"You betrayed your captain so easily, aren't you worried that he will kill you?" Suspended above the deck of the ghost ironclad, Muria looked at the undead first mate An Luo who was commanding other undead crew members. He was the leader of this fleet.
The only legend.
As for the captain, Muria had just met him. He was just a soul-level ghost wearing a captain's hat. Obviously, the actual controller of this fleet was this first mate.
As for the reason why Ghost Captain Barbossa would let one of his legends take orders from a soul-level ghost, even if it was only in name, Muria almost understood it.
"Don't worry, my captain is very broad-minded and will not punish me for this kind of thing." Barlow, who looks like a big crystal skull, looked unconcerned, "Anyway, this is not the first time I have done this.
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Muria twitched the corner of her mouth, looked at the Golden Dragon Sister next to her, and then asked: "How many times have you betrayed your captain?"
"Who still remembers this kind of thing!" First mate An Luo patted his head and looked at Muria with his head shrouded in the blue soul fire:
"No, Golden Dragon boy, don't talk nonsense about betraying the captain, I have never done such a thing.
I am obeying Captain Barbossa's order. If I encounter an enemy that I cannot deal with independently, I will find a way to bring him in front of him and let him deal with it."
"Tsk, then Captain Barbossa is really responsible!" Muria looked at the darkness around him, smiled and joked with First Officer An Luo: "I just don't know that your captain saw you bringing a group of ancient dragons to find you.
How would he react?"
"Of course I am happy." An Luo, who had just realized that he had made a mistake, paid attention to the looks cast by the ancient dragons who had boarded his ship, his soul fire trembled, and he said quickly.
Just after it took the initiative to take the ancient dragons to find Captain Barbossa, all the ancient dragons boarded the flagship and asked him to lead the way. Muria and Kaslana also followed.
The nineteen ancient dragons gathered together, even if they were not afraid of all the legendary undead forces that were thrown into this area with the Undead Council, they were naturally not afraid of An Luo's tricks.
Only strength is fundamental.
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"I have long heard that Barbossa of the Council of the Dead has a fanatical hobby for collecting ghost ships. He once traveled to every ocean in Erathia just to collect the ghost ships naturally formed by ocean wrecks. Now it seems that he has underestimated it.
he."
"Unexpectedly, he was no longer satisfied with collecting naturally formed ghost ships, and began to try to mass-produce ghost ships on a large scale."
"It seems that he has achieved certain results."
"It's normal to have results. After all, at least 70% of Erathia's ghost ships are in his hands. After such a long time, as long as he has an idea, he can always research something."
…
Listening to the discussions of many ancient dragons with expressions of surprise and admiration, Muria walked to the edge of the ironclad ship and looked at the almost endless steel fleet in front of her.
This is what An Luo said, the main force of the undead fleet led by Barbossa himself. It is different from the miscellaneous fleet composed of hundreds of completely different ghost ships commanded by An Luo.
In the fleet in front of us, many ghost ships have exactly the same shape, with almost ten different types.
A comparison of the two ghost fleets shows the clear difference between the miscellaneous army and the regular army.
"Standard ghost ship!" Muria muttered to himself, which means that Barbossa has mastered the technology of mass manufacturing ghost ships. This is amazing, you must know that before this, every ghost ship was unique
Yes, their formation process is full of coincidences. But now the formation of the ghost ship no longer requires coincidence.
"This is the real undead fleet, what do you think? It's awesome, aren't you scared?" At this moment, Barro's soul voice with unabashed pride reached the ears of every dragon.
.It also allowed Muria to react from her deep thoughts.
"Not bad!" Looking at the fleet arranged in a certain formation in front of him, Muria nodded calmly. He had already seen the Mechanical Emperor's Sky Mechanical City. These were just small scenes.
However, this neat fleet made Muria understand that this ten thousand-year-old lich was not simply interested in the undead ships. Perhaps he originally collected ghost ships out of interest, but now, it is definitely not the case.
From this ghost fleet, Muria saw Barbossa's naked ambition: he wanted to stand side by side with the gods.
Because, there is only one type of legend that will accumulate a large amount of legion-level combat power - the legend that wants to become an epic.
"Qi, Golden Dragon boy, have you ever seen a fleet stronger than Barbossa's fleet?" An Luo was a little dissatisfied after hearing Muria's evaluation.
"I've seen it." Muria recalled the steel torrent composed of various warships on the Mechanical Continent of the Mechanical Emperor, which connected twenty space vortexes. Compared with it, the fleet in front of him was like a firefly to a bright moon.
, there is absolutely no comparison.
"Oh, there are many more powerful fleets than this! For example, the Ottoman Empire's third-dimensional colonial expedition fleet.
If your undead fleet conflicts with them, you will definitely be beaten to nothing." Sister Jin Long on the side also said.
"This is completely different, okay! This fleet was independently built by my Captain Barbossa and is completely controlled by him. And the expedition fleet you mentioned was built by the Human Empire, and this fleet,
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was absolutely impossible to obey someone’s orders.”
While An Luo was arguing with Sister Jin Long, a roar came from the huge steel fortress that was five kilometers long and guarded by many standard ghost ships, like a moving mountain.
"An Luo, what trouble did you bring back for me?"
Along with this angry roar, the space around Anluo, that is, Muria, cracked, and a skeleton, or lich, wearing a gorgeous captain's uniform came out holding a knife.
"Sure enough, just like the legend, Barbossa learned spells in order to transform himself into a lich, but he still regarded himself as a warrior." When the great lich appeared, the golden dragon sister Cass
Lana used her mental power to connect with Muria and complained in a low voice, "Look, he doesn't even bring a staff."
"Captain." Seeing the angry captain, An Luo ran to him, nodding and bending like a dog, "They are just a group of ancient dragons. They are not here to cause trouble for you."
"Ancient dragon!" The legendary great lich Barbossa, who was wearing a triangular captain's hat and covered with all kinds of decorations that were larger than the actual extraordinary accessories, turned his head and "looked" at those standing together, still discussing the situation between him and his fleet.
Nineteen ancient dragons.
"You are here to cause trouble for that guy Buriant!"
"That's right!" An ancient dragon admitted frankly, "We are here to find out the location of Burt Lane from you. If you are not willing..."
"I can tell you the location of Burt Lane, but you are not allowed to interfere with the actions of our Council of the Dead." Before Gu Long could finish his words, he was interrupted by the great lich, "If you agree, I will tell you his location.
Location."
"He is indeed the captain of Anluo." Seeing that Barbossa sold off the members of his organization without hesitation, Muria couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "It's really the same blood."