The whole person was lying on a dirty wooden board at the dock. Gangplank only felt that his nose was very sore - he had just fallen down a little too quickly, and his mask hit the ground, scratching the bridge of his nose.
It hurts.
"The show is about to begin!" Tam's voice appeared again, his tone full of impatience, "Although it's a bit beyond expectations, the reunion between relatives after a long absence is still my favorite drama..."
relative?
Reunion after a long separation?
Plank propped himself up, raised his face slightly, looked at the two shadowy figures in the black mist, and secretly muttered in his heart: How could ghosts and ghosts be relatives?
If Tam had heard Gangplank's thoughts, this cunning demon would have flicked his tongue and laughed at Gangplank's stupidity.
Because in just one sentence, Planck made two mistakes.
First of all, neither of the two guys who appeared in front of him were undead in the usual sense - therefore, they were not ghosts.
Secondly, the relationship between them is really that of relatives.
……………………
Vladimir was in a good mood.
The good reason is of course not "reunion with relatives after a long separation" as Tam said.
However, although Vladimir had already had nothing to do with Kamavia when he was given to the dark descendants as hostages by his father, he did not mind getting along with his nephew Foyego at this time.
recognize.
Vladimir was very interested in Foego's condition. He was very glad that he came to Bilgewater in person at this time - in his eyes at this time, even Elise's failure and injury were a little more important.
A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.
However, Foego in the dark mist clearly had no intention of paying attention to the uncle in front of him.
The dilapidated black mist seemed like invisible soldiers, surrounding the haughty-looking Foyego. He seemed not to see Vladimir, who was smiling at all and used blood magic to help him clear an obstacle, and landed in Bilgevo in a swaggering manner.
Special pier.
Just now, he felt a special throbbing.
That's the familiar scent, the scent of Isolde, right here in Bilgewater!
Therefore, he completely ignored Vladimir's overtures to him, walked straight in the direction where the aura appeared, and left the dock in three or two steps.
Vladimir, who was left hanging on the spot, looked uncertain.
He wanted to scold Foego for being disrespectful, but the black mist that filled the surroundings made him extremely fearful - blood magic was very powerful, but no one could tell how effective it would be on the undead.
However, in any case, being ignored by Foego should not be seen, so Vladimir did not hesitate to draw a large amount of blood, turning the blood into thorns, entangling everyone present.
.
It may not be possible to defeat Foego, but can't it still deal with these sailors?
Without the protection of Oka, the Baru sailors under his command are nothing in front of Vladimir - if they can form an upright formation like the regular army, then maybe Vladimir can only retreat.
But it's a pity that these sailors are now in the dark fog and are already in a trance. In addition, their leader has just died, and the team is unorganized...
To deal with this group of stragglers, blood magic is the craziest killing tool.
Vladimir, who was walking through the blood jungle, looked a bit like the darkin who walked on the battlefield during the darkin war.
After being reminded by Tam, Gangplank immediately rolled away from the place and plunged into the sea water.
And Tam, who had taken back Okao's power, finally gave a rare part of his demonic power to Gangplank.
After gaining this power, Gangplank finally understood why Okao was so crazy recently - with the blessing of the devil's power, he seemed to clearly feel the flow of the world.
"Am I going to take down that guy who looks cool? Or am I going to take down this greasy, disgusting bastard?" Between the waves, Gangplank asked Tam's next plan, "When the King returns, there must be someone
A substantial trophy, right?"
"Don't even think about that tough Foego." Tam chuckled a few times, "As long as you defeat that greasy guy, you will get the reward of Return of the King."
"What kind of reward?" Gangplank asked in a low voice, "His spells don't seem to be easy to deal with. I don't do anything to lose money."
"Open your eyes, the reward is right in front of you."
Under the turbid water, Planck opened his eyes - and then he was surprised to see an old friend.
The Abyss.
It was the Abyss that was destroyed by the overwhelming artillery in the wave of flames!
That’s Planck’s old friend across the Twelve Seas!
However, unlike the once gorgeous Abyss, this Abyss is now filled with a cold and gloomy atmosphere - somewhat similar to the Black Mist, but not exactly the same.
"This is the reward given to you by my friend, Gangplank." Tam's voice appeared again, "As long as you can defeat that greasy guy, it will be your biggest support in the return of the king."
"It's really interesting." Plank stepped on the water and quickly boarded the Abyss. He stroked the Death Girl cannon with his hand, and then pulled a cable that looked almost rotten. "Your old friend is really magical.
So vast, Tam."
"That's natural." Tam seemed very proud, "His power and depth are far beyond your imagination..."
"But, I don't remember that demons will honestly swear allegiance." Plank grinned, "I am your believer. The relationship between demons and believers should be closer than that between you and your friends, right?"
"Look what you said." Tam didn't know when he appeared next to Plank. "Although this is true, I am a loyal person after all. That friend of mine is generous enough and can bring me more."
There are many virtues, so don’t try to alienate our friendship.”
"What an enviable demon friendship." The estranged Plank didn't care much, but simply came to the rudder of the Abyss, "Well, loyal Mr. Demon, I need a few sailors now.
, do you have any connections?"
"My friend has already prepared this for you!"
As he spoke, Tam patted his belly - and then, countless undead souls filed out of the cabin.
Plank narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the familiar faces.
They were all once capable men of the Iron Hook Gang, or died in the bombardment of the Tide of Fire, or were surrounded and suppressed by other forces, but now, they appeared in front of Gangplank.
Seeing these old guys, Planck couldn't help but reach out and grab an orange, took a bite of the peel and pulp, and swallowed it along with the sea water.
