Reborn As a Pirate

Slow, silent, firm.

The expedition team walked for about fifteen minutes among the water pipes and came to a new cave.

The contents of the dark hole cannot be seen, like a ferocious beast with its mouth wide enough to swallow the whole world, waiting for food to come to fill its stomach.

The team stopped at the entrance of the cave.

"Acharin, check if the cave wall here is the same as the tunnel, and don't disturb others."

Acharin nodded silently.

Lorraine and Henna took the torches from the sailors, two each, and walked into the cave side by side, holding them high.

Reflecting the light of the fire, Lorraine saw that the rock wall was so smooth that it was almost milky white, still in the shape of an egg-shaped echoing gallery. It's just that this hole is much bigger than the fluorescent hole in front. Standing at the entrance, you can't see the situation in the hole clearly with the help of four torches.

The two walked along the wall, and after walking for a long time, they saw artificial creations on the wall.

It was a torch, supported by a rough iron frame on the stone wall. The oilcloth on the torch was scorched black, it seemed to have been burned, but it never burned out.

"Hina, did we bring kerosene?"

"Bring some just in case."

"Tell two sailors to make some sackcloth to wrap around the torches, and I have a hunch we're at the end."

Lorraine's needs were quickly met, and the sailor carefully wrapped the oilcloth around the torch, took the fire and lit it up, immediately lighting up the world.

They scattered along the two roads, searched along the cave wall from left to right, and lit a total of forty-eight torches, illuminating the huge cave like a small theater.

Lorraine saw a white hole!

The walls of the hole are white, and the center is also white.

In the center of the white is a nearly three-meter-high gentle sand dune made of quartz sand, scattered gold coins and gold utensils scattered on it, the denser it goes up the higher it goes.

On the top of the sand dunes, gold wares have been piled up in a row. Among the large pieces of gold, there is a strange and old wooden chair with a backrest supported by tall carved pillars.

A skeleton sits on a chair with a golden knife, wearing a golden helmet and a long sword around his waist.

His legs were spread apart and his back was leaning forward. The left palm rests on the left knee, and the left foot steps on gold. The right arm rests on the right leg, which is slightly higher, and a giant ballista with a hideous style is stepped on.

Accompanied by the side of the throne is the skeleton of a giant bear, with its limbs curled up and its head sleeping on its side.

There are also four silver-helmet skeletons with thick bones kneeling under the throne, facing the king and the giant bear. They were self-destructive, rotting skeletons with long-corroded Viking swords stuck in their chests.

Haina stared blankly at all this, her emerald eyes were full of confusion: "This is... the tomb of the king?"

"This is the burial place of Inge Anason." Lorraine said softly, "My ancestor, the king wolf of Iceland, Inge Anason."

"how do you know?"

Lorraine raised his finger to the tall carved pillar like a flagpole behind the throne: "Did you see that pillar? It's called the Throne Pillar. For the Vikings in the tribal period, it was a symbol of the power of the tribal lord. The chiefs Put the pillar behind your own throne, and put the throne on your own longship, sail across the sea, and plunder wealth."

According to legend, Inger's long ship sailed near Iceland, and his pillar fell from the ship. According to the tradition of the Vikings, the place where the pillar landed is where the tribe lived, so he searched for the pillar along the ocean current and found Iceland. , and became king of Iceland."

"After him, his family ruled Iceland for three centuries, and each king used the name of Inge as his surname, which was called the Inge Dynasty. It was not until Iceland was conquered by Norway that the descendants who lost their authority restored Asia. Naxon's surname, until my mother Helena, Helena Anason passed on the blood to me."

Lorraine narrated slowly. Before he knew it, the members of the expedition gathered behind him, full of reverence, and looked at the King Wolf at the top of the dune in awe.

Hana asked softly, "You already knew he was here?"

"How is it possible?" Lorraine smiled wryly, "When Acharin discovered the ruins of the longship and the gold coins of Phokas, I just suspected that Inge regarded this sea cave as the last burial place. But I never thought about it , He actually built a crazy mausoleum here."

"Here... build?"

"White sand, gold artifacts, and stone troughs surrounding the cave wall..." Lorraine looked at the layout of the cave in confusion, "He wanted to build a ship city, Nootong. But for some reason, he couldn't make it in the end. My own longship moved in, and it became the remains of the longship outside the cave, and became a clue for us and Naspert to find his tomb."

"Every drink and peck is God's will." Haina sighed, "What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

Haina pointed to the king wolf on the sand dune: "This is the tomb of your ancestors."

