Chapter 240

"You betrayed your captain so easily, aren't you worried that he will kill you?" Suspended above the deck of the ghost ironclad ship, Morea looked at the undead first mate An Luo who was commanding other undead crew members. He was this fleet. The only legend.

As for the captain, Morea had just seen it. It was just a soul-level ghost wearing a captain's hat. Obviously, the actual controller of this fleet was the first mate.

As for the reason, the ghost captain Barbossa would make a legend under his command obey a soul-level ghost, even if it was only in name, Morea has almost understood it.

"Don't worry, my captain is very broad-minded and won't punish me for this kind of thing." Barlow, who looks like a big crystal skull, looks like he doesn't care, "It's not the first time I've done this anyway. !"

Morea twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at Jinlong Yujie next to her and asked, "How many times have you betrayed your captain?"

"Who still remembers this kind of thing!" First mate An Luo patted his head, and the head shrouded in the flame of the blue soul looked at Morea:

"No, Golden Dragon boy, don't talk nonsense, what betrayal the captain, I have never done such a thing.

I am following Captain Barbossa's orders. If I encounter an enemy that cannot be solved independently, I will try to bring it to him and let him solve it. "

"Tsk, then this Captain Barbossa is really responsible!" Morea looked at the darkness around him, smiled and joked with First Officer An Luo: "I just don't know that your captain saw you with a group of ancient dragons to look for it. How will he react?"

"Of course I'm happy." An Luo, who had just realized that he had lost his words, paid attention to the gazes of the ancient dragons who had already boarded his ship, and the fire of the soul trembled and said quickly.

Just after it took the initiative to take the ancient dragons to find Captain Barbossa, these ancient dragons all boarded the flagship and let him lead the way, and Morea and Kaslana also followed.

Nineteen ancient dragons are gathered together, even if they are not afraid of all the legendary undead that have invested in this area with the Necronomicon Council, naturally they will not be afraid of An Luo's tricks.

Only strength is fundamental.

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"I have long heard that Barbossa of the Necromantic Council has a hobby for collecting ghost ships. He once ran to every ocean in Erathia to collect ghost ships naturally formed by ocean wrecks. Now it seems that it is still underestimated. he."

"Unexpectedly, he was no longer satisfied with collecting naturally formed ghost ships, and began to try to mass-produce ghost ships on a large scale.

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"It seems that he has achieved certain results."

"It's normal to have results. After all, at least 70% of Erathia's ghost ships are in his hands. For such a long time, as long as you have ideas, you can always research something."

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Hearing the voices of surprise and admiration from the many ancient dragons in his ears, Morea walked to the side of the ironclad ship and looked at the almost boundless steel fleet in front of him.

This is what An Luo said, the main force of the undead fleet led by Barbossa himself. It is different from the miscellaneous fleet composed of hundreds of completely different ghost ships led by An Luo.

In the fleet in front of me, the shapes of many ghost ships are exactly the same, and there are almost ten different types.

A comparison of the two ghost fleets is a stark difference between the miscellaneous army and the regular army.

"Standard ghost ship!" Morea muttered to himself, which meant that Barbossa had mastered the technique of mass-producing ghost ships. This is amazing, knowing that before this, every ghost ship was unique, and their formation process was full of coincidences. And now the shape of the ghost ship no longer needs a coincidence.

"This is the real undead fleet, how is it? It's amazing, have you been scared?" At this moment, the voice of Barlow's soul with undisguised pride entered the ears of every dragon. . Incidentally, it also made Morea react from his contemplation.

"It's okay!" Looking at the fleet arranged in a certain formation in front of him, Morea nodded indifferently. He had seen the Sky Machine City of the Tool Emperor, and these are just small scenes.

However, this neat fleet made Morea understand that this 10,000-year-old Lich was not simply interested in the undead ship. Perhaps it was originally out of interest in collecting ghost ships, but now, it is definitely not.

From this ghost fleet, Morea saw Barbossa's naked ambition: he wanted to stand side by side with the gods.

Because, there is only one type of legend that will hoard legion-level combat power in large quantities - legends that want to achieve epic.

"Qi, Golden Dragon boy, have you ever seen a fleet stronger than Barbossa's fleet?" Hearing Morea's evaluation, An Luo was a little dissatisfied.

"I've seen it." Morea recalled the steel torrent composed of various warships connected to twenty space vortexes on the Mechanical Continent of the Tool Emperor. Compared with the fleet in front of him, Yinghuo was incomparable to Haoyue at all.

"Oh, there are many more powerful fleets than this! For example, the third dimension colonial expedition fleet of the Ottoman Empire.

If your undead fleet comes into conflict with them, you will definitely be beaten to the core. "Jinlong Yujie on the side also said.

"It's not the same at all! This fleet was built independently by my Captain Barbossa and is under his complete control. And the expedition fleet you're talking about was built by the Empire of Humanity, and this kind of fleet, As soon as I heard it, I knew it was absolutely impossible to follow someone's orders."

Just when An Luo was arguing with Jinlong Yujie, a roar came from the huge steel fortress that was five kilometers long and was guarded by many standard ghost ships, like a moving mountain range.

"An Luo, what trouble did you bring me back?"

With this angry roar, An Luo, the space around Morea split, and a skeleton, or a lich in a gorgeous captain's suit, came out holding a knife.

"Sure enough, just like the legend, Barbossa learned spells in order to transform himself into a lich, but he still regarded himself as a warrior." When the big lich appeared, the golden dragon royal sister Cass Lanna used her mental power to hook up with Morea and whispered, "Look, he doesn't even have a staff."

"Captain." Seeing the angry captain, An Luo ran in front of him with a dog-legged look of nodding and bowing, "It's just a group of ancient dragons, not here to trouble you."

"Ancient Dragon!" The legendary Arch Lich Barbossa, wearing a three-cornered captain's hat and wearing a variety of decorations larger than actual extraordinary accessories, turned his head and "looked" at those who were standing together, still discussing him and his fleet. Nineteen ancient dragons.

"You're here to trouble that fellow Bryant!"

"That's right!" An ancient dragon admitted frankly, "We're here to find out Bertrand's location. If you don't want to..."

"I can tell you Bertrand's location, but you must not interfere with the actions of our Necronomicon Council." Before Gu Long could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the big lich, "If you agree, I will tell you his Location."

"It really deserves to be the captain of An Luo." Seeing that Barbossa sold the members of his organization without hesitation, Morea couldn't help but sighed in a low voice, "It's really in the same line."