ”

Harold roared gloomily, and the pirates immediately carried out the order in fear.

The war between the Evil Dragon Pirates and the Black Toad Pirates has officially begun.