Cannibal tribe island, deep in the forest.

In the middle of the forest was a valley with a large river running through it, and on one side of the river there were a dozen small boats, and on the bank there was a row of woods, but not as dense as the trees in the opposite forest, and behind the woods were a tribe of strange wooden houses and tree houses.

Next to the largest cabin, there was a makeshift cage made of hardwood and thick cables, in which the captured pirates of the Black Fantasy were now tied, but their hands and feet were tied, and they were hanging from the cage, unable to move.

Charles, who was fainted by the poison, received special treatment, he killed eight of the most powerful warriors of the tribe, and many cannibals were injured because of him, because of the terrible state of the Scorpion King, so Charles was tied up and down at this time, and there were several specialized cannibals watching him.

The chief of the cannibal tribe wants to kill Charles, because he is too powerful, and the chief is afraid that when Charles wakes up, he will cause harm to the rest of the tribe, and there are no warriors to resist Charles with their lives, and when Charles wakes up, the tribe will be finished.

And the priest did not think so, in his opinion, Charles was poisoned, even if he did not die, he would not have come to his senses so quickly, he was going to sacrifice Charles to their god, if Charles died before the sacrifice, their god would be angry.

Rumble!

Rumble!

From time to time, the sound of pirates bombarding the island's woods reached the ears of the natives of the cannibal tribe, who looked angrily at the smoky woods, holding sharp wooden spears and some sharp axes and stone hammers in their hands.

There were also some cannibals who were carrying the contents of the outside into the cellar, and the priest did not plan to sacrifice immediately, because he knew that a storm would soon come, and if the sacrifice was carried out, the ritual might be ruined by the storm.

On the other side of the river, several cannibal natives rowed over, nervously running to the chief's house and telling him what had just happened.

Including the bad news that his brother was caught by that group of rude pirates.

The priest was also on the side, and he listened with a blank face, his heart full of mockery of the price his brother had paid for his recklessness.

His brother thought it would be ridiculous that he could intimidate the pirates into giving up burning the woods.

They're pirates!

It is a robber on the sea, a natural enemy of the natives!

"The storm is coming soon, leave the pirates alone, their sailboats will be overturned by the waves, and when the storm is over, let our warriors go to the beach and bring back useful things from the wreckage. ”

The priest spoke in the native language to the chief and the two cannibals who had come to report, telling them to hurry up and take the things outside to the cellar.

Living in the waters of the Stormy Sea, these cannibal natives have long been accustomed to storms.

"Priest, aren't we going to get Jegruba back?"

The chief looked at his brother and sighed.

"How can we save them? We were able to defeat those pirates because I found the ship before they came ashore!

"Do you know how many warriors we've died trying to catch those pirates? Ninety-seven! including eight of the tribe's most powerful warriors, and you want me to trade the warriors' lives for food?

The priest looked at the chief in a cold voice, and Tie Qing's face finally softened.

"I warned him not to go, but he didn't listen, so he had to bear the consequences. ”

The chief nodded, knowing that there was nothing he could do to change the priest's mind.

Although he was a chief, the priest had much more say than him, and he had to admit that there was some truth in what the priest said.

Soon, the sea breeze became fierce, and the originally clear sky was completely obscured by dark clouds in a very short time.

The natives burrowed into the woods and sheltered from the rainstorm in their treehouses, and the cellars had been sealed to ensure that no rain would flow in.

The captured pirates were driven by the natives into a rocky cave at the end of the valley, which was blocked by the natives with boulders, leaving only a ventilated opening.

Charles was so special that he was imprisoned in a place where the natives used to store rum and spices that had been looted from other merchant ships or pirate ships.

The blizzard was falling and raining down on the island, and the natives waited in the treehouses, and when the storm was over, they would go to the beach and finish off the damn pirates.

The flames of the forest had been extinguished, and the side of the forest near the beach had been almost destroyed, almost entirely debris of the trees and scorched marks.

In the forest, twelve figures braved the blizzard and advanced into the depths of the woods.

Led by Anna, she took Ves, Billy, and Danny's skull pirates as a total of twelve pirates, intending to take advantage of the rainstorm to raid.

She also has a total of three magic muskets in her hands, and the magic flames of the muskets are not afraid of rain, even in this kind of rainstormy weather, they can still destroy large wooden houses of the natives.

The woods were filled with the roar of the wind, and the twelve were silent, their eyes full of anger.

They killed and wounded almost half of their crew, just because of these savage natives!

In the indigenous tribes, there is a storage room for rum and spices.

Charles's back was a blur of flesh and blood, and in some places his vertebrae could almost be seen, and he withdrew from the Scorpion King form due to his coma, and the gold bracelet automatically appeared on his arm.

Next to him were two strong natives who were in charge of guarding Charles, one of whom had a wooden thorn in his hand that was smeared with venom, and he stabbed Charles from time to time.

"Hmm~"

A slight moan came out of Charles's mouth, and the dazed natives immediately panicked, he had seen Charles kill so many natives.

"He's awake! He's waking up!

The native pushed his companion, and the native was also frightened, and stabbed Charles twice with a wooden thorn.

Charles felt a pang of pain, and his closed eyes snapped open, and a humanoid with a jackal's head could be faintly seen from within......

"Stun him!

The native scrambling for weapons, but the barrels of rum and spices were so big that he was afraid of stoneing Charles to death, as the priest had warned him not to let him die.

The native looked around, his gaze falling on the gold bracelet on Charles' arm.