The gray-black undead ghost fog gradually filled the air, completely covering this ghost fleet and blocking all probing eyes from the outside world.
"Captain Barbossa, would you like to have some face?" Muria held the prison-suppressing halberd, the corner of his mouth twitching, looking at the big lich wearing the triangular captain's hat in front of him, "I haven't reached the level of legend yet, take action against me, you
Excuse me?"
"It's okay, you weren't a legend before, but now you are." Barbossa opened his crystal clear hand bones, took out a ridiculous-looking clown mask, and threw it towards Muria.
"What is this?" Muria reached out to catch the clown mask, turned it over and looked at it twice, and asked with a frown.
"The Mask of the Clown King." Barbossa pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist, "Put it on, and you can disguise yourself as a legend and unleash legendary dragon power!"
"A magical artifact that is useless to a legend." Muria tossed the mask in his hand twice and commented.
"It's useful to me now!" Barbossa stared at Muria, "Take it with you, you will be the legendary ancient dragon."
"Tsk, then you are really good at scheming. I became an ancient dragon hiding my aura. Then after being discovered by you, I showed my true strength, clashed with you, and dragged you and your fleet here so that you could not rescue Uncle.
Liant, right?" Muria stared at the big skeleton in pirate uniform in front of her.
"Smart, worthy of being a descendant of Deimos, he guessed my plan right away." Barbossa twitched the long knife on his waist and stood it up in front of him. The bright white blade reflected Muria's young face.
On the other side of his face is his own crystal skull reflecting the blue soul fire.
"Do you know my grandfather?" Muria raised her eyebrows, not too surprised. After all, this guy is a great lich who has lived for tens of thousands of years. It is not surprising to know his grandfather Deimos.
"Unforgettable, even in 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 Muria's neck, "The grandson of Timos
, be honest, put on the mask and do as I say."
"What did my grandfather do to you?" Muria glanced at the long knife on her shoulder and ignored it. "It seems like you hate him?"
"Boy, do you think I don't dare to kill you?" Seeing Muria's calm expression, Barbossa warned with a somewhat angry soul voice, filled with murderous intent.
"Didn't you feel the breath that flashed across the sky just now?"
"So what if you feel it?"
"If you feel it, why don't you take the knife away?" Muria stretched out his finger 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 it.
If you try to touch me, what will be the consequences?"
"Hmph!" Barbossa sheathed his sword and said, "My ghost master from the Council of the Dead is also up there."
"We are different!" Muria glanced at him and said lightly, "Tell me, what did my grandfather do to you?"
"..."
"You tell me, and I'll put on a mask."
"Your grandfather used an extremely despicable and shameful method to trap my eighty-seven ghost ships." Barbossa told in an extremely angry soul voice, "Those are the ones I collected from the bottom of the sea with great pains.
The ghost ship.”
"It's just eighty-seven ships, so what?" Muria was puzzled, remembering the ghostly steel fleet he had seen before, "This number, for the total number of ghost ships you have,
It’s not worth mentioning at all!”
"The ships your grandfather snatched were the eighty-seven largest ships in my fleet, all of which were main flagships." Ghost Captain Barbossa said bitterly, "The smallest one is bigger than the one you are standing on.
!”
"Awesome!" Muria sighed, and of course he filtered out the derogatory words Barbossa used to describe his grandfather.
"So, your steel fleet was built because all the battleships you collected were taken away by my grandfather, so you re-created it?"
"Fart, I have already started researching how to mass-produce ghost ships. It has nothing to do with your grandfather." After hearing Muria's words, the soul fire in Barbossa's head directly rose more than one meter high, "Boy,
It's your turn to fulfill your promise and act with me."
"I just said to put on the mask, but I didn't agree to help you act." Muria put the mask on his face, it was cold, and then, the mask instantly blended into the skin of Muria's face, making him
The aura began to soar towards the legend.
But soon, this soaring aura was controlled by Muria. After all, it was just an empty shell with a superficial appearance.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Tell me an old story that my grandfather experienced, and you want my help?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Muria's mouth, "You don't take me seriously!
If you want me to sell you, you must pay a reasonable reward. 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 is a good ship for us."
"Impossible, this is the last ghost flagship fished out of the sea in my hands. Don't even think about it."
"Well, your knife is pretty good, why not..."
"It's impossible, the greedy golden dragon, has the same virtues as your grandfather."
"You want me to work for you for free?" Muria squinted at Barbossa, "Do you think it's possible?"
Damn it, Barbossa swore, if there hadn't been a dragon king staring at him in the sky, or if he hadn't learned the news that Deimos had become the dragon king.
He was absolutely going to beat this kid's skin and muscles. A little dragon who had just reached the soul level actually came to him to ask for a reward. He had no idea that he was a legendary peak lich who had existed for 10,000 years.
"Eternal Spiritual Gold!" Muria'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, only the size of an adult's hand.
"How about this as your reward?"
"Too small."
"Do you want love!"
"Okay, okay, I'll take a small loss and seal the deal!"
…
"Brother Muria!" Suddenly seeing Muria being captured by the undead captain Barbossa who suddenly appeared, the golden dragon's sister Kaslana immediately exclaimed and quickly asked for help from her grandfather in the sky.
"Muria is in danger. Grandpa, please save him quickly and don't let anything happen to him."
"Got it!" After hearing his granddaughter's call for help, Alves reluctantly let go of the legendary bone dragon in his claws that was about to be exploded by him, and rushed towards the undead fleet below that had been shrouded in ghost mist. Just as it was about to
When flying in.
"Boom!" The legendary level of dragon power spread, causing the ghost fog to become turbulent.