It didn't take long for Foyego to use the sword in his hand to protect Isolde while walking out of the tentacle cage built by Naga Capolos.

After the battle, Foyego had no intention of entanglement with Naga Capolos, and after bursting into the sky with black mist, he galloped southwest.

"It's over... No surprising results. ”

On the space battleship, Seraphine sighed, not surprised by the result.

Because of the series of events that happened in Bilgewater, in her mind, Foyego's threat to Bilgewater should be removed as soon as possible.

There are two ways to get rid of the threat from Foyego, one is to eliminate him, and the other is to make him lose interest in Bilgewater.

Destroying Foyego is not possible for the time being with her strength. Even if Naga Capolos was counted, he would not be able to pose a mortal threat to Foyego in the end.

A demigod-level existence... It's just too hard to kill.

In comparison, it was much easier to get Foyego to lose interest in Bilgewater.

Foyego would have been desperate to come here for the sake of Isolde's soul. For Seraphine, it is undoubtedly a good thing to let her take her soul away.

She had also heard about the war in Ionia, and the two demigod-level beings were suppressed and could not ascend to Ionia. The man behind Foyego may also be more eager to let him go to Ionia.

After all, compared to the battle hidden in the shadows, Bilgewater can only be counted as a small chessboard.

"Teacher, is Isurd's other half of his soul in Ionia?" Seraphine asked.

Grad said calmly, "It's still in the Isle of Shadows. ”

"Already got it by Foyego?" Seraphine was slightly surprised.

With Foyego's character, he should be able to stay on top of each other.

"Foyego is brute force." Greed shook his head, "As long as he has a heart, he can't sense it on his own." ”

"The hook?"

Seraphine suddenly remembered the hook that flew from the Isle of Shadows, and then remembered that Federtic had followed the hook into the Isle of Shadows.

Maybe... Behind all of this is the conspiracy of the Trifali Council and the teacher.

She shook her head and told herself not to think too much, with her current strength and ability, it would be useless to think too much.

At the very least, Bilgewater will have a chance to develop for a while.

......

Foyego skimmed through the air quickly, but his brow furrowed as he passed through an isolated island.

Without thinking about it, the Broken King Sword in his hand came out of his hand and roared out in mid-air, rushing straight towards the isolated island in front of him.

Rumble!!!

A large stream of blood mist suddenly gushed out of the island, and Wang Jian collided with the blood mist, and flew into Foyego's hand in response:

"You're going to stop me?"

There was coldness in Foyego's voice, but the meaning of his words was to know the person who intercepted him.

Inside the island, a cold and magnetic voice was heard:

"I have no reason to stop you, I haven't seen you for so many years, I just want to invite you to meet."

"Whew! Vlakirmi, I would have been happy to talk to you if I had a normal day, but I don't have time right now. Move! Foyego scolded.

"Oh?" Wrapped in a blood-red robe, Vladimir stepped out of the island step by step, behaving decently, full of aristocratic elegance, "Don't you want to hear about your wife's assassination?" ”

"What do you mean?" Foyego frowned, his tone softening suddenly.

When it comes to Isolde, he has to pay attention. Even if he knew in his heart that the man in front of him was not trustworthy.

"Let's talk, I'm not used to talking with my head tilted up like that."

With a flick of his palm, a long wooden table appeared on the beach, on which were two more glasses filled with wine:

"You should dare to drink my wine, right?"

"Hmph, even if it was once, you wouldn't dare to harm me."

Foyego snorted coldly, tied the sword of the Ruined King to his waist, picked up the wine glass, and drank the bright red liquor in it.

Although his words were full of arrogance, his other hand that protected Isolde was wrapped in a black mist. Obviously, even after being reborn in ruins, he is still wary of Vladimir.

Vladimir chuckled: "You are still as savage as ever. ”

"Say it quickly." Foyego said indifferently, deaf to Vlakirmie's sarcasm.

"A thousand years ago, did you think Isold's assassination was accidental?" Vladimir plays with taste.

He and Foyego had known each other a thousand years ago.

Because of this, he knows Foyego's character very well, and he also knows what kind of words to say that can cause him to react.

