Sean woke up to a dark eye, and he began to think about what had happened, and after feeling the chains on his hands and feet, he could be sure. The pen & fun & www.biquge.info himself was kidnapped by pirates, and where is this now? In what cell, or has it been sold as a commodity?

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see clearly what he saw, and there were seven or eight "cellmates" around him, and a closer look showed that they were all seamen on board, and of course, Kenneth would not be here. Damn traitor! He should have thought that something was wrong with this new second mate, and he really didn't know how he got past the cunning Mason.

As soon as I moved, I felt a feeling of weakness coming up, because the effect of the medicine had not yet passed. In comparison, the young people on the ship recovered more, and their young bodies were able to pass the drug period quickly, but Sean did not feel that their situation was better than his own.

Looking at those blank, frightened, and panicked eyes, Sean couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. After all, the sturdy bodies of these young men had not been washed by the sea for a long time, and their vain appearance became shaky under the blowing of the wind.

It wasn't long before Sean found him, his old buddy, Scott. The poor old captain had not yet woken up from the potions, but he had drunk a long sip of "fine wine" before. He dragged his weight and crawled up to Scott's side and slapped him in the face.

The captain of a ship woke up in a daze, and the first thing he did after regaining consciousness was to sit up and roar angrily: "I'm going to slaughter this dead bug with two swords! scum! scum! son of a bitch!" An old captain's self-cultivation was fully displayed for a while.

"Sean, where are we?" said the captain after calming down, habitually thinking about his first mate. Even if he is reduced to a prisoner, his voice is still so loud.

"Report to the captain, we are now in a pirate dungeon, with no wind and no waves. Sean replied with a wry smile, this was a daily conversation between the two of them in the past, and it was quite smooth to talk about it now.

"Hahaha," Scott laughed, "Damn! First mate, why are you still laughing at this time?"

Sean took the locks on the other party's hands and said with a smile, "Because they only locked my hands and feet." "It's all right, what kind of storm we can't withstand?" he said as if to the old fellow Scott, and to all the wilted young sailors. But it obviously doesn't do much for the weak kids.

The bars of the "Dangdang" cell were knocked. One of the pirates grimaced as he laid down a large basin of food that he had not known to be made of, and wiped his hand against the bars as he left. Looks like this is the time for today's dinner.

"Come, eat, guys!" said Scott, whose voice was still as high-pitched as ever, but this time the crew did not rush up like seabirds. They sat silent, staring at the ground, completely devoid of the vitality of a young man.

Sean patted the captain on the back, signaling that there was no need to say more. When the two of them arrived at the bowl of unknown food, they began to put the so-called food into their mouths with their hands.

"First mate, guess what I ate? Half a shrimp, the shrimp of Longxinhai has never disappointed me. The captain laughed as he ate.

Sean is not much quieter than him: "Look at the furrows on your face, let's eat more vegetables, my wife has always said that they are beautiful, although she is still the same for decades." Wait, do you think that's going to be their effect?"

"The smell reminds me of my mom cooking lunch when I was a kid, and it's hard for me to imagine how my dad got rid of that 'delicious' pot. ”

The pirate standing guard outside the door looked at the two gobbling and talking in amazement, he had seen a lot of prisoners, but it seemed to be the first time he had seen someone enjoy that disgusting pot of stuff so much.

Of course, this is not something that everyone can understand, only the resilient know that being alive is more important than most things.

"Oh, I miss my son," said the captain, leaning against the wall and burping when he was full, "and when I'm at home, he always gives me a squeeze on the shoulder when I'm done." ”

"Don't you, old fellow. Sean scolded with a laugh, and he patted the old captain. And why didn't he want his son? Moreover, when he left home, his whereabouts were unknown, and he didn't know what happened to his son. No, he must go back!

It was a long time after dinner, and Sean was probably around eight o'clock in the evening. Several pirates opened the cell door and drove them out.

The captain pulled his first mate and signaled that now was not a good time for him to do so. So they were herded into a circular clearing.

