Perhaps it's the reason why Blue Flame Island doesn't have tall mountains that can block the cold winds heading south.

In the evening, it began to rain again in Bilgewater.

The wind was cold, with a chill coming from the ocean, and it was completely undesirable to stay outside for even a minute on a night like this ghostly weather.

But at this moment, in the port of Bilgewater, the profit-seeking merchants have closed their doors early because of this ghost weather, but there are still a few people holding umbrellas in the port, I don't know what Lu Dao is waiting for.

The rain is not very heavy, and holding a properly sized umbrella is enough to keep it out.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface little by little, one by one.

Click, click, make people listen a little anxious.

I'm also a little anxious to wait.

"It's so late, why haven't you come back yet?" One of the people holding the umbrella spoke, he had a kind face that belonged to a businessman, and the wind and frost of middle age made his forehead wrinkle, and now he frowned, making those wrinkles more and more profound, like some indelible incantation.

"There won't be any accidents, right?" The other man also spoke, his appearance as dejected as his words, his eyebrows and rat eyes, full of the taste of miserliness, and the face of a real profiteer.

"Impossible, my uncle took it by surprise this time, with a thunderous blow, Planck would never have reacted." The wrinkled middle-aged man's brows furrowed more and more, as if he was thinking about some possible reason to prevent the return trip, "Could it be that the fog on the sea is delayed?" ”

"No way, such a little fog. There is no way to hinder the trip. The profiteer-looking man shook his head, "Could it be...... Is there really a sea monster? ”

"Don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man scolded sharply, "Uncle will be fine." He'll be back and ......"

"Yes, then, Lord Ferguson will lead us to dominate the entire Blue Flame Island." The profiteer seemed to think of something, and his face immediately became extremely stammered, "When the time comes, hehe." Floran, you want ......."

"Well, now is not the time to talk about that." The middle-aged man known as Floran said stiffly. "Woody, your people are ready, right?"

"Yes, of course, at any time. Just wait for Master Ferguson to come back. The profiteer named Woody nodded hurriedly. In fact...... Shall we start first? Anyway......"

"No, what did my uncle say? Everything has to be done according to the plan, and there can be no mistake in this matter. Floran shook his head repeatedly, "You must confirm that it is really successful, so that you can win it in one fell swoop, and the thunder sweeps the hole." ”

"Okay...... Woody shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, "Speaking of which, the pirates. Today, it seems that some big fat sheep are passing by, and they are all out of the cloud and loosen their bones. ”

"What do you say?!!" Floran, who had been looking at the dark sea, suddenly turned her head. Staring at Woody deadly.

"I'm ......" Woody was taken aback by Floran's reaction, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, "It's nothing, it's just those pirates......"

"Go back, immediately." Floran's expression became extremely cold, and the wrinkles on his forehead loosened and tightened, like the scars of the years.

"Back to ...... For ......" Woody still didn't react.

"Something is wrong." Floran had already turned around and walked back, and even in order to hurry, he pushed away the servant who was holding the umbrella for him and began to run briskly, "Woody, go back to your place immediately, and wait for my order at any time, ready to start." ”

"Huh?" Woody was baffled.

The umbrella smashed by the rain was louder.

Bang bang bang.

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Meanwhile.

Bill Geewater.

Spirits and gunpowder.

Chen Senran, who was supposed to be still floating on the sea, sat comfortably at a wine table and drank a glass of light ale.

In front of him, Graves sat with the crazy Draven, looking at him.

He didn't bring back the little fish-man.

Children, don't see too much blood.

"Are you ready?" Chen Senran poured the last bit of wine into his throat and placed the cup on the table.

"We're here for you." Graves raised the magical shotgun and slung it to his shoulder.

"Delevingne, kill people, !!ha The demented Draven continued to speak wildly, frantically raising two newly-crafted odd axes and juggling them in his hands.

A terrible wind of axes blew.

"Good." Chen Senran nodded, and he stood up from his seat, "I'll rely on you two tonight, don't embarrass me." ”

He went straight to the door, pushed open the tavern door, and held something up towards the night rain sky.

A magic launcher containing a brilliant magic firework.

Fireworks to start a war.

Cleaning of fireworks.

Bloody fireworks.

He was sent back by Planck to preside over the purge.

Now, the time has come.

Chen Senran took a deep breath, the air with rain lifted his spirits, and he sighed: "It's really rainy, just right...... It washes away the smell of blood. ”

"Sting-" The device opened.

"Chew-" launch.

"Bang-" Beautiful fireworks burst into bloom in the humid night, emitting an incomparably bright white light.

