Chapter 690 Morea Who Was Robbed

"Huh?" Hearing what Morea said, the plump tax officer narrowed his eyes and tried to widen his eyes, "Why? Don't want to give it? Let me tell you, this is the rule set by Lord Barbossa. All ships berthed at Blackrock Port will be charged a berthing fee, and there is no exception, not even a legendary undead ship, do you want to fight against Lord Barbossa?"

After speaking, the tax officer laughed as if no one else was around, then looked at the resentful spirit under his feet that was bound to the deck, stretched out his hand and pulled one out of it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, looking at it with provocative eyes With Morea.

"Captain Sparrow, calm down." Seeing Morea taking a step forward, Gibbs, who felt that something was wrong, ran in quickly, nodding and bowing at the fat tax officer.

"That, my lord, the captain of our family just took office, and this is the first time he has come here. He is a little unfamiliar with the situation here, so you should be more concerned."

This person was originally just a skeleton frame wearing a worn-out captain's suit. Now, because of his recovery, he has been restored to the three pairs of human appearances before his death, with a flattering look on his face, and a money bag with constant mourning voices, to the tax officer.

"You're still sensible." The tax officer, who was so fat that his eyes could barely open, took the purse and gently padded it twice, with a satisfied look on his face, and then glanced at Morea,

"You'd better teach your captain more about the rules of Blackstone Harbor Post! With a great background, can that be bigger than Lord Barbossa?"

After he finished speaking, the undead tax officer turned into a black gas and disappeared out of thin air. Seeing this scene, Morea clenched his fists and endured without doing anything. If he couldn't bear it, he would make big plans. He still knew this. Turning to look at Gibbs.

"How much did you give him? Seeing his appearance, you gave more than 3,600 resentment coins!"

"Master Captain, I gave an extra 400 grievance coins." Gibbs smiled a little embarrassedly. He hoped that the captain would be more righteous and could reimburse his losses, "That's all me. The hard-earned money I have accumulated."

"Oh, four thousand resentment coins?" Morea nodded, he wrote down this account, and the revenge of extortion should be paid ten thousand times. Well, after he figured out the purchase value of these currencies, he must scavenge resources worth 400 million from Blackstone Port to compensate himself. Although the four thousand resentment coins are not his money, isn't it the same? Isn't the subordinate's money his money? No difference.

Don't ask him why the number is so large, he is not good at math, especially for this kind of compensation, he only calculates in big li, four thousand times ten thousand equals four hundred million, well, he is not wrong, at least That's right until he grabs 400 million resources.

"Captain Sparrow, don't be impulsive! This is Blackrock Harbor,

Legend has it that there are legendary undead sitting here. I know that your background is very big, but here, no matter how big your background is, it is useless! "

"Oh, is it?" Morea nodded expressionlessly, "Go, go down and have a look, I want to see what is so special about this Blackstone Port?"

...

"Master Captain, if you have any good goods you can sell to our Black Bone Merchant Guild first. I will definitely give you the most affordable price, and I will never let you suffer."

"Master Captain, do you have any living people in your hands? Our Blue Soul Merchant Guild can buy a strong human with one hundred resentment coins, which is definitely the highest price in this area."

...

As soon as Morea got off the boat, a group of undead surrounded them like hounds smelling blood, yelling at Morea frantically. After listening to a few words, Morea understood that these guys were all here to buy the spoils in his hands.

Every ghost ship that returns to Blackrock Port will have some good things in hand more or less. These guys are here to buy it, or they are here to take advantage.

"Go and go, get me out of the way, a bunch of damn hyenas, actually trying to lie to my captain." The only thing that has always been in front of Morea, and even Gibbs, who has been humbling in front of the tax officer just now, is this one. The merchants who were arrogant and arrogantly drove away in an instant, and those merchants also walked away with a smile.

"It turned out to be Gibbs, you guy, what's the matter? You guy changed the family, where is your Captain Martin?" An undead businessman asked with a smile.

"It's none of your business." After all, it was the old boss who had worked with him for hundreds of years who died suddenly, which still made Gibbs a little sad. Now that the undead stabbed him in the pain, he immediately glared at each other.

"It's very interesting, it's more energetic than I thought." When Gibbs drove these businessmen out, Morea looked around curiously. What he saw in front of him really opened his eyes. The gathering place of the undead, Usually it is reminiscent of dead silence, quiet and the like, but this is completely different.

