Chapter 249 The Clown Emperor's Mask

The gray-black ghost fog of the undead gradually filled the air, completely obscuring this ghost fleet and obscuring all the outside eyes.

"Captain Barbossa, do you want a face?" Morea held the prison halberd, the corners of her mouth twitched, and looked at the big lich wearing the triangular captain's hat in front of her, "I haven't reached the legend yet, shoot at me, you Excuse me?"

"It's okay, you were not a legend before, but now you are." Barbossa's crystal-clear crystal hand bones opened, took out a somewhat ridiculous looking clown mask, and threw it at Morea.

"What is this?" Morea reached out to catch the clown mask, turned around and looked at it, frowning and asked.

"The mask of the clown emperor." Barbossa took out the long knife hanging from his waist, "Take it, you can disguise as a legend and release the legendary dragon power!"

"A magical magical item that is useless for legends." Morea threw the mask in his hand twice and commented.

"It works for me now!" Barbossa stared at Morea, "Take it, you are the legendary ancient dragon."

"Tsk, then you are really calculating, I became the ancient dragon with hidden breath. Then after being discovered by you, I showed my true strength, clashed with you, dragged you and your fleet here, so that you could not rescue Uncle Lent, right?" Morea stared at the big skeleton in a pirate suit in front of him.

"Smart, worthy of being a descendant of Timothy, he guessed my plan at once." Barbossa twitched the long knife around his waist, standing in front of him, the bright white blade reflected Morea's immature face, and on the other side is a reflection of his own crystal skull surrounded by blue soul fire.

"You know my grandfather?" Morea raised her eyebrows, not too surprised. After all, this guy is a big lich who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and it is not surprising to know his grandfather Timothy.

"It will be unforgettable. In another ten thousand years, I will not forget your grandfather." After looking at the long knife in his hand for a while, Barbossa slowly put the knife down and put it on Morea's neck, "The grandson of Timos , be honest, put on your mask obediently, and do as I say."

"What did my grandfather do to you?" Morea glanced at the long knife on her shoulder, then ignored it, "I feel like you hate him?"

"Boy, do you think I dare not kill you?" Seeing Morea's calm expression, Barbossa warned with a somewhat annoyed soul voice, filled with murderous aura.

"Did you not feel the breath that flashed in the sky just now?"

"How do you feel?"

"Feel,

Then don't take the knife away. Morea stretched out his fingers and tapped the blade on his shoulder, "Don't use such a low-level threat to me. The Dragon King is watching from above, you can try to move me, what will be the consequences! "

"Humph!" Barbossa put the knife into the sheath: "The ghost master of my Necronomicon is also above."

"We are different!" Morea cast a glance and said lightly, "Tell me, what did my grandfather do to you?"

"..."

"If you say it, I'll put on a mask."

"Your grandfather used a very despicable and shameful method to trap my eighty-seven ghost ships." Barbossa said in a very angry voice of the soul, "that was collected from the bottom of the sea by me. ghost ship."

"It's just eighty-seven ships, what about it?" Morea was puzzled, remembering the ghostly steel fleet he had seen before, "This number is for the total number of ghost ships you have. Not worth mentioning at all!"

"The ships that your grandfather stole are the largest eighty-seven ships in my fleet, all of which are the main flagships." Ghost Captain Barbossa said bitterly, "The smallest one is bigger than the one under your feet. !"

"Amazing!" Morea sighed, sighing. Of course, the derogatory words Barbossa used to describe his grandfather were directly filtered and ignored.

"So, your steel fleet was created by my grandfather because all the battleships you collected were taken away by my grandfather?"

"Fart, I have already started researching how to mass-produce ghost ships, and it has nothing to do with your grandfather." Hearing Muria's words, the fire of the soul in Barbossa's head soared directly to a height of more than one meter, "Boy, It's your turn to fulfill your promise and act with me."

"I just said put on a mask, but I didn't agree to act for you." Morea put the mask in her hand on her face, it was cold, and then the mask instantly melted into the skin of Moreya's face, letting him The breath of the legend began to soar.

But soon, this soaring breath was controlled by Morea, after all, it was just an empty shell.

"You fool me?"

"Tell me about an old incident that my grandfather experienced, and you want me to help?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Muria's mouth, "You don't take me seriously!

If you want me to shoot, you must pay a reasonable fee. Because you are an evil undead, the price will be doubled."

"I have no money!"

"But you have a boat!"

"Which boat do you want?"

"This boat is not bad under our feet."

"Impossible, this is the last ghost flagship I fished out of the bottom of the sea, don't even think about it."

"Well, your knife is not bad, why don't you..."

"Impossible, greedy golden dragon, to have the same virtue as your grandfather."

"Want me to work for you?" Morea squinted at Barbossa, "Do you think it's possible?"

Damn, Barbossa swears, if the sky hadn't been stared at by a dragon king, or if it wasn't for the news that Timos had become a dragon king.

He will definitely rip this kid apart, a little dragon who has just reached the soul level, actually asking him for a reward, he has no idea that the sky is high, he is a legendary pinnacle great lich that has existed for 10,000 years.

"Eternal Spirit Gold!" Morea's eyes were fixed on the piece of metal in Barbossa's hand that exuded a strong aura of life, the legendary metal. Unfortunately, the amount was too small, but it was only the size of an adult's palm.

"How about this as your reward?"

"too small."

"Love or not!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take a loss, make a deal!"

...

"Brother Morea!" Seeing that Morea was taken away by Captain Barbossa, the undead captain who suddenly appeared, Kaslana, the royal elder sister of the Golden Dragon, exclaimed and hurriedly asked her grandfather in the sky for help.

"Muria is in danger, grandfather, save him quickly, you can't let him have anything."

"Got it!" Alves, who heard his granddaughter's request for help, reluctantly let go of the legendary bone dragon in his middle claws that was about to be smashed by him, and rushed towards the undead fleet, which had been shrouded in ghostly mist below, just as it was about to When flying in.

"Boom!" The legendary dragon's might spread, disturbing the ghost fog into chaos.