Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 42: Chaos
Chapter 42 Chaos arises
Obviously, as long as Kartik and Jack Sparrow are alive for one day, it undoubtedly means that the cuckold on Little Lord Fogg's head will never fade. For Little Lord Fogg, his previous affection is completely It has become a huge joke. Only blood can wash away such shame, the blood of oneself or the blood of the enemy!
Of course, for Sheyan, this does not mean that Little Lord Fokker will let him go, and there will even be a magical scene like "Brother, thank you for killing the whore for me". He was also included in Lord Fokke's must-kill list. As the saying goes, the hatred for killing the father and the hatred for taking away the wife, these two unsolvable hatreds, Fang Sheyan also occupied a seat gloriously. Just in terms of the degree of hatred, the handsome but unlucky guard Kartik and the elegant Captain Jack Sparrow must be the top two. Before killing them, Sheyan would only have to deliver goods to Little Fork. Since he was showing off in front of the Lord, the cuckold would not take the initiative to trouble him.
Bacon, who was next to him, was also an insider who had seen the memory of the Lord Lady, so he could well understand the mood of the distinguished little Lord Fokker in front of him. Although Bacon was very eager to take the "endless bag of gold" into his hands and play with it, he still stood aside and said nothing. On the contrary, little Lord Fokke raised his head on his own initiative, looked at him with lifeless eyes, and said calmly:
"Take it, this is the reward you deserve."
As he said that, he threw the "endless gold bag" over casually. Bacon immediately stretched out his hands to catch it with great joy. He didn't know the moment before he received the "endless bag of gold"! Little Lord Fokker had suddenly pulled out the strange ice-blue stabbing sword on his waist, and stabbed it diagonally like a poisonous snake spitting a message! The old man Bacon's pupils immediately shrank, and a ball of black light on his left hand took shape in an instant. With a "bang", it took off and shot towards the little Fokker on the opposite side.
But Little Fokke did not dodge, and let the magic full of terrifying corrosive energy hit his right chest. The skin and clothes immediately emitted light yellow smoke and burned to a creaking sound, while Little Fokke's The stabbing sword had mercilessly penetrated the precious endless gold bag, and then pierced the old man Bacon's right hand. A layer of light blue ice immediately condensed on the right hand, and then cracked quickly!
The old man Bacon screamed in pain, and he didn't know whether it was because his right arm was completely disabled or because the endless gold bag was damaged. But at this moment, the box that Bacon had brought emitted a shrill cry of an owl, then quickly turned red and hot, and then exploded violently, releasing thick smoke. Old Bacon took the opportunity to cover his mouth and nose with his remaining left hand and quickly fled outside. But just when he was about to escape to the exit of the dungeon, he noticed that the ground was shaking slightly, and then, there were curls of blue smoke floating in the air. , a giant horse rushed up with its hooves raised, and slammed into old Bacon's body. It was the huge demon horse Momoor!
After being hit by this collision, Old Bacon flew five or six meters into the air! During the fall, he had many close contacts with the hard steps and raised walls. At least seventy or eighty bones in his body were broken, and his frozen right arm had already been shattered like ice. When the shoulder is folded, the cross section shows a very strange purple and twisted color, and it looks like the bones, muscles and blood vessels are condensed together. The blood gurgling from his mouth has turned his chest red.
After all, he is just a part-time alchemist and black magician, and his physique is far from that of a warrior.
At this time, the figure of Little Lord Fokke appeared from the smoke at the bottom. His hair had turned gray. After seeing the huge corroded wound on his chest, Old Bacon's ashen face suddenly became more pale. There was a sudden realization:
"Cough, cough, cough...it turns out that you, you have already given up..."
Little Lord Fokker's eyes were cold, completely devoid of the life of a living person:
"I'm sorry to end your life, but there is no one in the Falk family who breaks their word. I will bury the endless bag of gold with you."
After hearing these words, Old Bacon's eyes showed a look of relief and joy, then quickly faded away, and finally died. Little Lord Fokker turned over and mounted Momoul, the monster giant horse, with his long white hair blowing in the wind. It was flying, and mottled white frost condensed wherever it passed. His voice sounded like it had been struck thousands of times in his chest before it came out, covering the entire castle in an unparalleled way:
"Where is Kartik?"