"Chief, everyone has been brought, how many fights are going to be fought tonight?" said a bowed pirate leaning down to his leader.

The leader, Ava, was half-lying on his spacious stone chair, and he held out three fingers.

"Got it! I promise you won't lose out to the Devil's Cave!" the pirate is obviously exaggerating again, the Devil's Cave is a legendary arena, and according to the chronicles, it should be the first arena in the world of Kambier, although there is no information about its exact location. So it has become a distant legend, and of course, now, more often than not, it only appears in the mouths of braggarts.

Shaun stood at one end of the clearing, looking at the firelit land, the excited pirates around it, and the pirate leader on the stone chair in the distance opposite, he suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

"You, come!" a sword-wielding pirate said to the young man beside Sean. They took him to the center of the clearing, unchained him from his feet and handcuffs, and gave him a rusty, one-handed sword. The poor sailor held it, trembling like a puppy with cold hands.

What was going to happen next was already self-evident, Sean frowned. Scott next to him had even chanted: May the god of the sea bless.

Soon, the young sailor's opponent for tonight appeared, an unkempt and strong man, and judging by this appearance, his time here will not be short. If such feasts were held here on a regular basis, it is estimated that his former companions would have died tragically under his sword. Look at the tooth marks on his chest, the **** who should have been there was bitten off by a mouth, and you can imagine how much hatred the dying person was.

He skillfully used the long sword in his hand to play with the sword flower, and looked around his opponent. However, no matter how strong he looks, he can't hide the marks of his hands and feet being strangled by iron cuffs, and he is also a prisoner of war.

As several pirates blew the topography conch, the battle began, and all the pirates cheered loudly, shouting in Kroenke language: "****!****!" while the audience on the other side of the arena was in a much more solemn mood.

Young sailors even had to snuggle up to each other to stay on their feet, and Sean could even see tears in some people's eyes. Sometimes it's the most useless water in the world, and it can't even be drunk.

On the field, the strong man raised his sword and slashed at the young man, but it seemed that in order to achieve the effect of the show, he did not be ruthless at the first time, and the first few swords were all tentative swings. No matter how frightened the young sailor was, he was able to catch it.

As the pirate's voice grew louder and louder, the atmosphere continued to heat up, and the strong man knew that it was almost time. Then he swung his sword again, and the seemingly casual blow was as casual as before, but it was secretly forced, and the blow cut off a whole strip of flesh from the young man's right hand, from the shoulder to the wrist, a long one. The bones were visible, but they were quickly drowned in blood.

It seems that the effect of the show has been achieved, and the onlookers are cheering with their weapons in their hands. The sailors on the other side were already trembling their pores, and their brains were bursting with the slightest inhuman laughter.

The chains in Sean's hands were already tightened and creaked, but fortunately, the calm captain stopped him.

The young sailor on the field let go of his sword and howled in pain, as he gave up his last chance of survival. However, the strong man was obviously not so merciful, and his sword was sharp enough to cut off some of the flesh on the other party's body.

And every slice of flesh he shaved was accompanied by a heart-rending roar and a louder cry from the pirates. Until the sailor's arm was only brittle bones, the strong man was not ready to stop.

And the young man was already unbearable, and he let out the last burst of his life, shouting and rushing at the strong man.

Then a long sword slashed from his abdomen to his chin, causing many parts of it to fall out of the sword and hang in front of the pirates like a trophy on display. "Ah......h At least at the last moment before he died, he still showed the bloody nature that a man should have.

Only the strong man stood in the middle of the clearing with a smug face enjoying the cheers of the pirates, he knew how to please these brutal fellows, and he himself did not seem to be ashamed of playing the role of a clown.

On the other side, the young sailor was already spitting, and Sean was about to rush forward to attack the scumbag, this creature that was not even as good as a dog really did not deserve to live until now!

The pirate minions who arranged this bloody battle showed a satisfied smile and looked at the leader, and the corners of the leader's mouth were also slightly smiling. That's not it, this strong man is a first-order swordsman who serves as a merchant ship guard, and he was also in the limelight at the beginning, when he was still a person escorting merchant ships.