"You think too much." Lorraine smiled and stretched his waist, "I respect Inge. But I am a descendant of pirates. Even if Inge wakes up and stands in front of me, I can't stop me from taking the treasure. That's me. The sailors deserve what they paid for with their lives."

This is an official announcement.

Shocking cheers broke out in the expedition team, and the sailors swarmed up the sand dunes and began to pick up the scattered gold objects.

The composition of these gold wares is quite complex, ranging from works of art in several centuries BC to ordinary gold coins and ritual utensils in the eighth and ninth centuries.

They had no chests to store gold.

Several wooden boxes on the gold pile have decayed with the years, and they will rot if they are pulled. The sailors dumped the medicine packs, ammunition, and even kerosene, and freed up two large wooden boxes and a wooden barrel, which were used as carts. collect gold from the cannon cart.

Some people even suggested that the cannon should also be unloaded, so that there would be an extra car and more gold utensils, but this suggestion was rejected by the rational companions.

There are also people who take off their clothes, pack them into packages, and wrap heavy gold around their bodies, so excited that they can't help themselves.

But from the beginning to the end, no one touched the bones of the four Viking warriors, and no one disturbed the sleep of Inge and the big bear beside him, even though they were stepping on the most abundant gold.

Lorraine said that he respected Inge Anason, and the sailors respected their captains, and they also respected these predecessors at sea from the bottom of their hearts.

It is their right as adventurers to pick up treasures, and it is their duty as sailors not to disturb the sleep of the dead.

The cave is filled with the aroma of harvest, pungent and smoky, like the smell of fire oil.

Lorraine and his sailors stood at the entrance of the cave, avoiding the strange smell, and watched the sailors busy on the sand dunes with a smile.

Nuoya casually picked up a gold bracelet, her small face wrinkled into a ball: "Captain."

"Ok?"

"I can't figure it out."

"do not understand anything?"

"If this cave is a mausoleum built by Inger Anason, why are there only five people and a bear? Could it be that they built the tomb with their own hands? Even if the cave is natural... so much sand, and so many gold objects... ...and that harpoon gun...how many times did they have to move it?"

"The warriors in the silver helmets are not coolies, they are the glorious Viking guards." Lorraine explained with a smile, "Every guard is a slave owner, and Inge is the biggest slave owner. The person who built the mausoleum back then There must be hundreds of slaves, and it is impossible for him to build a Nooton with only one long ship."

"Where did the other ships go?"

"After so many years, it probably sank. Only Inge's flagship was dragged onto the reef, so it survived."

"Then where did all these slaves go?"

"This……"

Noah looked serious: "Captain, slave traders like to catch wandering Roma. I heard the old man from the Sara Department say that once a Roma is caught, they are no longer human beings, but the property of the slave owner. "

She waved her arms, seemingly unable to find the right words for a while: "Slave owners will not allow their property to leave. Even if they die, they will execute their slaves first, or give the slaves to themselves as inheritance descendants. Isn’t that the Viking tradition?”

"almost……"

"If it's about the same... why can't we see the burial pits of slaves here? Are they all buried in the sand dunes?"

"dune……"

Lorraine looked at the sand dunes subconsciously, and seemed to see the soft silver sand move in a daze.

He was stunned for a moment, rubbing his eyes and was about to take a closer look, when suddenly the sand dunes collapsed!

The dune caved in, right under the two sailors picking up the gold. The sailor fell into the sand cave with a scream, and soon flew out like a baseball, hitting the dome of the cave with a bang, his brain burst, and blood rained down.

Calm dunes with big waves!

A pure black tail waddled out from between the white sands, and with a violent lash, Inger and his loyal guards were smashed to pieces.

The harpoon gun under Yin Ge's feet flew towards the hole like a cannonball, hitting and flying three sailors who couldn't escape along the way.

Lorraine flew out and threw the stunned Noah and Yacharin to the ground.

The harpoon gun flew over their heads and hit the four-pounder on the cannon wagon with a bang, flying left and right.

The huge anaconda slowly raised its head from the sand dunes.

More than ten meters long and nearly one meter thick, the soft and dry fine sand slipped from its pitch-black body, leaving no dust on it.

The panicked sailors flocked to the entrance of the cave like crazy, Lorraine slowly stood up straight, and stood together against the flow of people and Henna at the entrance of the cave.

"The giant python coiling around the courtyard, Yemeng... Gad."