Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

Wow... Wow...

The aftermath of the black gun's explosion gradually dissipated.

The surging waves also calmed down, beating rhythmically against the shore.

"Alabasta—I'm covered."

After Luo Wen said those words, he twisted his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.

He beckoned to Crocodile.

Crocodile walked towards Rowan with a cigar in his mouth, frowning, "What are you doing?"

Luo Wen grabbed his empty palm and gestured, "Scepter."

"oh."

Crocodile elementalized his right arm, and the gravel rolled up the scepter inserted not far away, and pulled it to his side.

The moment Crocodile delivered the scepter to Rowan, Crocodile suddenly realized something.

He slammed the scepter to the ground and cursed:

"Why should I help you get it!"

Luo Wen hooked his fingers helplessly, and the gravel under his feet seemed to be given life. He lifted the scepter from the ground and put it in Luo Wen's hand.

Holding the scepter in his hand, he smiled at Crocodile:

"Speaking of which, little crocodile, your shot just now was very decisive."

Crocodile frowned into the word "Chuan", took a puff of his cigar, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just upset with those slave traders!"

On the other side, Wei Wei had just comforted a child younger than her, and then trotted to Luo Wen's side.

"Master Ancestor, Mr. Sand Crocodile, are you not injured?"

Luo Wen rubbed Weiwei's head, pointed to Crocodile and introduced: "This is the little crocodile. The little crocodile just saved a town. Say quickly: Thank you little crocodile."

"Thank you little crocodile..."

Speaking of this, Weiwei felt something was wrong, and finally could only hold back and say: "Thank you, Mr. Crocodile!"

Crocodile: "..."

Big fire.

In any case, this old thing from eight hundred years ago made him very angry!

But so what?

Crocodile doesn't want to fight with an old monster with bottomless combat power!

It's not that I don't have the confidence to fight, but that it is unnecessary.

He simply took a cigar in his mouth, and forced himself to calm down.

At the end, I left a sentence to express my displeasure:

"You should care about those guys first!"

What Crocodile was talking about was naturally the exiles headed by the murloc Hoka.

After solving the slave trader's problem, they stood quietly, not daring to look up at anyone.

Huoka was even more sullen, his eyes depressed.

He had no shame in the face of any of the inhabitants of Aruga.

Obviously those residents took them in kindly, but their appearance brought unwarranted disaster to this small town.

How will the residents feel now?

anger? regret? hatred?

At least there will be disgust!

Huoka was silent, ready to meet the disgusted eyes that he was used to.

But what he didn't expect was that after a brief silence, there were violent cheers in his ears.

"Oh oh oh! Thank you!"

"Mr. Crocodile and that murloc brother are so strong!"

"Didn't you see? The one who made the last shot is amazing. He actually destroyed such a big ship in an instant!"

"In short, everyone is fine!"

"..."

People cheered, or lamented the strength of those who shot, or rejoiced that no one was injured.

Only, there is no voice of blame.

Huoka and the others froze in place, without speaking for a long time.

An inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart, and the scene in front of me gradually blurred.

They have never been treated like this.

It is not the usual contempt and exclusion, nor the pity of those in high positions, but being treated as "ordinary people".

Luo Wen smiled and said to Weiwei beside him: "Your father has managed this country very well."

Afterwards, he walked past Huoka, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed to the murloc:

"Nice country, isn't it?"

...

evening.

On the coast not far from Aruga.

Huoka held a borrowed mallet in his hand, and solemnly beat it on a wooden stake.

Boom!

The stakes were firmly driven into the ground.

That was the first wooden stake in the village, and it was also the symbol of the establishment of Yaruga Murloc Village.

The residents of Yaluja next door moved all the necessary daily necessities and helped the murlocs set up a temporary camp.

"Are you really not going to live in Yaruga?"

The old man, the mayor, was a little worried, "Even if you want to build your own village, you can stay in the tavern temporarily until the village is built."

"Thank you, old man."

Huoka fixed a corner of the tent, and said with a smile: "But we are too embarrassed to continue disturbing, and this is our own village, our home!"

Hoka's eyes light up when he says "our home."

They have fled all the way here, never expecting to have a place that can be called "home" here.

Hearing these words, the old man of the mayor no longer stopped him, but sighed instead.

"Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that the ancestor of the Alabasta royal family was resurrected!"

Huo Ka nodded, "No matter who he is, we all thank him from the bottom of our hearts."

...

not far away.

Rowan and Crocodile looked at the busy crowd.

Crocodile held a cigar in his mouth, and said with a sinister smile, "What a powerful method!"

Luo Wen raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"They, the group of murlocs."

Crocodile pointed at Huoka and the others, "Even if you ask them to attack naval warships now, they should agree immediately, right?"

Luo Wen grinned, "I don't understand, please explain in detail."

"Stop pretending."

Crocodile frowned, and said unhappily: "It was easy to subdue more than 30 murlocs, and there were even many masters among them, more than enough to deal with ordinary navy soldiers."

"Such a team is rarely seen in Murloc Island. If the navy finds out, their eyes will turn purple with envy!"

Because of many well-known problems, no murlocs are willing to fight for humans, let alone join the navy, and today this common sense seems to be broken.

Crocodile shook the soot and asked, "When are you going to recruit them to join the Alabasta army?"

But Rowan's answer surprised him a bit.

"Why solicit?"

Hearing this, Crocodile felt a little funny, "If it wasn't for recruiting, who helped you conquer Alabasta eight hundred years ago?"

Luo Wen smiled and said, "It's those who follow voluntarily."

Crocodile stared blankly.

Luo Wen took a few steps forward, looking at the new village.

"When this becomes their home, any solicitation will be superfluous."

"If something threatens their 'home', there will always be many people clenching their fists regardless of race, force, or belief, and then burst out with amazing strength and rise up to resist."

Luo Wen turned his head, his body reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He looked at Crocodile, smiled and said:

"The Empire of Alabasta, upon which was built."

...

into the night.

The new murloc village has initially stabilized.

Rowan, Crocodile, and Weiwei boarded the land and water transport to pick up the turtle and returned to Albana.

The residents of Murloc Village sat around the bonfire, roasting the meat given to them by everyone in Yaruga. The atmosphere was comfortable and peaceful.

Wall was bored, so he jumped into the sea, intending to catch some fish and grill them.

But when he was on the bottom of the sea and looked up, he saw a small wooden boat floating on the sea under the moonlight.

Is the surviving slave trader?

Wall instantly became alert.

He swam up secretly and leaned against the bottom of the boat.

Taking advantage of the murloc's unique underwater advantages, Wall suddenly exerted his strength, setting off a huge current, and lifting him and his boat together!

Murloc karate, ocean current back fall!

Crash!

The small wooden boat soared into the air and fell upside down on the sea. The figure on the boat streaked across the night sky and plunged into the sand on the shore.

Huoka and others noticed the movement here, and immediately prepared for the battle.

"who!"

They gathered around, but they all froze there, with doubts in their eyes.

It was an old man with gray temples and a beard, wearing a floral shirt for vacation.

His physique is extremely tall and strong, although he is not as good as Huoka, but as a human being, he has reached an exaggerated level!

What puzzled everyone even more was that the old man's eyes were closed at the moment.

In a coma?

No.

The deafening snoring sound, plus the hands that scratched the belly from time to time, are enough to prove one thing——

He fell asleep.