"Captain Sparrow, don't be deceived by them, they are just small businessmen with little background, they are all hyenas who want to take advantage. If you have any trophies you want to sell in the future, go to those shops in the port. They don’t know how to play small tricks, so don’t worry about being deceived.” Gibbs walked towards the rest of the place with Muria and others familiarly, while introducing Muria .

"This is no different from the human world!" Morea looked around at the chaotic scene around him. He saw the undead who were fighting each other because of a little quarrel, and he saw the ghosts who were holding thousands of charming and charming women running rampant, fat and disgusting...

"Barbossa is really a talent!" Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Morea couldn't help shaking his head and sighed, he really convinced the big lich.

Because of the strict restraint relationship between superiors and subordinates, the undead are recognized as a lawful race. Here, what he saw was such a chaotic scene. The natural lawful race was forcibly turned into a chaotic race by the undead captain. Morea now feels as if he is in a prosperous pirate port. Among them, only the undead move around.

"Stop, this suit of armor on your body looks good." Just as Morea was looking around here with great interest, a group of twelve necromancer knights stopped in front of Morea, and the tall knight headed by him was condescending. Looking down at Morea, speaking arrogantly, he directly began to blackmail Moreya.

"Take off your armor and give it to me, I am..."

boom!

Before the necromancer's words were finished, a lich behind Morea stood up very interestingly, and then gave him a death finger, his soul fire was extinguished in an instant, and then the knight The tall skeleton body fell from his warhorse while swaying, smashed to the ground, and made a dull sound.

Yuyu! The skeletal warhorse that lost its master panicked in an instant, with its front hooves raised high, and the lingering flames skyrocketing, ready to step on Morea.

"Quiet!" Seeing the skeletal warhorse that seemed to want revenge for his master, Moria glared, aroused the breath of the legendary lich on his armor, and then felt the coercion of the lich's warhorse with soft hooves , knelt down in front of him, and placed the saddle on his back in front of Morea.

"It's so good!" Seeing this scene, Morea nodded with satisfaction, then stepped directly and rode up.

"How dare you hurt..." A necromancer pointed to Rhea with trembling fingers, and just as he was about to report the identity of the necromancer who had just died, a black light penetrated his head, so, His soul fire also died silently.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining necromancers wanted to run away, but at this level, how could Morea let them go? Without Morea's reminder, the liches took action one after another, and they killed this one in three or two breaths. Knight Squad.

And the group destroyed a small necromancer knight, such a movement only attracted the attention of more than ten undead around, and then no undead paid too much attention.

This situation gave Morea a deeper understanding of the level of chaos here, and at the same time, he also understood that basically the basic principle of whoever has the biggest fist is the boss here is followed. This is the most primitive law of the jungle.

Morea said that he likes this original law very much, because in the entire Blackstone Port, it seems that except for Barbossa, the master of the sea of ​​​​ghosts, no one's fist will be bigger than his.

In the end, Morea rode the Necromancer, who didn't even know the identity of the faction, provided the skeleton warhorse, and flaunted the market in Blackstone Port, and didn't care about the origin of the Necromancer he had just killed.

"What's wrong? Gibbs." Morea looked at Gibbs who was walking in front to guide them. Because of his recovery, Gibbs turned into a chunky middle-aged man with a beard and a very vivid face. With a worried look, he looked worried, and looked around from time to time, as if he was worried that a knife would suddenly appear and chop him to death.

"What are you worried about? Because of those necromancers just now? Do they have any amazing backgrounds?"

"Captain Sparrow, you started too fast. Those guys just now, if I read correctly, they seem to be from the Black Knight Pirates."

"What is the origin of the Black Knight Pirates?" Morea looked at Gibbs' fearful expression and found it quite interesting. "Are there legends behind them?"

"There is no legend," Gibbs sneered twice. This big guy is a legend at every turn. In his mouth, legends are as common as weeds on the roadside.

"There are five black knights at the peak of soul will. It is said that they may break through the legend at any time, so in Blackstone Port, few people will provoke them."

"Just having so few necromancer knights who can break through the legend at any time, can they be domineering in the Blackstone Port?" Morea was a little surprised. Although the scale of the Blackstone Port was huge, it was even lower than he imagined.

"That's already great, Captain Sparrow!"

"Oh!" Morea nodded, this pirate group didn't even have a legend, and was immediately thrown behind his head, "Where are we going now? To recruit crew members?"

"Yes, Captain Sparrow, our crew is not enough, so many guns, all need to be controlled by the undead, although the ghost ship can fire it by itself, but it can't be accurate. We need to recruit a large number of gunners, as well as crew, and pilots. Pilot, my knowledge of navigators is not perfect."