Tyrone's mouth opened widely, but he could not speak for a while.
The one who died was stage 4 level 3, but his head burst just like a piece of cheese.
This guy standing in front of him was not a child, but a devil!
He raised his head in bewilderment and looked at the guards who were holding long guns, yet none of them dared to raise their guns.
"What? Think they will shoot?" Raine said coldly, "I remember you said earlier that rules are only for the weak to follow. It seems they think the same as you."
Tyrone's eyes were full of horror, these words were his. He had just said that the rules were for the weak, and he was the strong one who designated the rules, but the problem was that this kid in front of him was neither the weak one who followed the rules nor the strong one who made the rules.
He was the one who changed the rules!
Looking at the already frightened Tyrone, Raine snorted contemptuously and turned back with his crew. But he found that these guys were also standing there motionless, each with a horrified look on their faces.
Well, he just seemed to have scared his people too.
"Hey, go away." Raine shook his head and left, and the crowd around him instantly made a way.
........................
Back on the ship, Raine immediately ordered the crew to sail away from the Truman Islands.
"Captain, are we running away?" Fancy looked at Raine strangely, "I was saying how you were so awesome just now."
Such a bloody scene is nothing for those who have lived in the Azure Era for a long time, but the key is that Raine dared to kill in front of so many people. This boldness is really a bit different from his usually careless and casual.
Originally Fancy was still a bit shocked by Raine, but who knows the captain rushed back and was ready to run.
"What run away, this is the strategic transfer!" Raine full of disdain, said with a strong voice, "With my inference, the Truman Islands government may not give us a hard time. The key is I am afraid that they pester me. I don't have time to play with them now."
Raine's deduction was somewhat likely, though not exactly what he had in mind.
The situation at that time was that the guard did not intervene. One is that they did not react, and two, none of them dared to be the outstanding ones at that time even if someone reacted.
But that's not necessarily true if it takes longer. They had violated the rules of the Truman Islands after all. In case the governor detains their ship or forces them to join the battle to capture the island... even if it's a walk in the park and a fight for respect, the people of the Truman Islands will be looking for him.
These were the scenes Raine does not like to deal with. In short, the best thing to do now was to quit!
The ship had sailed out of the Truman Islands and was driving aimlessly on the sea.
In the captain's cabin, Raine was gathered around the poster with everyone else.
"Captain, there seems to be a lot of powerful fleets in this island capture, and they are all in groups. There are more than two hundred large ships participating in the Truman Islands alone. I'm afraid the competition will be cut-throat then."
Raine nodded, "I see."
"I have no idea if the Sea King Pirates will come." Avril shook her head.
Trueking thought about it and said, "They may come, I'm afraid the island is not small from the scale of the Truman Islands out of the warships. Such a piece of fat, how can the Sea King Pirates not be greedy?"
Tik's eyebrows locked, "Captain, do we take the island?"
Raine pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head, "Yes! I have a perfect plan that will not only save Shobe but also hopefully grab the island."
"Um? No way, Captain, there is such a good thing?" Twobear looked confused.
"It's hard." Tik also said, "There are so many ships in the war just one Truman Islands. Every single one of them is the F-class warship, and the recruitment is not even over yet. After two months, there are 350 ships at least plus their island navy!"
"I think there will be a lot of people coming to fight over it." Terry also agreed with Tik's statement, "I reckon there will be at least a thousand ships by then. That's so many that we can't possibly wipe them all out."
Fancy wrinkled her nose with a face of disbelief, "In addition to the gap in strength, time is also too late. The poster said that the time to take the island is in two months. Plus the trip will take one month. And we need 3 months to get to the slave gladiator. By the time we save Shobe, this side of the battle may be over. How can you possibly take the island?"
Raine smiled heatedly, "I like this kind of melee the most. Anyway, you guys just listen to my arrangement."
Everyone didn't say anything more when they saw how confident the captain was. Setting a course, they started heading for the slave gladiatorial arena.
