One Piece: The Magician

At some point, the originally clear sky was filled with thick clouds, and they continued to thicken.

Seeing this situation, any navigator with a little common sense can tell that a sudden storm is brewing.

The Wandering Island, at the border of the Mist Forest.

Through layers of thick fog, a young man wearing a goose-yellow straw hat walked carelessly out of the forest.

"Ah, why did I come out again?"

Luffy swallowed the roast meat in his mouth and threw away the remaining bones. He looked at the surrounding environment and tilted his neck with a silly look on his face.

The stupid captain likes to explore very much. Whenever he arrives at a new island, he always likes to go out for a wave alone. This unreasonable and willful approach also gives Nami and others a big headache.

Because judging from past experiences, the chance of this straw hat idiot causing big trouble every time he acts alone is infinitely close to [-]%.

But this time he was lucky. After arriving at the Lost Island, Luffy rushed into the forest of mist and started wandering around like a headless fly, so he didn't cause any trouble.

The Forest of Mist is very strange. Although people will have a very poor sense of direction in this heavy fog, this is limited to traveling deep into the forest. If you just want to get out, it will be much easier.

It's as if this forest is resisting outsiders' entry.

This is already the fourth time that Luffy has walked out of the foggy forest in a daze. Although he is not as crazy as a certain green algae head, to the point of shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods, to be honest, he is not much better.

He had almost completely lost his way. Naturally, Luffy had no idea about his current location.

Of course, this guy doesn't care about this at all.

"This forest is really strange. Forget it, I'll go look elsewhere."

After making up his mind, Luffy took out another large piece of barbecue from his backpack, opened his mouth wide and took a delicious bite.

Just as the idiot captain was enjoying the delicious taste of Sanji's special pirate lunch, a commotion suddenly came from the distance.

Although the voice was faint, Luffy still heard it very clearly.

Someone

Luffy's eyes suddenly flashed with light

He had been wandering around this damn place for almost a long time, and finally met a living person.

Thinking of this, this stubborn idiot said nothing, holding a barbecue in his mouth and rushed towards the direction of the sound. He did not consider whether the source of the sound was the natives of the Wandering Island or the pirates from outside. .

There were more than a hundred pirate groups participating in this death race, and after excluding some unlucky ones who were unfortunately eliminated in shipwrecks while sailing, a large number of pirates also arrived here.

The Wandering Island, after nearly a thousand years of silence, finally welcomed a group of not-so-friendly "guests" again.

砰

A fierce straight punch as fast as lightning hit the abdomen of a strong man holding a sword. The latter collapsed to the ground, huddled in pain like a prawn, and the cross sword in his hand fell to the ground. , making a crisp sound.

"Tsk, really vulnerable."

He glanced disdainfully at the native of Mizong Island who had been punched by him. The tall pirate with a fierce look threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and then turned to look at the group of people who were being driven by his accomplices. At the same time, the villagers were as scared as rabbits.

"Hey you idiots, is there anyone else who is dissatisfied?" the tall pirate said loudly and arrogantly.

The villagers were extremely frightened and angry at the sudden arrival of the pirates, but when they looked at the dozen or so young swordsmen lying near them, and when they thought that the warriors of their own clan were defeated so easily, they dared not speak out in anger.

Why, why would outsiders invade here? This is the question in the minds of all the villagers.

"This cross sword is well forged, but it's a pity that the person wielding it is too weak."

A man who looked like a profiteer picked up the cross sword on the ground, and then looked at the unique clothes of the villagers and the unique buildings in the village, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that there would be indigenous residents on the Wandering Island. This is an unexpected surprise."

"You must have settled on this isolated island a long time ago, savages who are isolated from the world. Hehehehe. In other words, you are not legal residents protected by the world government."

After pondering for a while, the profiteer man turned to look at the brown bear-like man and said with a sinister smile: "Captain Beers, I think we can capture these people as slaves."

Yes, this group of pirates is the strongest pirate group in Hannabal, the Poker Pirates. I have to say that the people of this village were really unlucky to encounter this group of vicious pirates.

slave

Hearing this word, the villagers who were originally forced by the power of the Poker Pirates were in an uproar. Some bold villagers wanted to escape, but the pirates who surrounded them immediately aimed their guns at these dishonest people. The guy pulled the trigger.

Suddenly blood splattered everywhere, screams, and the cries of women and children could be heard. An atmosphere full of despair and fear spread.

"Slave? That's a good idea."

After listening to the suggestions of his cadres, Big Bear King Biers nodded in agreement.As for the tragic situation of the villagers at this time, this cold-blooded pirate turned a blind eye.

Although the World Government had explicitly banned the slave trade, that regulation also kicked those civilians who were not members of the World Government into hell.

"What is the purpose of you people coming here?"

At this time, a skinny old man walked out from behind many villagers, leaning on a cane.

"Village Chief" "Village Chief" all the villagers exclaimed.

The old man waved his hand to signal the villagers to quiet down. He looked at the swordsmen who had been beaten to the ground by the tall pirate. The joints of the hand holding the cane were turning white from the excessive force.

The glory of the Askar Kingdom has long since ceased to exist.

Thousands of years ago, the Kingdom of Askar was a military power known for its sword-making. In addition to sword-making, the swordsmen of the Kingdom of Askar were also famous for their strength.

However, time has passed, and although the ancestral sword-making craftsmanship has not deteriorated much, the long period of comfortable life has made the Askar people forget how to hold the sword in their hands to protect their homeland.

Maybe you're right, Tox.

The old village chief sighed quietly, a trace of regret flashed in his muddy old eyes.

"Oh, are you the boss of this village?"

The Big Bear King looked at the little old man in front of him with great interest, and a very inconsistent smile appeared on his rough face.

"Then you must know the whereabouts of the Seven Star Sword, right?"

The slave trade can only be regarded as an unexpected blessing. Biers has not forgotten the true purpose of this trip to the Wandering Island.

When they heard the words "Seven Star Sword", almost all the villagers shuddered slightly, as if the Big Bear King had spoken about an extremely terrifying existence.

"As expected, you are here to find the cursed sword."

The old village chief shook his head gently, his face as wrinkled as tree bark showing a surprisingly calm expression.

"That sword was sealed in a mausoleum. And that mausoleum should be hidden somewhere deep in the Mist Forest."

After saying this, the old village chief raised his head and stared fearlessly at the big pirate with a bounty of over [-] million in front of him.

"If you want that sword, go find it yourself in the Mist Forest."

"If you can find it"