days in the world of pirates

The first half of the Great Line, on the island of Kulegana.

The baboons watching in the night all showed extremely excited expressions. Although their hands were not all swords and there were other messy weapons, they all started to learn from Mawson in the field.

Otherwise, we can say that these baboons have become spirits.

They clearly saw that Mawson was stronger than the strong baboon they were fighting against, so they did not miss this opportunity to study seriously.

Bang!!

With one move, Mawson knocked the fighting baboon flying to the ground. This time he increased the force slightly, and the baboon fell to the ground for a long time and never got up again.

The other groups surrounding them also hurriedly hid in the woods or ruins of broken walls.

Mo Sen has determined that the baboon just learned the sword skills of the strong.

At least he is a senior swordsman.

But what I have to complain about is that this baboon is actually much better at knife skills than most people.

After just a few minutes of fighting with this big black man with as long arms and legs, it can be seen that this baboon will not take too long to learn sword skills.

But after fighting with him for a short period of time, it began to slowly master the things it learned on its own.

You can actually learn how to use force from him.

If this kind of thing were told, I don't know how many human beings who are learning swordsmanship would be so ashamed that they would find a piece of tofu and directly hit them to death.

At this time, Mo Sen suddenly had some conjectures in his mind.

If it was really that guy, it might make sense that this baboon, which had only been secretly learning for a short time, could learn such advanced sword skills.

Isn't that right? Just go and see for yourself.

He put the knife on his waist again.

Mawson no longer paid attention to those baboons who were very good at judging situations.

He walked past the baboon lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and saw it squinting its eyes and secretly glancing here, feeling amused in his heart.

Such intelligence is probably no less than that of ordinary humans.

He deliberately revealed an extremely fierce aura, and saw the whole body of the lying baboon peeping at Mawson stiffen, and bounced up from the ground in an instant. He didn't even care about the long knife that fell aside, and ran in quickly.

The woods disappeared.

The other baboons were not much better, they were all scared away by this extremely sharp breath.

All disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This desire to live has also disappeared.

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It is a bit difficult to search the ruins of this town, after all, it once existed as a kingdom.

The islands on the Grand Line vary in size, and so do the countries.

Small islands are like the current Culigana Island. In fact, the area of ​​this island is not large. Even if it is a town where a kingdom is located, judging from the current progress of Mawson's search, this country will not survive more than 50,000 people.

For large countries and islands, you can refer to Alabasta. The city of Alba has a standing army of 600,000 people. Plus ordinary residents should have no problem crossing Fishman Island, not to mention there are other cities in the country.

Not to mention the length of the entire country is at least thousands of kilometers.

This town has been experiencing war for some time now, and the ruins in the town are also visited by many animals from the jungle, especially now at night.

There are many animals coming here to look for food.

On some scattered tall buildings, there are also the calls of nocturnal birds.

This adds to the terrifying atmosphere of this ruin, as if something covered in blood and disheveled hair will crawl out of somewhere accidentally.

Sure enough, strength is the foundation of everything.

If you were to put Mo Sen in his previous life, even if you gave him a hundred courages, he would not dare to appear alone in such a place at night.

Now, not only did he have no fluctuations in his heart, he even wanted to give music to such a night.

However, I saw dark red blood stains in many places around me, so I guess many people died here.

Mohsen thinks it’s better to be normal.

It’s not that I’m afraid that one or two people will come out to sing duet with him.

Rather, no matter whether a war is just or not, there will always be casualties, and it is inevitable that the civilians will suffer the most.

Although he is a scumbag in liberal arts, Mr. Lu Xun said: Xing, the people suffer; forgetfulness, the people suffer.

He still remembers it very fondly.

In fact, from a distance, the place where he is is the most terrifying.

Because today he is not dressed in white, but in a black suit with a white cloak of justice on the outside.

Under the mist-shrouded night sky, a white shadow floated here and there, bending down to look for something from time to time. Matching the surrounding atmosphere, it was a perfect OSS in a horror movie.

…

This place has been cleaned up.

It can be seen that there must be a hand behind this incident.

He didn't believe that the civilians who had fled would still have the heart to come back and clean up the battlefield.

In particular, he had inspected some of the mansions belonging to the kingdom's nobles, and the materials inside had been cleaned a bit too clean.

In some intact rooms, materials seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

No matter how careful you are, there will always be some supplies left behind in some places, but none of them are there.

If it weren't for the forces of the careless son of the Karp family who were causing trouble behind this, he would have eaten up the house in front of him.

Ahem...forget it, it's better not to eat and drink too much.