Neither Trevary, nor Black Rose, nor himself, did not want Mordekaiser and the hypocritical Star Spirits to have a good time.

"Not by chance?" Foyego's eyes narrowed slightly.

At that time, he was immersed in the grief of his beloved wife's poisoning and dying, and he had no time to care about anything other than to find a cure.

When Isolde died, his heart was even more dead, and he had no mind to think about anything else.

Now thinking about it carefully, it seems that what Vladimir said is not impossible.

"Calista or Hekarim?"

There was a certain anger suppressed in Foyego's voice, a kind of anger and hatred that longed to eat its flesh and gnaw its bones.

He wasn't sure who killed Isold, but he was sure that he was still alive, otherwise why would Vladimir tell him this.

Vladimir smiled disdainfully: "What good is it for the two of them to kill you or the queen, to become a lonely ghost like now?" ”

"Who could that be..."

Foyego's brow furrowed, which could be regarded as approval of Vladimir's hypothesis.

The corners of Vladimir's mouth curled:

"Have you ever thought that from the moment your queen was stabbed with that poisonous dagger, it was all a game?"

"From the very beginning, was it a conspiracy of some people?"

At that moment, many details were recalled in Foyego's mind, and he stared deeply at Vladimir:

"I'll go and find out all this, and say, what gift do you want?"

Vladimir smiled, not caring about the arrogance in Foyego's tone: "We are also old acquaintances, so let's take it as a gift for reunion." ”

As he spoke, he was surrounded by a mist of blood and disappeared in place.

As he left, Foyego, who was lost in thought, did not see it, and Vladimir glanced at Isold, who was wrapped in black mist, with deep meaning.

Assassination begins?

No, from the earliest time we met, everything was already predestined...

Foyego stood on this isolated island for a long time, and finally exhaled a breath of black mist, and the violence in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Calculate him, maybe he will forgive the other party generously.

But counting his lover, just wait to be ready to feel the pain...

No one escapes punishment from ruin...

"Isolde, bear with me... All those who have failed us will eventually be reckoned. ”

Foyego gently brushed Isolde's soul, his face with extreme tenderness, without the slightest anger and anger just now.

After doing this, his body was once again lifted up by the black mist, and he quickly headed towards the Shadow Island.

He just doesn't want to think about some things, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand these things after a long education.

Since Vlakirmie will be waiting for him halfway to Shadow Island, it means that in Shadow Island, some clues may be found.

Some traces will still be visible even after a thousand years.

......

Not far from the slaughterhouse, five iron ships lay across the sea, rushing forward side by side.

Every day, hundreds of giant sea beasts are dismembered at the slaughterhouse and shipped around the world.

Unlike the pirates in Gilwater Bay, who only acted directly, the strife in the shadows here is more like a gladiatorial battle without gunsmoke and swords.

The bottom climbs up by unscrupulous means, starting from the bottom of the slaughter, struggling to become a sea hunter who fights for the life of sea beasts, and finally becomes the captain of a sea hunting ship.

Every sea hunt is a dance with death.

Not only do you have to fight the sea beasts in the sea, but you also have to beware of your kind on the shore.

But for the sake of that greater reward, there are always those who will choose to take risks.

In Sarah's car in the middle, Loka said seriously:

"Captain, we're about to enter the territorial waters of the slaughterhouse, do we want to fire a warning shot?"

Generally speaking, pirates in Bilgewater Bay rarely come to the Slaughter Docks, and the two sides rarely interfere with each other.

The arrival of a luxurious lineup of five iron ships can easily cause some misunderstandings.

But as a pirate, direct aggression is the way to go.

"Drive directly over and wash the slaughtering dock in blood." Sarah said indifferently.

In Bilgewater, only the prestige of blood and bones can make people surrender willingly.

"Yes!" Loka answered, and was overjoyed to send a message to the rest of the ships.

Soon, the formation of the five iron ships changed, the main ship was behind, the other four iron ships accelerated forward, and the four Hex main guns were all in a state of charge.

In the distance, the wooden sailing ship of the ship was trying to lean this way, and the sailors on it were also waving flags to tell Sarah to give up their resistance and be inspected.

