The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 73 Freedom is in front of you, if you want it, take it with your own hands!

Moansel?
Mahdi, who was kneeling on the ground, stopped kowtowing when he heard these four big characters, and his heart was shaken.

Why did this killing god appear in the Holy Land?
Mahdi Sheng knew that the compatriot who died more than half a year ago died at the hands of this Moangser. According to the scene described by his father, the death was really miserable!
Now I have fallen into his hands, isn't that right?
Thinking of this, his head began to think rapidly about how to operate in order to save his own life.

He didn't dare to raise his head, so he could only turn slightly to one side, and then slowly turned his pupils upwards, barely seeing Searle's body.

"That... that, Moangsel... my lord!"

In order to get a chance of life, Mahdi Shrine even shouted two words that would never exist in his dictionary.

Searle glanced at him: "My lord?"

Mahdi Sheng felt Ser's cold gaze, his hair stood on end, his skin hurt like being pricked by a needle, and his crotch was instantly moist.

"Actually, I'm your...your fan! Yes! I'm your loyal fan, Sir Moensel!"

Sage Mahdi said, getting better and better as he talked: "I have long seen that group of Tianlong people upset, and I am also ashamed of my identity!"

Speaking of this, Mahdi San propped himself up, moved his sore neck a little, and then raised his hand to wipe the dust off his forehead.

With tears and snot in his eyes, he cried miserably: "Since I heard that you killed that scumbag Roswald half a year ago, I have become your idol, no, your fan, please Allow me to be by your side, I have a lot of wealth that I want to dedicate to you."

The intoxication he said, coupled with the height gap of more than five times with Searle, caused him to not notice Sel's colder eyes at all.

"Finished?"

Hearing this indifferent voice, Mahdi Sheng shook his head. His five or sixty years of life experience told him that the killing god in front of him didn't believe his nonsense at all.

Sel stretched out his hands and pinched Mahdi Sheng's neck like a chicken, and brought him up in front of his eyes. The thick, wet and hot breath breathed on Mahdi Sheng's face made him unable to open his eyes.

He fluttered his limbs in a panic as if he was drowning, and Searle smiled disdainfully: "Pig, open your eyes."

"Yes." Mahdi Sheng opened his eyes immediately, looking at Ser's terrifying big face close at hand, he was almost scared out of his soul, and he cried with a mournful face: "Lord Moangser, please...please forgive me One life."

Searle raised his eyebrows and said with a cruel smile: "Tell me a reason to spare your life."

"This……"

Mahdi San was at a loss for words for a while, and his brain went blank due to his panic, leaving only Sir's face and the sound of breathing.

Searle smiled like teasing a child: "If Master Tianlong can't think of it, how about I help you think about it?"

Mahdi Sheng was overjoyed, and he didn't notice Sear's wrong tone, and said, "That's really great."

"That dragon over there, you understand human language, right? Come here and bite off the limbs of this pig, and I will spare your life if I become your compatriot."

Mahdi Sheng's smile froze on his face, and his sallow face turned pale instantly. He tremblingly said, "My lord, can you change...for another one?"

Sel stretched out a finger and pressed his nails against the lips of Mahdi Sheng, whispering like a devil: "Daba!"

Then, amid Seir's wild laughter, Mahdi Sheng wailed and was brutally torn limbs by the velociraptor, and there was a foul smell from his crotch.

Seeing this scene, Wen Cha was stunned. The next second, he swallowed and pleaded to Searle.

"Well, Lord Moangsel, although he is very capricious, please let me kill this Tianlongren with my own hands, please."

Wen Cha knelt down with difficulty on his remaining left leg, propped his forehead on the ground, and choked up, "I'm willing to trade my life!"

Wencha has no absurd idea of ​​why Searle didn't come sooner so that his brother wouldn't have to die.

As long as you can kill the Tianlongren with your own hands, one!Just one!In this way, he can go to see his younger brother with peace of mind.

Mahdi, who was struggling in pain beside him, heard this and cursed angrily: "You wait...it hurts, you can't do it there! You inferior slave dare to say such a thing."

Searle ignored him, but looked straight at Wencha, and Wencha also mustered up the courage to look at Searle, and the two eyes collided and intertwined in the air.

After a long time, Searle smiled helplessly.

"Okay, this guy will be handed over to you, but only this one."

"Grateful!"

Wencha kowtowed heavily, smashing a hole in the ground, then he struggled to get up, tensed his abdomen and bowed ninety degrees to Searle with difficulty.

Mahdi Sheng's face changed drastically: "My lord, didn't you say that you would spare my life? My hands and feet were bitten off!"

Searle glanced at him: "He is the one who wants to kill you, what does it have to do with me, Moang Sel?"

Looking at the four bowl-sized wounds of Mahdi Sheng who were bleeding profusely, Searle knew that he would not live long, and the dead were of no use.

Mahdi Shri shouted angrily: "You devil!"