Since there is enough evidence to show that there is someone behind this, Mohsen only needs to report it truthfully.

Although the current revolutionary army has begun to move more frequently, most of them are out of sight of the navy. Those who stare at them most tightly like a dog biting a bone are actually the people of the CP.

This wasn't the reason why he didn't continue searching.

The reason was that when he was searching a hidden room, there was a dead body inside that had not been restrained.

After such a long time of fermentation, the appearance of the aristocratic man who looked pampered and had an unusually high amount of fat, the taste, and the sourness, were simply unbearable to look at.

Fortunately, Moson has experienced too many such scenes in this world, and for him, it was just the sudden smell that made him uncomfortable.

He searched no further.

If now is not the time to go to sea, he might be ready to return.

This is already a building in a noble area, and everything inside has been looted cleanly.

Mawson decided to find a room that looked okay as his place to stay today.

It was at this time that a different sound came from a distance.

His expression moved, and he was thinking about this in his eyes. It seemed that his guess was correct. This island should be the place where the powerful and terrifying otaku usually lives.

I have to say, this guy's taste is really unique.

You can stay alone in a place like this for several years, and no, there are a group of baboons accompanying you.

So, did I get something amazing?!!

Shocked.jpg!

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On Kulegana Island, the sky is often covered with a layer of mist at night, so there is a reason why this island was later called Ghost Island.

The night shrouded in mist becomes hazier.

It's like frosted glass stained with a layer of water vapor, making it hard to see clearly.

However, it can be roughly seen that this place was originally a square. The statue erected in the middle of the square was cut into several pieces at some point and scattered underneath.

The other buildings around the square are not complete either. Some have traces of guns and cannons, and some can be seen to be the result of sword energy struck by strong men with their swords.

Under the night, there are many faint black figures hidden in the shadows of these ruins.

They hide themselves perfectly in the darkness of night.

Well, probably.

There was a figure in the square who didn't look tall. To be precise, he was a little lean. He looked less than two meters tall and was a little short in this world.

In his hand was a long knife that looked about the same as his height. The handle was at least half a meter long. Both sides of the knife were almost as long as the handle. The blade was as black as ink, and the blade was heavily decorated with T-shaped patterns.

On the blade.

Just by looking at it, you can understand that this is an extremely powerful killing weapon.

The long knife moved like an arm in his hand, and every movement seemed to have been refined thousands of times. The moves displayed by the long knife were like an antelope hanging its horns.

Such long sword moves are usually based on chopping, but in his hands he can use a variety of subtle moves.

To be precise, it should be as easy as taking a heavy load.

From time to time, there would be a flash of sword light, and then a building would be cut into pieces with a bang, falling to the ground with a roar.

From this we can know how those smooth, flat-surface slash marks on these ruins came about.

As for the black figures hiding behind these ruins, once they get closer, they can be seen to be a group of baboons similar to the ones Mawson met before.

The difference is that most of these baboons are holding swords of different styles and seemingly of average quality.

They looked at the figures in the square, their eyes fixed on them, and the expressions on their faces were simply intoxicated.

But at this time, no baboon dared to go out and disturb the figure practicing the sword.

At this time, the aura emitted by that figure made them feel as if their whole bodies were being torn apart even though they were tens or hundreds of meters apart.

If you were closer, you might not even have to walk up to it.

I don’t even know how I died.

It has to be said that animals generally have unusual intuitions about danger.

Especially these guys who are too smart.

They are also a group of animals.

The man who was practicing swordsmanship in the square suddenly slashed out with his sword. The sword energy flew hundreds of meters and collided with someone unknown, making an extremely violent explosion.

The thin man held a knife in both hands, the tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground in front of him, and his eyes were like the eyes of an eagle staring at the direction where the knife energy had just flown out.

He said in a deep voice: "Who is there?!"

Da da da……

The sound of leather shoes walking on the stone slabs was extremely clear in such a silent night.

The distance of about a hundred meters was covered by the sound of footsteps in just over ten seconds.

On a stone road leading to the ruins of this square, a figure in a white coat loomed, gradually becoming clearer.

Until he stood more than ten meters away from the man holding a huge black knife.

"As expected, it's you, 'Hawkeye' Joracol Mihawk."

"You are? Vice Admiral, Alpha Mawson!"

Hey, wait.

Shouldn't you call me by my nickname at this time?

(So ​​what nicknames do the bosses think is appropriate? Momo Rabbit, Akainu, Aoki Pheasant, Kizaru, Fujitora, Green Ox, Tea Dolphin. A book friend named him Hei (1i four tones), which is a kind recorded in ancient books.

Divine Snake, what do you think?)