The order of the slaughterhouse is maintained by all the captains of the sea hunting, and they do not care about each other's pickles. But when outsiders come, they must be unanimous to the outside world.

Bang!!!

The roar of Hex's main gun fire was deafening.

The four beams of light went straight through the wooden sailing ship that came to investigate, and the two beams of light were aimed at a ship, which was powerful enough to blast the wooden sailing ship that was no more than ten meters long into slag, and there would not be even any wood chips left.

War... Here we go!

"Woo!!"

A loud alarm sounded in the slaughtering dock, and the entire dock was put on alert, and all the captains stationed in the sea hunting took action.

They are very aware of the fact that if they are a little slower, they may be threatened with death.

The guns mounted high on the pier began to fire, and shells were fired at the iron ship, splashing large patches of water.

Sarah looked at the dock not far away, stood straight, and said with a domineering voice:

"Attack, I'll sound the horn myself!"

With that, she left Loka in the command room, pinned her guns to her waist, and walked out of the cabin with her horn.

Walking on the deck, Sarah would sometimes hear the sound of shells fired by shore guns exploding as they hit them, as well as the sound of shells splashing on the sea.

She held the horn and went up the mechanical escalator to the lookout.

As soon as she arrived, she quickly pulled the gun from her waist with her free hand, and pulled the trigger to the side without aiming.

Rumble!!!

A cannonball very close to the iron ship exploded, and the fire filled the air, reflecting her delicate face red.

Invading the slaughterhouse, she had no intention of using any schemes. Any strategy to reduce losses could lead to a longer law and order war, and she didn't have time to spend it here.

In the face of the weak slaughterhouse, she must imprint her prestige in their hearts deeply, so that they do not have the courage to resist.

"Woo!!"

Suddenly, she blew the trombone in her hand.

In this loud horn, the five iron ships at the same time vented their crushing firepower, and the slaughtering dock roared from time to time, and the wooden sailing ships that leaned on the shore and wanted to rush were also plunged into the sea of fire.

Facing the wind and waves with the smell of sea beast blood, Sarah stood on the highest point of the central main ship, and slowly approached the slaughterhouse with the ship.

Every loud horn sounded meant a round of artillery fire.

The crew on the iron ship looked at the heroic and outstanding woman at the highest point with fascination, and a wave of enthusiasm and surrender spread in their hearts.

And on the shore, the sea hunters and slaughterers, and the merchants, looked fearfully at the iron ship in the center, at the woman who stood still in the firelight.

The Pirate Empress - Sarah...

They used to only smell the name of having a brain and strategy, but today is the first time they have seen her empress.

Under the unreserved catharsis of the five iron ships, the shore defense system of the slaughterhouse completely collapsed, and the smoke and fire filled the shore, even covering the fishy smell of the sea beasts after being slaughtered.

The guns of the iron ships slowly thinned out, the wooden ships docked at the docks were swept away, and the ships that the sea hunters regarded as a second life sank into the icy sea.

It seems that the slaughterhouse has lost its resistance, but everyone knows ...

There is an even bigger war waiting for the enemy.

The five iron ships approached slowly, and did not withstand any resistance despite the destruction of all the guns at the slaughterhouse.

Sarah put down the horn in her hand and threw it to Loka, who came out of the command room:

"Blow the trumpet for me!"

After that, she ignored Loka, who was carrying a knife with a reluctant face, and was the first to jump off the iron ship.

Bang!

The first bullet after landing came out of the gun in her hand and hit a sea hunter who was about to throw a sea hunting harpoon.

Blood left behind the sea hunter's brain, and the harpoon in his hand hung limply.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sarah pulled out her second gun and walked slowly forward, as if she were dancing a graceful dance, her twin guns firing life-threatening bullets in all directions, killing everyone who tried to resist her.

She can sit in the position of the pirate empress, but not just by virtue of that mind that surpasses ordinary people.

More and more people disembarked from the five iron ships and gathered behind Sarah, raising muskets to assist Sarah in shooting at the resisters.

The trumpet sounded again.

Accompanied by a sound melody, Sarah led the team into the slaughterhouse with two guns in hand.

Gunshots, blood, death... It has become the main theme of today's slaughterhouse.

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