Chapter Ninety-Eight: Targeted

As soon as the black-haired knight said this, after the sound wave swept through the council hall, all the pirate councillors looked at him differently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info was first suspicious, suspicious, and shocked, and after a short period of fermentation, they all turned into awe.

This is clearly to use his personal safety in exchange for room for the pirates to negotiate with the undead.

If this is a big gamble to climb to the pinnacle of power, then the sacrifice is too great, or rather...... This sea thief is actually a compassionate saint?

Anyway...... If a plan does work, like a catastrophe that can be avoided at the negotiating table, then it will be a good thing for all the pirates in the Uncharted Sea.

After spending so much time and effort and gaining command of the Combined Fleet, does Yare really want to negotiate?

That's weird!

He is planning to become a sea pirate in the uncharted sea, just to borrow power from the pirates, not for the so-called pirate career, what he really wants is the ghost fleet through and through.

At first, the black-haired knight tried to incite a war between the pirates and the undead, so that the two would consume each other, and take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of it. But since becoming the commander-in-chief of the Combined Fleet, and having a powerful group of golden warriors, he has completely changed his mind.

The reason is that with the current strength of Yare, coupled with the status of the uncrowned One Piece, there is no need for pirates and ghost island to consume each other. With just a little bit of cunning, you can directly ask for what you want. On the contrary, if the Ghost Fleet is over-consumed, the harvest he has been preparing to harvest during his dormant time will be greatly reduced.

Now, the black-haired knight wants to have a meeting with the high undead in every possible way, the purpose is to get close to them, and then directly behead them.

There are good reasons why he made such a plan.

For a long time, Yalei insisted on stealing the sentry on Ghost Island rain or shine, and obtained a lot of core information by interrogating the group of mentally handicapped undead, and then piecing together that little bit of information.

One of the most important pieces of information is that the hideout of the High Undead is an enclosed space made up of a white desert and quartz branches.

Not in this world, without that damn Holy Order Lock suppression, he has no limits.

The black-haired knight has enough self-confidence, as long as he fully exerts his current strength, with the help of Kara and them, it will not be a problem to take down the high undead.

The Dixia Lei of the high-level undead is also clear, and Bag belongs to the slightly weaker high-level undead, and the strongest group is not more than the sixth order, which is far from him.

Because of this, the black-haired knight has the operation to kidnap the entire pirate force today, and in the name of the commander of the combined fleet, he asked to meet with the high undead.

After all, it was too difficult to break into the enclosed space, and if those high-level undead were bent on holding on, he would have no choice. But if you are invited directly, everything will be much easier.

......

After an hour-long debate, the Pirate Council finally approved Blackbeard's request in the name of the Pirate Council, allowing him to lead an army to Ghost Island to meet with the High Undead.

At the same time, Whitebeard was appointed as the deputy commander of the Combined Fleet, and the deputy commander did not have any rights of his own, but if something happened to the commander, he could immediately take over the military power in case of accidents.

Ari stood in the center of the wide hall, his back straight, watching the solemn wooden hammer strike on the pirate codex, the corners of his lips curled up without a trace.

The crisp hammer sound in my ears seemed to get farther and farther away, fading into a muffled sound like a bell.

He knew that this represented the death knell of the Ghost Isles.

......

Blackbeard Pirates, frigate number three.

The aquatic group that has just gained the power of gold is training on a small scale on the deck to adapt to the newly acquired strength.

Luo Luo, who was dressed in white and blue pants, sat directly on the deck, his slender eyes were half-closed and half-closed, his hands were clutching a steel bar, and the pale golden fighting spirit was surging violently on his skin. Like a small wave of turbulence, on the deck below, a drop of sweat is clearly visible.

Gurgle-cluck-cluck!

Under the infusion of the power of gold, the steel bar in his hand "came to life" little by little, and it wriggled and rolled around like a snake, and suddenly rushed to the deck.

The clear sound with metal sliding across the plank, centered on Luo Luo's body, quickly rotated around him, and from time to time raised his "head" to look in all directions, as if to guard the surroundings for his master.

After seeing this scene, Yalei, who was watching their training from the side, suddenly moved in his heart, and his body disappeared in place, and the long sword coated with a layer of pitch-black light was wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder and slashed towards Luo Luo.

He controlled his strength and fighting spirit at about fifty percent, but this sword was still as fast as thunder, and according to Luo Luo's reaction speed before he advanced, even if he could avoid this blow, he would be extremely embarrassed.

Qiang!

His slash was directly parried, and the steel bars that sprang up from the deck stood up and steadily blocked the black-haired knight's fighting slash, although it was split in two without any suspense, but it really caught up with his speed at the moment.

