The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 49 The lie of first encounter

April 1494, 4 in the Haiyuan calendar.

Above the vast sea of ​​clouds, a small boat is swaying in the wind. This distant scene of a lonely boat should be full of poetic and picturesque scenery.

But the torn canvas, damaged hull, and the ragged young man with a serious expression looked a little embarrassed. Reg had finally seen the weather in the white sea these days.

This ocean composed of white clouds behaves in an exaggerated manner when encountering strong winds and heavy rains. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is full of monsters and demons.

It's not like Qinghai's huge waves, tilting and shaking, but all kinds of unruly 360-degree swings like riding a roller coaster.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just the sea of ​​clouds rolling, but why do all kinds of cloud beasts come out to join in the fun?

If it weren't for the small size of the boat and its flexibility, if it weren't for the domineering attitude of Seeing, Wisdom and Se, who avoided danger, or if it wasn't for him being smart enough even though a long time had passed.

But when Reg thought of the weird cloud beasts flying all over the sky and baring their teeth and claws, he couldn't help but have all his facial features twitching. What a cheating thing.

“Finally stopped shaking”

Reg took out the record pointer from the small box and put it on his wrist. He had 3 of them in total. One of them was broken when Bai Hai was having epilepsy, and there were two left.

It doesn't matter if the sail is torn, he still has a spare, and he still has the sculls to increase the speed.

Reg took out the tools and began to make final preparations. No matter what, Angel Island was already "near".

Wuwuwu The sound of horns came from the distant sky.

Reg, who was about to take out the spare sail, blinked and looked in the direction of the source of the sound. He had seen that the most powerful sail was about 500 meters away, and it could not be used for a long time.

The source and tone of this horn sound are aggressive.

In my memory, only Indian-shaped tribes like the Sandians would use this kind of thing.

"Ahhhhhh"

Reg took out the last of the spare food and began to prepare for the battle without applying poison, as he did not want to kill anyone.

During the past few days of sailing, Reg also thought about how to deal with deception when he met the Sandians.

Yes, if you want to get close to this group of extremely xenophobic guys who only accept death, unless there are special circumstances, you can only use lies.

As for the content of the lie, Reg thought of putting the prefix "Mont Blanc" in front of his name, and applied some of Mont Blanc's past: because his ancestor Rolando was exiled, his descendants would inevitably be laughed at.

Having lived in ridicule and ridicule since childhood, he left home angrily and came to Gaya Island by chance to prove that the beautiful bells Rolando had heard and the golden land known as the Sandola Lantern were real. existing.

In the end, fate will find a way to the sky. Among these lies, except for his true identity, they are all true.

It can be said that there are nine truths and one falsehood. As long as he does not confuse the Sky Island people who have little contact with Qinghai, it is impossible to prove it.

Swishing, following the source of the sound, Reg saw two warriors wearing wide and large masks and grass skirts, with their bodies painted in various patterns and with white wings on their backs.

Under their feet were something like a small curved skateboard, and the boots on their left and right feet had a total of four Kong Island shells. The airflow from their left foot swept over their bodies quickly.

As the distance between them got closer, the Sandia warriors who were moving forward and backward, criss-crossing each other, also saw clearly the person they were going to attack: it turned out to be a child.

This discovery caused the two of them to slow down and walk side by side. They looked at each other: it was also the first time for them to encounter such a thing.

In the past, I had never seen any Qinghai people arriving, including children, so they acted without any scruples.

But not only did we meet today, but the size of the ship was obviously only one person and two birds.

But can a child have the ability to come to the White Sea alone? Is he a so-called devil fruit user?

The southward bird on his boat is a bird that only exists in Apayado. The two people looked at each other again and nodded slightly: This is a Qinghai pirate who covets their homeland, Apayado.

"hello"

Reg raised his hand to indicate that he was harmless to children and that there was no harm in it. At least there was no need to talk with fists after meeting and fighting.

Click

The man holding a round bazooka-like weapon aimed at Reg.

