Othua's War Banner

Chapter 347: 0346

Although Lorgar is a little bit blindly worshiping the battle banner.

But he is the most tactful guy among all the Hellas in Sandon Kaya, he usually likes to figure out people's hearts, and when he meets a hot-headed captain who is always in a drunk state...

Things are much simpler.

He put on a borrowed leather suit with rib plates and back buttons, and a pair of ruffian bone earrings plucked from a corpse.

"Does your hat need drying?"

Lorgar asked, reaching out to help the captain straighten his cloak.

"Forget it, I'm not used to it."

Woolf Odinga waved it off, rarely dressed as he is today, even with the embossed hood with gold skulls on black.

After all, as the leader of the Cold Chain, he is about to attend the captains' meeting.

Lorgar saw many huge ships on the sea really approaching Anand Island, and the auxiliary ship was not qualified to approach Waterfly Bay, and all of them anchored far away.

"Hey, there are more people than I imagined. There are quite a few old slickers who ignored that girl."

Odinga snorted his yellow teeth, and quickly put on the remaining decorations, and even took the time to put on the Southern Xinjiang boots he bought this morning.

Land traffic at the ice port of Ambera was blocked.

The merchants exchanged gold and silver for the captain's deck, hoping to leave the waterway. Some beast sailing ships chose to make a fortune in this season.

This is understandable.

"Hahaha, I knew I should wait, the chick from Chasing the Wave said she would lead us to make a lot of money."

"Who are you talking about?"

Lorgar asked.

Odinga nuzzled into the middle of the bay.

He is the kind of captain who is more approachable, speaks rough words, likes to pursue brotherhood, and is not used to letting sailors or adjutants wait for him to dress.

He held the newly bought boots in both hands, but his big belly blocked his view, and he stretched his toes several times without kicking into the boots.

Odinga bounced around the deck.

Lorgar looked at Anand Island in a daze. There were many ships docked in the bay, but the largest ship among them could be described as spectacular.

"Blue Wave Chasing Flame."

Odinga dressed and appeared beside Lorgar.

He stroked its outline with his dirty, callused palms from the air. "What a beauty, the last time I saw it was in Xanqi's giant vortex."

Odinga looked like he was caressing his lover.

"Get ready to go, the old guys are here."

He patted Lorgar on the shoulder, unprepared.

The beast sailing boat has a deep draft, and there is no way to get completely close to the land. They can only take a small boat and slowly paddle to the rippling river bank.

Lorgar shook his oar in the crystal clear water.

He noticed that there were many blue rays of light below, and even in a sunny day, he could still see magnificent and magical magic ripples...

"Don't reach out to touch the water, be careful of the poison, the jellyfish is not playing with you."

Although Odinga seems to be inseparable from the bottle and rough and violent, he can always give people the illusion of peace of mind and consideration when doing things.

Lorgar seemed to understand his charm.

To be able to control a huge fleet, one must have a talent or quality that most people can agree with.

Lorgar heard the sound of water.

There are still people rushing over from the sea one after another. These captains are all dressed up to attend, and the entourage they bring are all confidant-level existences.

"Do you know why they're all nervous?"

Odinga collapsed on the opposite side of the boat, raised his hand to pour wine into his throat, hiccupped, and said drunkenly:

"Because the captain of the Chasing Wave is also a beautiful woman. She is a rose in the waves. She is both beautiful and prickly. If the captain who signed the sea treaty did not follow the rules, the gift of the next meeting may be a magic bomb or a shining knife."

With a strong smell of alcohol wafting from his body, he said, "It's so spicy."

Lorgar nodded.

He didn't understand at the time...

Does this "spicy" refer to Jiuniang, or the rumored captain.

The sun is getting brighter and the bay is getting more crowded as the day goes on.

But the captains would rather drop anchor within the limit distance than approach the most central Blue Flame Chaser.

……

Heavy breathing, accompanied by moans and gasps.

What is that thumping thing?
Oh.

my heart beats.

Lu Fu gradually woke up from the coma.

His consciousness was slackened, he couldn't gather effective thinking, and he couldn't control his body at all. He could only judge whether he still had sound limbs based on the location of the pain.

Darkness and coldness are the only sensations.

The burning pain wrapped in viscous magic tortured the poor raider leader all the time.

Consciousness gradually fell, and the thinking ability finally returned to himself.

Lufer wanted to scream with all his strength to vent his pain, but with a burst of strength, he sat up from the cold floor.

That's right, floor tiles.

Dark gray lines, traces of erosion by years and cold wind.

Lufer looked at his palm in disbelief, it was intact and not dirty at all.

He tried to stand up, but he did it easily.

Lufer was wearing neat equipment, as if he had just left the luxurious main entrance of the Luodu Opera House. He was full of confidence and publicity, and seemed ready to take the entire Ambera Ice Port into his pocket.

"Where am I?"

He regained his composure after thinking for a while.

Those realistic memories also began to emerge. The man named Ken defeated himself...

"I remember that I was summoning Mogol, the legendary giant beast, the waves were full of beast sailboats, and the monster gradually deprived me of my body, it was cruelly eating my flesh and blood..."

Lu Fu knelt down on the ground, covering his head, his eyes widened, as if all the fear appeared in front of his eyes.

Tap, tap.

The crisp sound of the silver-clad tin rod appeared behind him.

Emaciated men with sticks and boots and metal pounded the tiles of the Bridge of Greed.

"The flesh and blood of the losers were cast into bricks, which became the wake-up call for our progress, and their greedy wishes became the wind in our ears, blowing through every rattling iron chain..."

It's a very old story in the North.

"Hey, it's been so long that no one can remember this most touching bedtime story. In the earliest days, there would be craftsmen telling the younger generation next to each dwarf's hearth."

He squatted down on his own.

The thin man stroked Lufer's back.

"I think you must be unwilling to admit your failure like this, but I am a generous and generous person, so how about I allow you to make another wish, Lufu."

"Wish, yes, it's you, you tricked me into letting Mogor..."

"Shh!"

"Woooooooo..."

The thin man suddenly got into trouble.

He strangled Lufer's neck with a cane, making the other party swallow all the words he hadn't finished speaking.

(End of this chapter)