The Pirate: My Son Is Whitebeard

“Marko.”

On the Moby Dick, Marko turned around and saw Ace walking towards him.

At this time, the Moby Dick was in the center of the Whitebeard Sea and did not go elsewhere.

Ace came to him and took out the latest newspaper, “Have you read this report from the World Government Newspaper?” ”

With a dismissive smile, Marco said, “Don’t bother with this kind of fake news.” ”

If most people in the New World would believe this news, Whitebeard did not believe it from the beginning.

The confidence they had cultivated over the years following Whitebeard, as well as Mu Feng’s god-like strength, gave them full confidence.

What’s more, this news is only reported by newspapers controlled by the world government, which is unreasonable.

In the past, the occurrence of a major event was often overwhelming the reports of major mainstream newspapers, for fear of falling behind.

But this time, only the newspapers under the World Government spoke up.

Of course, it may also be because Dragon Island is too mysterious and other mainstream newspapers have no sources at all.

It all depends on how the individual wants to see it.

“Obviously, someone wants to take advantage of the absence of the old father and the old man to attack us, I have ordered all the 537 pirate groups under it to shrink the defense, now our sea area has been built like an iron barrel, even if the navy is pouring out, don’t try to take advantage of our sea area.”

Marko said with a smile, he is also an old pirate, and his premonition of this crisis is very strong.

Ace shrugged, “If that’s the case, then we’re really being looked down upon.” But just right, taking advantage of the absence of dad and man, we can just do a big job. ”

As he spoke, a flame rose in his hand, and the newspaper turned to ashes.

Marko also nodded, and his gaze became far-reaching.

He also held a stomach of anger, the previous battle of the Kingdom of Morse, the whole group of Whitebeard was calculated, fell into the miserable situation of being besieged, and the strength was not fully exerted.

But this time, no matter what direction the enemy came from, it was bound to be a frontal attack.

And in frontal combat, the Whitebeard regiment is not afraid of any opponent.

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Just when the New World was making a fuss because of this news.

(ACD) The two who are the protagonists of the news finally sailed out of the fog after three days.

The scope of this fog is too large, and there are many unknown monsters hidden in it, even if there is a pointer to guide the way, Mu Feng and Whitebeard have wasted a lot of trouble.

Along the way, countless monster corpses were left behind behind them.

Many of them are mutated from the sea kings, but their power has become extremely powerful, and it is very dangerous to hide in the fog.

And along the way, they see too many ruined pirate ships like Ghost One.

Those are the pirates who carried all kinds of into the fog back then, and they are not from an era, but they can only float in this fog forever.

On the small boat, Mu Feng and Whitebeard followed the guidance of the pointer, and their eyes lit up.

At some point, the fog dissipated, and in their eyes, there was an extremely normal sea, all kinds of seabirds in the sky were chirping, the sea breeze was blowing slowly, looking down, the sea was crystal clear, and they saw colorful schools of fish shuttling through the coral.

It is a completely different painting style from the previous fog.

In the distance, an island looms.

“Is this Dragon Island?” Whitebeard sighed softly.

This journey was really difficult, that fog, if not for the pointer to point the way, even if those hidden crises could not threaten him.

But this fog alone was enough to disorient everyone who entered.

Mu Feng smiled at the island in the distance, he smoked indifferently, and in his perception, this island had at least a dozen powerful auras.

The most powerful of them is extremely heavy, vaguely above Newgate.

After descending to the pirate world, Mu Feng had never felt this kind of breath, and if he had to compare, probably only the heavenly king used by the world government fifty years ago could fight.

But for Mu Feng, there is no difference.

Driving the hull of the ship, gradually approaching the island, an inexplicable coercive pressure suddenly appeared, making people feel stuffy.

Mu Feng is very familiar with what this is, Long Wei.

In the realm of the dragon clan, a special aura formed is somewhat similar to the overlord color in a sense.

Mu Feng just smiled, ignoring these dragon powers, and Whitebeard also let out a soft snort, revealing the overlord color, and immediately isolated all the negative effects.

The boat was washed up on the beach along the sea, and Mu Feng took out Kaido’s pointer, stopped, and stopped turning.

“Good, that’s right.”

Looking around, from here, it seems that there is not much difference from a normal island.

A variety of common plants grow on the beach.

However, if you look at the center of the island, you can see the mountains towering and progressing towards the center in a regular manner.

Above the peak, there are huge caves.

The dragon’s lair is very mixed and does not live in one place fixedly, for example, many oriental dragons have priesthoods and will live in underwater caves.

Unlike Western dragons, most of them live in caves and sparkle with stolen treasures and gems.

Basically every dragon’s lair is a giant treasure trove.

In the legend, dragon slayer warriors are rich and bleed.

Of course, the premise is that he is killed in the dragon’s cave.

“Let’s go, this group of big lizards may not know about our arrival yet, of course… Even if they knew, they wouldn’t welcome us. ”

Mu Feng knocked on the back with a cigarette stick and laughed.

“Kula la-la, a real dragon, very real expectations.” Whitebeard also burst out laughing, and the two headed towards the center of the island.

……

And at this time, the very middle of the island.

It is inside the most towering peak.

The entire mountain has been hollowed out, extending in all directions, polished everywhere and extremely smooth, and it does not look like a cave at all, but a labyrinthine palace.

In the middle of the palace, a large hall blooming with light, topped by a huge night pearl levitating, shining here like daylight.

Above the throne, a giant with a height of ten meters sat upright, and in front of him, stood a blond man in his forties.

Compared to the giant on the throne, this man is incomparably small. _

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