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sp;"shameless thief"

"Death at any age"

The black shells that escaped from the gun made the corners of Reg's mouth twitch. How could he be a thief? Is there a wrong way to open it?

Chirp, chirp, chirp, two southward-facing birds appeared with gloating and panicked calls.

I am now close to Angel Island, and there are birds on the boat that are only found on the Island of Gods.

Reg, who figured it out in an instant, would naturally not let the cannonball hit the boat. Using Moon Step, he instantly stepped the cannonball into the sea of ​​clouds and moved forward.

The two Sandia warriors who took action did not relax even when faced with a child like him. After firing the cannonballs, the cannon warrior's right foot ejected a blue arc and his body jumped into the air.

At the same time, one of them drew out his spear, sprayed out airflow from his left foot, and attacked quickly.



After stepping on the strong wind in mid-air, Reg's body disappeared in front of them and reappeared in front of the gun barrel warrior.

Kaca was worthy of being a Sandian who had been trained as a warrior since childhood, so he subconsciously put the shield in front of him.

Reg, who kicked the shield out of the dent, twisted his body casually, dodged the spear thrust by another warrior, but did not continue the attack, but left immediately.

The sudden burst of flames made the flying Lege look solemnly: the thing tied to the end of the spear turned out to be a flame shell.

Reg, who was moving at high speed, kicked the spear warrior, but the opponent suddenly let go of his spear and met his foot with the palm of his hand.

Impact baby?

Reg, who disappeared with moon steps again, appeared on the side of the gun barrel warrior.

A small musket suddenly appeared and the trigger was pulled.

Under the halo of seeing and hearing, the other warrior turned his head and closed his eyes.

Flash baby?

Reg, who knew full well, stupidly stepped forward to meet him, and the next moment light suddenly appeared.

After a successful blow, the two of them launched a decisive attack on Reg at the same time, and it turned out that he was not a simple kid.

The gun barrel warrior took out the round blowpipe hanging from his neck. Reg naturally noticed that the thing inside was undoubtedly a needle, and it was poisonous.

The spear warrior holds the spear in his right hand and pushes the other end with his left hand.

The simultaneous attacks that were supposed to be a sure kill failed. Not only did Rege, who missed the Flash Shell, not dodge hastily, but he also did not choose to distance himself. Instead, he appeared behind the spear warrior and snapped.

A heavy blow hit the back of the opponent's head. Instead of continuing the attack, Reg placed his palm on the spear warrior's neck.

"Let go of Garr." The gun barrel warrior finally called his companion's name.

"I didn't dare to confirm just now. I didn't expect it. After hundreds of years, you people still haven't made any progress. It's really disappointing."

If Reg opened his eyes with his eyes closed and really wanted to kill, he would have ended the battle with his Arashi Kick just now.

"Well, who are you?" The cannon warrior's voice was much harsher. A Qinghai native actually knew the history of their clan's survival here.

"Mont Blanc Reg." Reg, who was hanging behind Garr like a monkey, said.

The "Mont Blanc" gun barrel warrior began to think that the name sounded familiar.

A few seconds later, an exclamation voice came from under the mask: "Mont Blanc Rolando, who are you?"

Now it's Reg's turn to have a black line. Is this really stupid or fake?

But he still had to answer seriously, but his tone was a bit self-deprecating: "Our ancestors hundreds of years ago, although the blood relationship between us has been as thin as mosquito blood."

"How can you prove that you are a descendant of Rolando?" The gun barrel warrior still did not relax his vigilance.

Reg glanced at the other party and said directly: "Although I don't have the most direct proof, I know everything about what happened back then. I didn't expect that I would find you guys here who can't even abide by the agreement."

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The gun barrel warrior did not reply, but the hand that held the gun barrel was tighter than the golden bell. It has not sounded for nearly 400 years. That agreement is the pain in the hearts of all Sandian warriors. Baidu "The Incarnation of the Pirate as Lei Jie" The latest chapters of "Public Literature" are free for the first time.

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