Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh tavern encounter
Time is ticking by, but for everyone in the team gathering area, it doesn't feel boring at all.
"Hey, Beck, have you heard about the recent rumors?"
An extraordinary melee professional player holding a sailor sword was leaning on the table of the tavern in the gathering area looking at everyone in a bored manner.
His body exudes a strong fishy smell, which makes there not many players near him.
Of course, for those keen beings with extraordinary perceptions, they can capture the will of the sea from this strong fishy smell.
Just like the difference between sea fish and freshwater fish, there are always some unavoidable differences between extraordinary characters active in the sea and adventurers walking on land.
"Rumors? You want to tell the story about you and the mermaid princess again?"
The organist bard named Baker glanced at this guy, then stopped the organ in his hand, preparing to change to a more pleasant score.
And at this moment, the words of that extraordinary player from a certain sea area made the movements of his hands pause:
"No, no, of course, if you want to hear it, I wouldn't mind telling you about Mr. Latin Jack's romantic night."
"That's enough, Jack, if you want to say anything, maybe we would like to hear the story about you and the cannibal female warrior..."
On the other side, a player who looked familiar to them couldn't help but complain.
"Well, it looks like you guys didn't have enough luck today."
"Not everyone can hear the beautiful story between me and the mermaid princess!"
Latin Jack shrugged, and then he pulled out a scroll from his waist that seemed to be dripping with sea water.
The scroll was full of wet marks, but it looked like it had stayed that way for a long time.
"Scroll of the Deep Sea? It does seem like big news..."
Savvy players couldn't help but get closer, even though Latin Jack's fishy smell, which originated from the essence of the ocean, did make them feel a little uncomfortable.
But compared to the bad conditions they encountered during the adventure, it just made them a little unhappy.
But compared to the rare big news, this harsh environment is worth it - of course, this refers to the big news that Latin Jack does give.
Otherwise, some irritable players might ask him to practice some moves in the arena.
For players in the extraordinary stage, fighting is something they are accustomed to.
Especially for many players, they are not good at words or expressions, and combat can be said to be the simplest way of communication:
They don't even have to formulate curse words, they just need to put their fists in each other's faces.
"Yes, the Scroll of the Deep Sea - the communication scroll from the powerful princes in the deep sea."
Latin Jack made a fancy move and nailed the Deep Sea Scroll to the wall of the tavern with a short knife.
With the splashing water, a somewhat profound-looking scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
At this time, Latin Jack explained:
"A new Plane Destroyer is born!"
Latin Jack said in a voice that suddenly turned cold, and there seemed to be a certain chill in the air.
However, the players present were basically those who had seen strong winds and waves, so naturally few people paid attention to his performance.
But this did not frustrate Latin Jack. He continued to say in a cold voice that seemed to drip water:
"Be wary of your plane, the Dukes of the Deep Sea are plotting, and they are studying this newly born plane destroyer..."
Then, Latin Jack changed back to his previous tone. He drew his sailor knife in several fancy arcs in the air, and then he pointed the knife at a certain text in the deep picture and said:
"As we all know, this guy is an evil and powerful monk..."
"Well, let me see his name..."
"Yi...Qiu? Strange naming style, but I have met guys with this naming style."
"Perhaps, I can invite him for a drink, so that he might let go of my plane?"
Latin Jack picked up a glass of rum with a knife. Just as he was about to drink, he heard a calm voice coming from behind:
"Sounds like a good idea, if the wine is good..."
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"It seems that I won..."
Nox-Sus looked at the last enemy ship that crashed into the star sea in front of him. There was no expression on his face that had scars left by the explosion of the fleet.
Yes, when he personally cut off the opponent's young commander's battleship with his own sword, he knew that everything was over.
He is the new destiny!
And at this time, he heard the intermittent public channel voice coming from the enemy ship that had not yet been blown up:
"You...will make...the alliance go barbaric and primitive...you will become the sin of this world..."
"Zi..."
Finally, with a dazzling fire, everything fell into a dull sizzling sound...
"Let's go and take over the kingdom that belongs to us!"
Nox-Sus turned around and looked at his followers who were also silent and said.
Perhaps the personal traces left by Nox-Xus in this army are too strong, and they can be easily distinguished from the Alliance people - because their faces always have a certain unruly gloominess.
They don't talk much, preferring to use force.
They had no idea what fate Nox-Sasi would lead them to.
But when he mentions the Glaive, people are always filled with the idea of following him.
After all, he was a reckless man who dared to declare war on an alliance that ruled several galaxies with just one planet!
And they are following such a reckless man!
At this time, Nox-Sasi looked up at the vast sea of stars.
Among them, countless stars dotted with technological fires are blooming with their own light.
But for Nox-Sasi, the originally vast sea of stars seemed to become less intimidating with the swing of his war blade...
Yes, it is so big that no one can completely cross it with their own strength.
However, it seems not as vast as imagined.
All he needs is an intelligent brain, and he can completely understand the mysteries of this sea of stars.
And soon, he will become the new master of this sea of stars.
Excited? Excited?
Nox-Sus looked at the war blade with some chips due to the explosion of the enemy ship.
He looked at the ferocious and cruel face that appeared on the war blade:
"What do I really want?"
The next moment, he closed his eyes for a while, seeming to be thinking about something.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes:
When he closed his eyes, he recalled many things.
He saw many respectable enemies and many difficult battles that he remembered deeply.
But in the end, what he saw was the self that seemed so clumsy now, recklessly playing with statues from foreign lands in the room...
"It turns out that you already knew..."
Across the long river of time and memory, Nox-Sass stared at the golden eyes that still made him unable to look directly and said lightly...