It's as bright as ......

"Bang-"

Almost at the moment when the fireworks went off, all the pirates who remained in Bilgewater subconsciously raised their heads.

Then, they clenched the knives in their hands.

Because.

The dawn has come.

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When the fireworks go off.

Floran was riding in the carriage heading back, his heart sinking little by little as time went by.

The pirate who suddenly struck......

"Your Excellency, Lord Floran." At that moment, his coachman interrupted his musings, his voice anxious.

"What's the matter?" Floran was a little impatient, but he suppressed his anger anyway. Because he knew that he, a servant who had been with him for eighteen years, had always known his heart best.

He could never bother himself for no reason.

"My lord, the sky, look at the sky." The coachman replied with some trepidation.

Sky?

Florent was shocked. Immediately lifted the curtain and looked out.

I saw that above the sky, the originally dark place was dazzling.

The dazzling light directly illuminates the raindrops that fall in the stream.

This is......

"Quick, now, I'm going back right now." Floran's heart sank to its lowest point.

He vaguely felt as if something was wrong.

Uncle......

The coachman stopped talking nonsense and whipped his horse fiercely. The horses were moaning and moaning, and the whole car was almost flying.

But that's it, Floran still feels slow.

Because he was so upset.

"A little faster. Faster, ......," Floran suddenly stopped his own shout.

Because, too, the carriage stopped.

"Locke, what's wrong?" He called the coachman's name.

"My lord......" Locke's tone was a little solemn.

"...... the hell," Florent lifted the curtain a little impatiently. looked ahead.

It's a narrow alley. It was so narrow that it could barely fit a carriage through, and it was thought that Locke had taken a shortcut to get on the road.

At this moment, there is only one road ahead, which is the mouth of the alley, not far from the mouth of the alley.

And the entrance of the alley is blocked at the moment.

A horse-drawn carriage.

An old horse-drawn carriage.

A carriage with a thin red horse.

The dim magic lamp at the entrance of the alley reflected the decrepit face of the coachman of the carriage.

"Well, I'll just say, red lightning can definitely do it." The curtain is lifted. Graves jumped out of the car first.

This car, pulled by a thin red horse, was none other than Red Lightning.

Come and snipe Floran. Red lightning.

"Tom, you're amazing." Chen Senran was the second to jump out of the carriage.

It is also remarkable to be able to calculate the fastest sniper path in the shortest time when you know the target.

"You've won the prize, Master Jack." The old coachman modestly said, "A person only does one thing in his life, and if he still can't do it well, it will be too incompetent." ”

"Well said, old fellow, I like you, haha The crazy Draven jumped out of the carriage for the third, "Because I Draven is a single-minded person, I only do one thing in my life, and that is to kill people, and I am very professional." ”

After he finished speaking, he began to laugh and play with the two strange axes.

The odd-shaped axe spun in his hand at great speed, and the sharp blade of the axe cut through the wind and rain, making a piercing cracking sound.

Rub rub, like a beast grinding its claws.

It's hard to hear.

It's scary.

"Your Excellency...... What to do? Locke's face was ugly, he was intercepted, and there was no way back.

"......" Of course, Floran also saw the current situation, he was numb, he knew that something was definitely wrong, at sea, thinking like this, he calmed down instead, "Locke, rush over." ”

"Your Excellency......" Locke hesitated.

"I said, rush over." With that, Floran got into the carriage.

That resolute attitude made Graves, who was watching from afar, respectful.

"They're going to fight hard." Graves dusted off the rain on his body, and said a little indifferently, "Tom, is your car sturdy enough?" You won't be broken, will you? ”

"Uncle Graves, don't worry, I'm always a little old, but the old dog also has a few teeth that can't be broken." Tom grinned as he spoke, revealing a few teeth that were about to rot.

"Old man, we're going to kill someone, if you don't want to see blood, just avoid it." Chen Senran also felt the resolute aura not far away, and he said softly with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, old guy, I've lived on Blue Flame Island all my life, I've never seen any blood, I like it, I like to watch killing." Tom shook his head, smiling with a hideous grin.

What an old dog with a few teeth.

"Like to watch killing? That's great. Delevingne Ha Lu Da Lu smiled and stood in the front, "Come on, Uncle Delevingne, kill for you, let you see what the art of killing is, Ha Lu Ha ”

Delevingne laughed wildly, and the carriage began to charge, and Locke, who was driving, whipped with a resolute expression.

The carriage was in a hurry.

The rain was more intense. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Recently, the upward trend of books has declined again.

It's very weak