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Fang Sheyan was also quite surprised when he saw the lazy guards walking around on the street. It stands to reason that the body of the Lord and Lady has been brought into the castle for nearly six hours, and this time is enough for anything. But in Tutuga Castle, everything is the same as in the past. If we follow the normal procedures of this world, even if the murderer cannot be found, if the Lord and Lady dies, hanging a black veil and firing cannons in mourning are indispensable. The program is correct.
"Could it be..." A thought flashed through Fang Senyan's mind. A long silence means the outbreak of terror. Such a slow reaction time can only represent two extremes: one is that the people in Tortuga Castle did not take the death of the lady seriously at all, but the other extreme is that the owner of the castle has been deeply immersed in this grief, and the inability to find the real murderer has led to complete despair. The most typical consequence of this way of thinking is crazy destruction and destruction!
Thinking of this, Fang Senyan immediately realized that his choice to stay here might not be a wise choice. Because if the situation develops as he guessed, Tortuga Castle is undoubtedly a powder keg with a ignited wire! The closer you are to here, the more powerful the lethality you will encounter. If you want to completely avoid risks, then hiding in the undeveloped areas of the island according to the previous plan is undoubtedly the best choice. But the chaos of the situation means more opportunities to fish in troubled waters. If Fang Senyan wants to take advantage of the situation, the best choice is to return to the Bell and Wine Glass immediately!
The sky gradually darkened, and the prosperous port of Tortuga was still brightly lit. The air was filled with the aroma of rum and barbecue. Fang Senyan stood on the bow of the Bell and Glass and looked into the distance. He couldn't help but feel confused about the situation. He felt that a huge storm should be brewing in this port, but he couldn't grasp when the storm would blow. This kind of anxious feeling of waiting was the most torturous, but Fang Senyan couldn't help but wait!
A ray of fire suddenly ignited in the darkness! It reminded people of the blood spurting out after the neck was cut, and then the fire spread out immediately, surging and magnificent, and the speed of extension was as shocking as a flood. It engulfed all the houses nearby in an instant. Obviously, the arsonist had made very careful arrangements and arrangements before.
A huge dull sound came from afar in the flames, as if there were two big hands in the sky, slapping each other monotonously.
There is an indescribable momentum, just like the rising tide, slowly rising and brewing.
That magnificent feeling seems to swallow up the world!
In the blazing fire, the sails that seem to be soaked in darkness, the slender and extremely beautiful streamlined huge hull, and the chaotic and intertwined battle scenes on it are reflected.
The two sides of the battle are the guards of Tortuga Port and the pirates!
The Black Pearl was attacked!
Fang Senyan's eyes suddenly had a fiery look like a flame. He took a deep breath to suppress the excitement like the waves of the Caribbean Sea. At this time, a large number of pirates had already noticed the abnormality and rushed to the deck, pointing at the Black Pearl in the distance in panic.
Under the flickering firelight, it can be vaguely seen that although the pirates on the Black Pearl resisted very tenaciously, they were suddenly attacked and suffered heavy casualties, and were retreating step by step. At this time, another white-haired knight rode the giant horse calmly and came over, and easily boarded the Black Pearl along the steps. He looked a bit leisurely, as if he came on board just to watch the scenery. But for some reason, when everyone saw this figure, a low whine came out of their hearts for no reason.
Ominous neigh.
"Where is Jack Sparrow?" The white-haired knight said in a flat tone while riding on his horse with his head down. His voice was heavily nasal, as if he had a cold and a stuffy nose. Although he was nearly two or three kilometers away from the bell and the wine glass at this time, for some reason, everyone here could hear this voice! But none of the pirates on the Black Pearl answered, and then fired a dazzling flare from the bow into the sky, exploding in the air.
"It's a lookout flare!" A senior old pirate cried out: "Black Pearl is asking for help!"
The lookout flare is a prop only owned by armed merchant ships that have signed a covenant with Britain. As long as both parties have an agreement to help each other, they can ask for help from their allies in an emergency. Given that the Queen of England issued privateering certificates to many merchant ships at the time, some armed merchant ships were actually part-time pirates. In the later period, although British ships sometimes had internal fights at sea, they often did not kill each other. Once they encountered external conflicts, they could basically help each other out in unison, and the lookout flares were also used by official fleets and pirates.