........................
The slave gladiatorial arena was located on Clark Island, the seventh largest island in the beast class sea. This was a sacred place where the navy, bounty groups, pirate groups, merchant houses, tribes, and all other forces coexist peacefully.
Because people come here to have a common purpose, watch the slave jousting!
Bloody and violent slave fighting is good, but with wine and bets to better stimulate adrenaline hormones!
In the middle of the island, the people in the stands were shouting loudly in the huge circular arena.
In the arena, a man wearing only a pair of close-fitting shorts was covered in blood. His dirty face only a pair of haunting eyes could be seen. He thrust a knife viciously into the back of a fierce tiger.
A bloody battle finally ended, the man was weak and staggering.
The spotted tiger was three meters tall, and five meters long. The fur on its body could not hide its toned muscles. Now it was lying motionless on the ground.
Yes, slaves are not the only opponents, they also need to deal with a variety of mutant creatures.
However, just when the man thought he had won and was ready to walk off the field, the huge tiger behind him sprang up and slashed the man's back with a huge wound with one claw, then opened its bloody mouth and snapped his neck with one bite.
The next was cruel tear and bite...
No one on the floor cared about the man's death, some people were excitedly chanting the name of the Tiger King.
Not long after this one was over, the slave gate opened with a clang. A tall sturdy man stood at the gate as he slowly walked into the gladiatorial arena.
"It's Shobe!"
"Shobe, give me a good fight! I've put 100 pearls on you!"
"If he wins this fight, he will have won 84 fights in a row!"
Shobe took a deep breath. 84 games only 16 games away from a 100-game winning streak, but afraid no one will think he has the life to win 100 in a row.
That guy would not allow anyone to get 90 consecutive victories. In another 5 games, that man will personally come down to finish himself!
The three great beast kings of the beast class sea as if a looming over everyone's heart an insurmountable mountain.
He could only delay his death by continuing to win.
"Ah, I really want to smoke a cigar before dying." Shobe shook his head and complained.
Tyrone's mouth opened widely, but he could not speak for a while.
The one who died was stage 4 level 3, but his head burst just like a piece of cheese.
This guy standing in front of him was not a child, but a devil!
He raised his head in bewilderment and looked at the guards who were holding long guns, yet none of them dared to raise their guns.
"What? Think they will shoot?" Raine said coldly, "I remember you said earlier that rules are only for the weak to follow. It seems they think the same as you."
Tyrone's eyes were full of horror, these words were his. He had just said that the rules were for the weak, and he was the strong one who designated the rules, but the problem was that this kid in front of him was neither the weak one who followed the rules nor the strong one who made the rules.
He was the one who changed the rules!
Looking at the already frightened Tyrone, Raine snorted contemptuously and turned back with his crew. But he found that these guys were also standing there motionless, each with a horrified look on their faces.
Well, he just seemed to have scared his people too.
"Hey, go away." Raine shook his head and left, and the crowd around him instantly made a way.
........................
Back on the ship, Raine immediately ordered the crew to sail away from the Truman Islands.
"Captain, are we running away?" Fancy looked at Raine strangely, "I was saying how you were so awesome just now."
Such a bloody scene is nothing for those who have lived in the Azure Era for a long time, but the key is that Raine dared to kill in front of so many people. This boldness is really a bit different from his usually careless and casual.
Originally Fancy was still a bit shocked by Raine, but who knows the captain rushed back and was ready to run.
"What run away, this is the strategic transfer!" Raine full of disdain, said with a strong voice, "With my inference, the Truman Islands government may not give us a hard time. The key is I am afraid that they pester me. I don't have time to play with them now."
Raine's deduction was somewhat likely, though not exactly what he had in mind.
The situation at that time was that the guard did not intervene. One is that they did not react, and two, none of them dared to be the outstanding ones at that time even if someone reacted.
But that's not necessarily true if it takes longer. They had violated the rules of the Truman Islands after all. In case the governor detains their ship or forces them to join the battle to capture the island... even if it's a walk in the park and a fight for respect, the people of the Truman Islands will be looking for him.