"This is your power of origin?"

Yalei lifted his weight and stopped his blade, lifted his sword back into its sheath, and an approving expression appeared on his face.

"That's right. ā€

Luo Luo opened his slender and bewitching eyes, his thick eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows on his cheeks, looked at the black-haired knight respectfully, and explained carefully:

"My power of origin is activation, and only for the activation of metals, it seems to give them a certain animal nature. The steel bar that you just cut off was given the nature of a snake by me, so the reaction speed is very fast. The only pity is that they can't be too far away from me, and there is a limit to the time and amount of activation. ā€

"Good for your origins. ā€

Yalei stared at the steel bars that were still twitching and wriggling on the deck, and several uses of this power came to mind, and blurted out happily:

"Despite all your shortcomings, this power, combined with the power of gold, can still make you an extremely difficult killer. ā€

"Compared to me, the origin of that Goethe guy is ......"

Luo Luo bit his thin lip lightly, turned his head to look in the direction of his friend, and a look of envy appeared in his eyes.

"Hahaha! Tremble, you stupid fish!"

Goethe was standing at the bow of the ship and laughing wildly, and from time to time a thick column of deep purple air condensed in his hand, bombarding the sea below. The sea fish in the place where it passed directly died, and there was a little glimmer of clear spirit, and the corpse of the fish flowed backwards along the air column.

I don't know if it's been affected by the mass of the groove that entered the body for too long, or if it is said that he was born with a certain degree of fit, the origin of this guy's awakening is directly the groove.

It has the ability to create and radiate corpse gas, and can directly strip the soul of the victim, and is powerful, and the opponent whose soul is not stable enough will die as soon as he shines.

For a knight of the god level, Goethe's power is not a threat, but for opponents below the god level and whose soul strength is not as strong as his, this guy is simply a death-like existence.

"By the way, how long has he been standing there?" the black-haired knight suddenly asked, staring at someone who had been giggling.

"It's been a whole day, it's been like that since last night......" Luo Luo stuck out his tongue secretly.

......

After dragging the goethe carried away back to the cabin and reprimanding him severely, the guy's mood finally stabilized. So Yalei gathered the rest of his men and prepared to start working on a detailed battle plan.

The black-haired knight drew up a list of decapitation planners - Kara, Clark, Lydia, Bruno, Goethe, Lolo, and most importantly, himself.

There are a total of seven people, each of whom is a warrior with the power of gold and beyond the fifth order, and if they face any high-level undead in the enclosed space, even if they cannot be defeated, they will not be defeated in a short time.

"I'll put your names on the list of visits, and since you're not visible in the Mystic Sea, there's a good chance you'll be accepted. If things go well, I ask you to entangle one opponent for each of you after the war. ā€

As he spoke, Yalei took out a sketchbook from his bosom, put the hand-drawn portraits on the table, and introduced them one by one:

"These three are the three strongest high-level undead in the Ghost Islands, the King of Silence, the King of Weeping, and the Queen of Soul Sharks. I'll deal with the three of them, and your opponent is here. ā€

As he spoke, he pointed to six other sketch portraits and explained in detail:

"These six are just another group of slightly weaker high-level undead, but their strength still cannot be underestimated, and the strength of each one is not below you. Remember not to fight to the death, be good at walking, containing, and making good use of the terrain there, and pay special attention to protecting yourself. Your task is to hold them back, and when I clean up the three big guys, it will be much easier to deal with this group of weak ones. ā€

"Boss...... Where did these pictures come from? I can't see it at all. ā€

Kara looked at the clumsy sketches with skewed lines, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt so dazzled that she couldn't recognize what was actually drawn on the paper.

"I forced those low-level undead to draw them, don't look at them so ugly, they really did their best. ā€

The black-haired knight tapped his forehead with his hand, reluctantly pushed away the sketches and graffiti, and after thinking about it, he simply dictated it directly with his own understanding:

"The energy fluctuations of the three great undead are the strongest, and they will definitely not admit their mistakes, after seeing me rushing over, you should not interfere in this battle. Among the other six high-level undead, the one that excels in speed is a black gorilla, the one with the strongest defense is a giant mantis, and the one with the most ferocious and strongest shelling is a leopard. The upper body of the one with the largest attack range is a human boy, the lower body is a white octopus body, and the one with the strongest spellcasting ability is half human and half tree.

The last one is not yet humanized, and you can recognize it at a glance, and it is also the weakest one in combat, but it has a powerful illusion ability. ā€

"I see, I remember. ā€

Everyone showed expressions of sudden realization, and their minds were suddenly impressed, as if they had seen each other with their own eyes. (To be continued.) )