The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 42 Thranduil - Part [-] (seeking monthly ticket for collection)

The murloc's hair had grown so long that it fell to the ground, and his body was so thin that only a skeleton remained, with a layer of skin drooping outside.

Judging from this miserable image, he may have been imprisoned here for a long time.

And it took a long time to see his chest rise and fall slightly. It seemed that he hadn't died yet.

Suddenly, an extremely weak light shone in here through layers of refraction, and hit his face.

The sudden stimulation and the warmth of the long-lost sunshine made him regain some consciousness.

He raised his head with difficulty, and opened his eyelids with all his strength, revealing a pair of cloudy vertical pupils, looking upwards.

But blocked by the stone wall, he didn't see anything.

Then he squeezed out the last trace of strength contained in his body, using his knowledge and domineering aura.

When he felt that familiar breath, the dusty memories suddenly rushed out like a dam breaking, and then the corners of his eyes became moist.

Outside the pit.

"Are we going to be imprisoned here?"

A little murloc boy said with a pale face that if he was imprisoned here, he would rather die.

Hody Jones' complexion is also not very good-looking, but as a top street skater, he naturally doesn't want to show weakness in front of others: "Hmph, that's all."

Searle completely ignored his stubbornness. When the deep pit appeared, he felt a familiar and friendly atmosphere, which made him a little surprised. Are there any acquaintances here?
tread!tread!tread!
A sound of footsteps came from the depths of the pit, accompanied by the slight shaking of the spiral staircase.

Suddenly, a tall skeleton frame of more than seven meters appeared. There was a huge bone fin on his back, and his whole body was covered with a special close-fitting bubble film.

He came in front of Searle and opened his leaking mouth: "Jiejiejiejie, isn't this Lord Ming? It's been decades, what's the point of coming here?"

Then he saw Hody Jones and the others tied up behind him, and showed a clear expression.

Searle looked at the skeleton in front of him and frowned. This skeleton existed a long time ago, and its strength is quite impressive.

According to his father, the race seems to be killer whale people, who once ate the fruit of the underworld by mistake.

Because he committed a certain crime, he was executed by the contemporary king, but later he was resurrected by the fruit of Huangquan.

According to the law, he could not be punished again, so he was expelled from Fishman Island by the angry king, and exiled here to serve as the guard of the deep sea hell.

Continue to atone for sin forever, but in fact, it is not much different from a prisoner.

In the long years, this guy's physical body could not resist the erosion of the years, and began to decay slowly.

When Searle saw him for the first time, he didn't have much good flesh on him.

It can be said that his seniority is several layers higher than Searle.

On the side, Bai Xing has entered a state of being afraid and loving to watch again, and his brothers and father also put on a defensive posture.

Neptune has been here before. After all, as a king, these things must be understood.

But he has never entered this deep sea hell, and naturally he has never seen this tall skeleton.

The skeleton in front of him seemed kind and friendly, but its introverted bloodthirsty power and the pair of extremely indifferent eyes that had turned into emptiness made everyone except Searle palpitate.

Thoughts flashed in Searle's mind. If he was there, he could understand some things clearly, and just asked about the familiar atmosphere he felt before.

"Let me ask you, is someone imprisoned here?"

Since Searle became King Ming, it seems that he has never used this cruel prison. Apart from this skeleton, there should be no living people here.

The skeleton put on a surprised expression: "Jie Jie Jie Jie, don't you know? This is where they are imprisoned."

The skeleton paused with a smirk, stood on tiptoe and stretched his head to Searle's ear: "Your brother!"

Hearing these two words, there was a sudden burst of pain in Searle's mind, and a dusty memory gushed out again.

As the sun sets, at dusk, seagulls sing and fly in the sky.

In a lawless area near the sea in the Chambord Islands, there are dozens of corpses of human traffickers piled up here, and beside the many corpses are two tall murlocs sitting.

One of the murlocs with extremely pale complexion and black curly hair spoke up: "Brother, these human traffickers are really disgusting, they can't be killed."

"Yes."

It was Searle who responded to him when he was young.

Searle casually threw a stone in his hand out of boredom.

After bouncing hundreds of times on the sea, the stone disappeared at the end of the horizon. Searle turned his head and said to the murloc next to him, "By the way, Thranduil, what are your plans for the future?"

Thranduil pointed to himself, "Me?"

Then he thought for a while: "Probably will join the Sea Beast Legion."

"That's it, I'm ready to go to sea and be a free pirate."

Thranduil's eyes widened: "Hey, this sounds really tempting."

Searle raised his eyebrows: "Then you are with me?"

"Let's forget it, there are too many traffickers and pirates staring at our compatriots, we brothers must keep one."

Time flies, Searle became the deputy captain of the Rocks Pirates, returned to the Fishman Island for a while, and sheltered the Fishman Island with the help of the Lockes Pirates, and became the guardian of the Fishman Island at that time. King Ming.

After the Battle of the Valley of the Gods, Searle returned to Murloc Island with his seriously injured and dying body.

"Brother, what's going on? Who hurt you like this? I'm going to kill him!"

Thranduil's eyes were about to split open, his eyes turned scarlet, and a murderous intent erupted from his body.

"Don't be impatient, Thranduil, control your emotions."

Searle was a little worried. His younger brother was fine in everything, but his emotions were very ups and downs.

Influenced by his mother's bloodthirsty megalodon bloodline, he became very irritable and extremely bloodthirsty as an adult.

It was only when he was by his side that he would return to that sunny younger brother.

Thranduil sometimes even couldn't control the murderous aura in his body to attack his compatriots, but fortunately he stopped every time at a critical moment.

Otherwise, even if he had already become the head of the army, he would have been expelled from the sea beast army by the king at that time.

Because of the follow-up hunt organized by the CPO, in order not to cause trouble for the Fish-Man Island, Searle could only say a few words to Thranduil, and left in a hurry.

From then until his death, he never saw Thranduil again.

The memory ends here.

Searle's thoughts returned, his eyes recovered, and he looked at the skeleton: "Granpus, why is Thranduil here?"

The skeleton called Gulanpus by Searle grinned, and his fangs that were not covered by his lips looked horrifying: "Jie Jie Jie Jie, it's a long story, His Majesty Neptune next to you should be more Are you clear?"

Neptune looked a little sad when he heard the words, and was silent for several times, and finally sighed deeply, and began to tell the story.

(End of this chapter)