These were the scenes Raine does not like to deal with. In short, the best thing to do now was to quit!
The ship had sailed out of the Truman Islands and was driving aimlessly on the sea.
In the captain's cabin, Raine was gathered around the poster with everyone else.
"Captain, there seems to be a lot of powerful fleets in this island capture, and they are all in groups. There are more than two hundred large ships participating in the Truman Islands alone. I'm afraid the competition will be cut-throat then."
Raine nodded, "I see."
"I have no idea if the Sea King Pirates will come." Avril shook her head.
Trueking thought about it and said, "They may come, I'm afraid the island is not small from the scale of the Truman Islands out of the warships. Such a piece of fat, how can the Sea King Pirates not be greedy?"
Tik's eyebrows locked, "Captain, do we take the island?"
Raine pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head, "Yes! I have a perfect plan that will not only save Shobe but also hopefully grab the island."
"Um? No way, Captain, there is such a good thing?" Twobear looked confused.
"It's hard." Tik also said, "There are so many ships in the war just one Truman Islands. Every single one of them is the F-class warship, and the recruitment is not even over yet. After two months, there are 350 ships at least plus their island navy!"
"I think there will be a lot of people coming to fight over it." Terry also agreed with Tik's statement, "I reckon there will be at least a thousand ships by then. That's so many that we can't possibly wipe them all out."
Fancy wrinkled her nose with a face of disbelief, "In addition to the gap in strength, time is also too late. The poster said that the time to take the island is in two months. Plus the trip will take one month. And we need 3 months to get to the slave gladiator. By the time we save Shobe, this side of the battle may be over. How can you possibly take the island?"
Raine smiled heatedly, "I like this kind of melee the most. Anyway, you guys just listen to my arrangement."
Everyone didn't say anything more when they saw how confident the captain was. Setting a course, they started heading for the slave gladiatorial arena.
........................
The slave gladiatorial arena was located on Clark Island, the seventh largest island in the beast class sea. This was a sacred place where the navy, bounty groups, pirate groups, merchant houses, tribes, and all other forces coexist peacefully.
Because people come here to have a common purpose, watch the slave jousting!
Bloody and violent slave fighting is good, but with wine and bets to better stimulate adrenaline hormones!
In the middle of the island, the people in the stands were shouting loudly in the huge circular arena.
In the arena, a man wearing only a pair of close-fitting shorts was covered in blood. His dirty face only a pair of haunting eyes could be seen. He thrust a knife viciously into the back of a fierce tiger.
A bloody battle finally ended, the man was weak and staggering.
The spotted tiger was three meters tall, and five meters long. The fur on its body could not hide its toned muscles. Now it was lying motionless on the ground.
Yes, slaves are not the only opponents, they also need to deal with a variety of mutant creatures.
However, just when the man thought he had won and was ready to walk off the field, the huge tiger behind him sprang up and slashed the man's back with a huge wound with one claw, then opened its bloody mouth and snapped his neck with one bite.
The next was cruel tear and bite...
No one on the floor cared about the man's death, some people were excitedly chanting the name of the Tiger King.
Not long after this one was over, the slave gate opened with a clang. A tall sturdy man stood at the gate as he slowly walked into the gladiatorial arena.
"It's Shobe!"
"Shobe, give me a good fight! I've put 100 pearls on you!"
"If he wins this fight, he will have won 84 fights in a row!"
Shobe took a deep breath. 84 games only 16 games away from a 100-game winning streak, but afraid no one will think he has the life to win 100 in a row.
That guy would not allow anyone to get 90 consecutive victories. In another 5 games, that man will personally come down to finish himself!
The three great beast kings of the beast class sea as if a looming over everyone's heart an insurmountable mountain.
He could only delay his death by continuing to win.
"Ah, I really want to smoke a cigar before dying." Shobe shook his head and complained.
