In the port of Misty Island, four battleships were ready to go under the pressure of the tide, and the first one was more than 100 meters tall, and several dragon flags fluttered in the wind on the huge double mainmast and the first and last masts.

The dragon depicted on the battle banner showed a dark crystal color like a void, and her eyes as deep as a wormhole seemed to be watching all the creatures in this land, sea, and world, and every line that built her dragon body revealed absolute order and majesty.

Asha.

This ship was the first sail battleship that Lear had built with all the resources and manpower of Misty Island, and when the bottle of peace, which symbolized peace, smashed into the side of the battleship, Lear named it "Hades".

"Are you all ready?"

Lear scanned the crowd in front of him, Haag, Ivo, Mrak, Tariq, Ilor, Landrig, and Sylvia stood like sculptures in the wind, except for Valenque and Old Kirk and the craftsmen who had been ordered to stay behind.

"Fight for you!"

Kenlo Haag's giant fist slammed into his chest like a sand bowl, and then the crowd and the warriors responded like a tsunami.

"For Yasha's sake, set sail!"

The sea breeze was furious, the waves were raging, and the young lord gave the order to sail.

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In the Deep Blue City, the northern harbor, in front of the dense crowd that swarmed like locusts, a huge bluestone altar stood on top of a low cliff.

Heavy moss crawled all over the stone walls around the altar, and the dark red particles shimmered on the altar and stone steps with an icy sheen, the blood left over from the sacrifice, and after so long, the angry tide and rain could not completely wash away the resentful spirits.

The sun had not yet set above the horizon, and a silver-white moon had slowly risen in the west.

On the altar, Adra, Jeremy, Peterley, Rinis, and the two high-ranking officials of the pirate group were kneeling in front of the Silver Moon with their faces in front of the sea in chains, and behind them were heavily armed fish-man warriors and a grim-faced Jindali.

"Peterley, are you going to die, and you still won't tell the secret of the treasure?, if you speak now, I'll go and intercede with Master Cusson for you, and at least you'll get a happy death, knowing that if you are devoured by the sirens as a sacrifice, your soul will fall into darkness forever." ”

Even if he had exhausted all his methods for more than twenty days, he had not gotten half a word from Peterly, and he had thought about opening a gap in Rinis, but this irascible old madman was no worse than Peterly, and once he almost succeeded in committing suicide during the torture, which made Kindali furious but had no way out.

People who are not even afraid of death are almost no threat, and even if they do, they are not something that Jindali can catch.

Peterley didn't pay any attention to Jindali's clamour, but turned his head to look at Rinis beside him, grinned and said, "Did you hear the old ghost, why don't you quickly explain the place where you hid the treasure, and I have a place to dig when I die." ”

"Phew!" Rinis spat in front of him. "Little bastard, Lao Tzu's treasure will not be given to you even if he is taken to hell, Lao Tzu has not settled accounts with you about abducting my daughter, you had better die early, otherwise Lao Tzu will definitely break your three legs when he catches up." ”

"Deaf" Rinis was not really deaf, he was just because he was short-tempered and could not listen to anyone's advice, so the pirates said that he had a pair of ears for nothing, which gave him such a nickname, but his angry shouting did not have much resentment in it, but Peterley let out a burst of insolent laughter again after hearing it.

"Hahaha, then don't think about the old thing, I must have run faster than you when I die, but then again, Anna's palm is really nostalgic. ”

"Nonsense! You don't see whose daughter it is! Rinis yelled again.

Seeing that a serious execution was about to turn into a confession meeting, Jindali was furious. "Shut their mouths!" he shouted at the guards behind him, and by now he knew that it was impossible to get any useful information.

It wasn't until Peterley and Rinis had two thick chunks of sackcloth stuffed in their mouths that he couldn't get away with his hatred, and after a series of violent punches and kicks at them, Kindali spat on them and walked away.

Peterley's expression did not change when he was beaten, he just glanced at Adela beside him with his peripheral vision, and slowly closed his eyes after seeing that the woman was as calm as ever.

The red sun in the west was gradually engulfed by the sea level, and a bright moon was like a silver platter hanging high in the void.

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the distance, the sound of the Fishman sacrifice came from the high platform, twelve horns made of giant sea beast bones, each carried by three people, and let out a low mournful cry in the approaching night, and the suppressed sound collided with the cliff wall and the waves, like the sound of the sea crying.

Thousands of ragged and haggard pirates and slaves were driven to the shore by the fish-man warriors, and the messengers of the sirens did not emerge from the depths of the sea until the middle of the moon, but the first step of the sacrifice was to sing the praises of the sea god with blood, and these people were the first wave of sacrifices.

Three giant totems symbolizing the three heads of the sirens have already stood on the rough shore, and the fish-man priests dance around the totem poles, while the witches kneel on the periphery and begin to chant an obscure incantation.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Peterley on the altar watched this scene and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground with disdain, but was immediately beaten by a storm of fish-man warriors behind him, who scolded and stomped on Peterley's head until his body was no longer moving.

"Why bother, save some strength to have a better chance of living. After the fish-man warriors dispersed, Adela sighed softly, and Peterley knelt on the ground with his hands tied behind his back and did not respond, but Rinis heard it and sipped disdainfully: "It's all like this, you still expect your lord to come to save you?

After the trade with Peterley began, Adela and Rinis had many contacts, and since the three of them had been locked up together, she and Petery did not deliberately avoid each other, so it was not surprising that the old deaf man knew this.

Indeed, Rinis is right, the Siren's birthday is one of the most important sacrifices of the Fish-Man Clan, and at this time of year, all the Fish-Man territories on this sea will hold a grand sacrifice, and the gathering of Fish-Man warriors brings an obvious problem, that is, the increase in defense level.

Now in the open space below the altar, there are hundreds of crocodile warriors alone, and a huge black shadow jumps up in the fjord in the distance from time to time, it is the sea dragon preying, plus the sea warlocks and pirates driven by the fish-people, not to mention Lear, even the Marquis of Erry has to retreat when he sees it.

Of course, Adela knew exactly what Lear's strength was, and such a scene was far beyond his control, but she was paranoid about believing that he would come, not only would he come, but that he would get them out unscathed.

If I had to ask why, it would probably be that man has always been good at creating miracles.

"He'll come. Adela didn't argue with Rinice, her tone was soft, but her firmness was unmistakable.

"Then wait, I'd love to meet the guy who made you so desperate, and see if he really has three heads and six arms. ”

Peter propped himself up on his shoulders, letting the crimson blood run down his forehead into his eyes and lips, staring at the place where the moon had risen, the silver disc getting brighter and colder.

Rinis smacked his lips, but after glancing at Peterley, he didn't say anything.

"Sacrifice!"

As the voice of the fishman priestess fell, the fish-man warriors on the shore coldly raised their weapons in their hands, the sound of the cold front entering the flesh was muffled by the ebb and flow of the tide, and the cries of despair did not spread far one after another, and they ran aground powerlessly in the darkness.

In the thick smell of blood, the moon finally reached the highest position.

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