Searle scratched his ears, and responded indifferently: "Thank you for the compliment."

Being called that by someone you hate is the best compliment in the world, and it means that your revenge is in place.

With a ferocious face, Wencha jumped towards Mahdi Sheng with one foot, brutally suppressed Mahdi Sheng who had turned into a human stick, and bit Mahdi's throat with his only remaining weapon, his teeth.

The fear of death and the severe pain from his neck made Mahdi San struggle violently.

But how could he, a fat man who had to rely on slaves to walk and pant for food, resist a strong man who fought day and night in the Colosseum?
Even if this strong man has only his left foot left, it is not something he can resist.

"Please... please, I was wrong, please spare my life!"

But no matter how much Mahdi Sheng begged, it would only make Wen Cha on his body harder.

Gradually, Mahdi Sheng's breath became weaker and weaker, until he had died for a while, Wencha was still biting his throat and refused to let go.

"He is dead."

Searle didn't leave, but watched from the sidelines and kindly reminded Wen Cha.

"Hahahahaha!"

Wencha raised his head, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the corner of his mouth was still wet with blood.

What a relief!
After laughing wildly for a while, he turned his head and thanked Searle again solemnly, and then he said firmly: "Please kill me!"

It was the first time Searle heard such a request, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"

Wen looked at Searle and said word by word: "In just half a year in this Colosseum, I defeated and killed 50 people, cut off their heads, and my brother was among them, just now !"

Speaking of this, Searle has fully understood that although he doesn't know how his relationship with his younger brother is, the siblings were forced to die by their own hands under the threat of the Tianlong people. Ordinary people have long since collapsed after suffering such suffering.

Wen Cha's tone was extremely firm: "I would be very happy if I died under the knife of a hero like you."

"I know, but I'm not a hero, and saving you is just a coincidence."

Searle slowly pulled out his fangs and pressed them against Wencha's neck: "Any last words?"

"If possible, I would like to ask you to save these slaves, thank you very much, I'm done."

Looking at his clear eyes, and his sincere and considerate tone, Seir's heart twitched.

"Stop talking to yourself!"

The fangs brushed lightly, and Wencha fell to the ground with a satisfied face.

If it's convenient, I will try my best!

Putting his fangs back into his waist again, Searle had one more purpose for his trip.

Although it is just a stranger who doesn't even know his name, it is often the ingenious intersection of these fate arrangements that make you sigh.

this is life!
So do your best to save these poor slaves, why not? Besides, I was going to release the slaves to let them riot, confuse the sight, so that I can catch the Tianlong people by myself.

At this time, the slaves and guards in the auditorium were completely dumbfounded, and they all froze in place.

It's unbelievable that they dared to attack the Tianlong people. Those men in black suits and guards couldn't help but run away. They were ruthless and cruel to the weak, but what if they were allowed to fight Searle in order to protect the Tianlong people?
Sorry, I have a disease that kills me if I come into contact with murlocs.

But they fell down within a few steps, and there was a blood hole between their eyebrows.

Domineering look ~ soul bullet!

There was a circle of red flashing around Searle's body, and black and red thunderbolts crackled and hit all around indiscriminately.

He glanced around at the shocked slaves in the auditorium, and shouted: "The Tianlong people are dead, and the guards are dead, too. Freedom is ahead. Take what you want!"

The domineering use of knowledge and knowledge made Searle's voice appear in the ears of every slave accurately. The bell-like voice brought them back to their senses. They fell silent and thought in their hearts.

This is the holy land of Marie Gioia!

Even if he escaped from the Colosseum, it was just the first step. The large number of guards and the powerful CP were like a mountain that could not cross domains.

can they escape
"I've had enough! I want to be free!"

A man who looked a bit mature shouted, stretched out his right foot and stomped hard on the corpse of a man in a black suit next to him.

He used to be a man who sailed freely on the sea, even though he was a pirate.

But no matter how slim the chance of escaping is, he will choose to be an eagle soaring in the sky today, even if he loses his life, he will never be a bird in a cage again!

Sometimes, there is really only one leader missing for one thing. Listening to the pirate's screaming, the slaves once again ignited their desire for freedom, and the servility cultivated for a long time was suppressed by the blood hidden deep in the bone marrow.

"I want to be free! I don't want to be a slave!"

"free!"

The deafening shouts resounded throughout the Colosseum again, this time their shouts were no longer because of the orders of the Tianlong people, but really came from the heart.

When Searle saw it, the corners of his mouth raised, and it was done!A single spark can start a prairie fire. With them taking the lead, more slaves will surely be rescued like a snowball. The more people there are, the greater the chance of escaping, not to mention that Searle will clear the strong ones ahead for them.

Suddenly, Searle's heart shrank suddenly, his eyes turned red instantly, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a beast.

Blood!

Kill!
　3000 [-] characters, won't you give a ticket?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)