Pirates: The Black Earl

"I thought that by killing Crowe and robbing the ship, you would be able to get rid of the chase easily. I didn't expect you to surprise me, Zangao."

To be reasonable, Lovett really almost didn't escape, and he would not forget this "graciousness".

"Then let me look forward to it! I look forward to the wonderful taste of the soul that coexists with hope and despair when you find that Cloe disappears and I am alive."

Lowett did not leave clear evidence that he killed the great pirate Klow.

Because it's not enough.

Fear is not enough, not enough people disappear!

He also needs more corpses, and more fear.

His record will not be forgotten. Wherever the disappeared corpse goes, no one will be at ease if the answer is not found in one day.

And time will slowly ferment this fear, and continue to accumulate in the hearts of the world, and then expose everything, then

The impact of bottoming out will engrave his name in everyone's heart!

As a necromancer, it is undoubtedly unqualified to not play with people's hearts.

"At that time, I also counted, and made outstanding contributions to the East China Sea peace cause"

With a chuckle, Lowett looked behind him.

Two zombie puppets dragged a corpse with one foot, then lifted it up and threw it in the center of the **** circle.

Boom!

Crowe did not die, because he knew that he was not wronged.

Failure to see through the enemy's trap leads to being killed, and only a reckless man will feel aggrieved.

Smart people know that this is just a simple gap.

"But now, it's time to take care of business!"

Hum!

A stream of blood was drawn out and turned into a scalpel floating on his side. Lowett pushed up the broken hair on his forehead, and tied it up with a cloth tape with difficulty with the broken arm.

Then he walked into the magic circle and lit the six human head soul lamps placed around him.

Hum!

The evil and filthy aura spread wantonly, with a low hissing sound of dead souls, causing the marine creatures to frighten and move away.

Looking at the corpse at her feet, Lovett looked solemn, like a doctor rather than a necromancer.

"I don't know how far it can be transformed. With so many souls and corpses, the pass line is probably guaranteed?"

After all, the blood scalpel cut off a piece of hair on Crowe's head, and Lowett's eyes were serious.

"The 329451th Black Knight transformation, begin!"

Recently, there are two things that make Dashu sigh, one is World of Warcraft.

BL are all five?

alright!

If you talk about blackening, you can blacken it, and you won't give it a chance?

Why does the screenwriter suffer? 27 days ago when I was last online?

That's all right.

Chapter Seventeen, There can be no tainted justice!

"Black Knight" is not "Black Earl" Lowett's unique creation. Every official mage-level necromancer has made it more or less, and he is just the best one among them.

He even played such unreasonable monsters as the Black Dragon Legion.

As I said before, the mages are more like a group of scholars.

Since he is a scholar, he naturally has the theory of proving his academic ability and allowing others to study.

That's right!

The black knight is actually the theory that the necromancer proves the results of his practice.

The collective name of the biological transformation that verifies the academic research of the Necromancer.

In the moonlight, the **** circle exuded a faint red color. A man with one-armed black hair was holding a frightening weapon and rummaged through a corpse. The scene was extremely strange.

Especially the corpse trembled like an electric shock from time to time, and the zombies guarding the side with the hollow eyes, the atmosphere was depressed.

A few days later, Great Airway, Headquarters of the Navy.

Boom boom boom!

The ten-centimeter-thick bronze door was snapped, and in the office, a sturdy old man wearing toad glasses raised his head.

"Come in!"

The voice was loud and majestic, but even if his head was full of blue silk hanging from the left and right sides of his hat, it still couldn't hide the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

"Report! An urgent call from the 153 branch of the East China Sea and the Kingdom of Goya!"

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel stood at the door, looking respectfully at the old man sitting at the end of the long conference table with a thick beard above his lips and a twist whip hanging down his chin.

This is the current admiral of the navy!

The Warring States of Buddha!

"East China Sea? Goya Kingdom?"

Hearing the report from the flying squirrel, a trace of doubt flashed through his wise eyes. The Warring States stopped the action in his hand and put down the pen: "Sit down and say."

"Yes!"

He knew the Goa Kingdom, but apart from remembering that the 153 branch had such an organization, the Warring States did not know what happened there.

Sitting on the chair, the flying squirrel hesitated for a moment, and said: "Marshal of the Warring States period, something went wrong, Princess Salinand Canet of the Kingdom of Goya was escorted by the 153 branch to Rogge Town. He was stabbed in the middle and was still unconscious. "

"Nand ​​Carnet was stabbed?"

Warring States frowned, then patted the table.