Mordred is the boss of the Rednose Pirate Colony, who once roamed the North Sea, and Jacques couldn't hold his head up. In its heyday, which merchant ship did not fly his flag?

There is always a time when heroes grow old. With the continuous advancement of ice floating island technology and the gradual opening of artificial waterways, the golden age of pirates came to an end. Mordred had a unique vision and decisively surrendered to Jagenke, choosing the Strait of Kgomo, a place that seems to be beautiful, but in fact has a weak follow-up, as a place to stay. Jacques was also happy to save huge sums of money on military spending. Since then, there is no more Rednose Pirates, and there is one more governor.

Mordred lived in the Strait of Quegomo for ten years and seemed to have forgotten all the glory and glory of the past. Most of the old pirate brothers of the original pirates are also scattered, and the sky is on different sides. As he had expected, the Strait of Kgomo was declining, and the population was moving to Jagenk and its satellite towns, and finally, the once golden waterways were completely abandoned, and the ships of the past were gone, and only the howling strait stood lonely, guarding the gateway from the Far North to the North Sea.

Mordred, on the other hand, has changed from a pirate as light as a swallow to a fat man weighing more than two hundred pounds in two years.

The powerful Mordred is old and useless. Almost everyone thinks so, but there are also some discerning people who believe that it is not decadence, but dormancy. He's waiting for a chance to make a comeback.

For example, the Cult of the Illuminati.

The Kgomo Strait, which no one cares about, is simply the perfect testing ground for xenomorph weapons. For an old pirate who is still ambitious, a small favor is enough to make him bow down.

Mordred has no affection for the Cult of the Illuminati. Under the guise of saving the world, it collects high taxes from everyone, whether it is the elderly or infants. What? You dare not pay God's taxes? Are you a hypocrite or a heretic?

The Cult of the Illuminati has become a gigantic, ubiquitous tax collector, hollowing out the last corner of everyone's pockets. No, the tax collector will not ask you to kneel down after collecting the tax to show your piety and warmly say that you are welcome to come back!

Moreover, the stronghold of the Cult of the Illuminati is in Doland, but here is the North Sea, the North Sea with complex and tolerant beliefs. Look at the way the Illuminati Cult acts, if you make a scene with them, the rich and stable Beihai will soon be rich and unstable.

He didn't want to be a dog.

That's when a letter from Concord caught his eye: a magical, breathing stone.

Above the sea belongs to the humans, and below the sea to the gods. This is a common saying handed down by the old people of Beihai.

He has always scoffed at this, so how can fishing be considered blasphemy? It's just that the ancients didn't have the ability to exploit underwater resources.

Will a stone that can breathe underwater be my chance to recover?

He instructed Concord to talk to the owner of the stone, but unexpectedly, Concord used crooked means and brought in the people of the Cult of Light!

He secretly complained, Concord, I know you are bitter, but, old brother for many years, do you also think that I am a plaything and a wreck?

Compared to the Cult of the Illuminati, the young and energetic Cult of the Dark God is more attractive.

He carefully studied the Nine Commandments and Thirteen Commandments circulated by the Cult of the Dark God, and decided that they were just a group of ambitious technocrats who took their personal rights to the sky.

Working with these guys seems more promising, right?

But now, the plan of cooperation is going to be disrupted by this old bastard. What to do?

It would have been nice to have been open and honest at the beginning! It's too late to say anything.

When he came to his senses, the winner was decided. Xeno- No, the alienated Concord has been brought down by Dark, and Isabella raises the spear of Longinus and nails it to the ground with a single shot.

Duck shouted: "He has been completely assimilated by the alien species, and there is no help! Brother Mordred, do you want to clean up that inhumane god stick and avenge him?"

Mordred exclaimed, "I lied to you just now, you ......"

Duck smiled: "Who doesn't have a secret? When you kill this villain who desecrates his life, you can tell me about the heroic deeds that spanned the world back then!"

"Good!"

The old priest over there shouted, "Mordred, you have figured it out, this is to be the enemy of the God of Light!"

Mordred sneered: "I'm not an enemy of God, but I just don't want to share the blue of the sky and the sea with those gods who do dirty and despicable things in the name of God!

The old priest laughed, "Before that, the little girl's neck will be broken." As he spoke, the illusion flickered, revealing the image of a little girl struggling desperately.

"Despicable!"

The old priest's sharp and slender nails slid back and forth on the little girl's thin neck: "People are all yearning for the light, even if there will be necessary evil, even if there will be a few lawless people hidden in it, how can they cover the warmth of the light - smart people are inevitably confused, so let's help me kill those two dark believers, our previous misunderstanding, write off, how about it?"

"What if I say no?"

"You think it's just me? I tell you clearly, the Knights of Light will soon arrive here, and this will become the second strong fortress against the infidels after Doland. Even if I die, I can't change anything. The big picture, my dear Mordred, that's the big picture. Wouldn't it be good for us to work together to spread the light in all directions one day sooner, and let these damned alchemy full of evil aura disappear one day sooner?"

"Humph!"

"Mordred, there's a limit to my patience, don't force me. I'm a kind person and don't want to see a sad ending. ”

"I'd like to hear what it is. ”

"The evil Dark Henchmen tried to corrupt the pirate-turned-light-hearted Governor, but they were sternly refused. So he was so angry that he slaughtered one of the Governor's villages, and turned all the poor villagers into living corpses and terrible aliens," the thin fingers covered with old age spots ruffled the little girl's chin, "Tsk, what a delicate little face, what delicate skin, what a lovely little beauty embryo—even such a little girl has not been spared, dead, all dead!"

"Really good script, and then?"

"The angry Governor and his loyal men embarked on a journey of revenge, chasing the shadows of evil across the vast snowy fields, and in the end, the Dark Hench were completely destroyed, and the Governor and his men, also fell in a pool of blood, defending the light he loved with their lives. In recognition of his courage and to prevent the recurrence of evil, the Jagenque City Council decided to build a Shrine of Light here. Since then, it has been guarded by the Cult of the Illuminati. ”

Mordred laughed with Dark.

"What are you laughing at?"

Darker said, "There is an elder of the Dark God Cult who said that when people are dying, they always say a few good words. Now, it doesn't all seem right. ”

Mordred laughed: "Old god stick, there is someone behind you, who is going to cut your head with a knife!"

The old priest looked up to the sky and laughed: "This trick will be useful—"

The rising tone of the interrogative sentence is not raised.

A flash of coldness.

There was a soft bang, and his head was rushed up by the powerful blood pressure for half a day.

The little girl cried and plunged into the arms of the man: "Grandpa, grandpa!"

Holding the little girl in one hand and the sailor knife in the other, the visitor said to the people on the other end of the communication circle: "Boss, two dark believers, old Johnny, thank you!"

Mordred waved at him enthusiastically: "Old man, the sea is going to be waves, come back, my first mate!"

"Yes, Captain, my Captain!"

At this time, the bell of the church bell tower rang again, and was swept up by the howling north wind, and it was heard far, far away.