Several pirates in charge of clearing the yard took away the corpses and entrails from the yard as if they were garbage. Next, the pirates began to pick people again. "Huh, old fellow, come here. "This time they picked the old captain.

At this time, Sean couldn't hold back any longer, he stood in front of the captain and walked up.

"Go for it!" the pirate kicked Sean in the back and caused him to stumble and almost fall. Then he uncuffed his handcuffs, and then, no more, he handed Sean a single-handed sword full of notches and left the field. Yes, the shackles on Sean's legs have not yet been undone.

"Son of a bitch!" Sean also burst into a foul mouth, but no one could hear the pirate's noise, well, only a fool would argue with the pirate whether it was fair or not.

The snail sounded, and the strong man came again with a sword, the first sword.

Sean caught the joking sword and pressed him against the strong man's chest, bringing the two together, "Have you forgotten how to live like a human being?" he asked.

Of course, the strong man could hear what he was saying, "You're going to be slaughtered by me like a chicken and duck, and then I'm going to dig out your balls and put them in your eyes to make you look like that." Maybe it's been a long time since he's spoken, and some of his syllables have changed their voices, but Sean still understands the disgusting meaning of his words.

"Don't worry, I won't let you live with shame anymore!" Sean exerted force, and the two separated again. He almost lost his footing due to the shackles on his feet, and retreated to the edge of the field, only to be pushed back by the onlookers of pirates. This time he couldn't control his weight and fell on the field.

And the long sword will not wait for him to stand up, it has already come, it has grazed the stones on the ground and can even stir up sparks, it can be seen that he has no spare strength this time. Sean rolls on the ground dodging deadly attacks. The shameless strong man shouted, "Don't run!

Finally, Sean rolled over to a one-handed sword on the field, which had been left by the young sailor from earlier, and he picked it up. With the support of the two swords, he stood up, and then he swung and swirled them, how long had it been since he had held them like this?

After such a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little rusty when he wielded the dual swords again, but soon under the high-intensity attack and defense, that feeling was gradually recovered.

He felt that a strong man was probably a first-order strength, and even if a person like this was mediocre, it was more than enough to deal with most ordinary people.

Sean could clearly feel that his strength and physical strength were suppressed by the other party, and he had to end the fight as soon as possible, otherwise he would really die here in humiliation.

A familiar feeling between the swords in his two hands made him find his long-lost fighting instinct, and he used his fighting skills. Combat skills are divided into heroic skills and non-heroic skills, only combat skills need the support of combat courage to release, and non-combat skills are just ordinary combat skills, which can be mastered and released by anyone.

A "double-edged tooth removal", when the two short swords wandered between the strong man's hands, they actually unloaded the two-handed swords in his hands by a magical amplitude! As the long swords landed, the strong man just showed a stunned look, and they were frozen forever.

Sean cut the opponent's neck with his left hand, and after turning around, the one-handed sword in his right hand knocked the severed head away with the back of the sword, and the arterial blood gushed out like a fountain, pouring his arms all over, and he shook his hand vigorously, it was really dirty blood! And the bloody head flew right towards the pirate leader on the stone chair and landed at his feet. The pirates, who were still excited before, seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water and quieted down.

At that moment, Sean felt not the heartiness of revenge, but an inexplicable sadness, wasn't he doing the same thing as the strong man? He turned to stare at the man on the stone chair.

Ava snorted with his nose, kicked off the head, and left. And that's the end of today's POW competition.

"Lay down your arms!" Sean said when he heard the pirate next to him order. He clutched his twin swords tightly, and if this was him ten years ago, he would definitely ...... Well, he now has a wife, and a son. He slowly let go of the sword in his hand. Then he saw a pirate with a thief's eye, and he said, "Do you think you are great, and don't forget, to-morrow you will stand here like this and kill your companions!"

Sean squinted at the pirate in front of him, his bare head covered only by braids like tree roots.

Maybe there are some things that are really passed down from parents to children......