Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

Yalujia, the tavern.

The exiles are still drinking, but the noise has disappeared, and their attention is also on the bar.

There, their eldest Hokka was toasting a human being.

And that human said a few minutes ago that they couldn't forget—

"If you want, this is your home."

…

Is he serious?

Murlocs don't like probing, so after drinking half a draft of beer, Hoka simply asked:

"Are you serious?"

Rowan nodded, "You can stay and build a village around you that belongs to you."

Hearing this, Huoka was stunned for a while, and then smiled bitterly:

"You are strong, but you don't know us, we are not ordinary refugees..."

Speaking of which, a painful expression appeared on Hokka's face, as if he had made up his mind.

Afterwards, he lifted up his shirt, revealing the Tian Xianglong's hoof branded on his chest.

That is a shameful brand that represents the slave status of the Tianlong people, and it will never be easily shown to others.

The fact that Hawka can do this shows his unreserved trust in the human being in front of him!

"It will be very troublesome to take us in."

Huoka said solemnly, "You may be a high-ranking official in this country and an honest human being, but you can't stand the pressure from the Tianlong people."

Rowan smiled and shook his head.

"No, I can handle it."

Hearing this, Huoka's heart suddenly trembled.

For some reason, the words spoken by this human being in front of him always gave him a feeling of trust, no matter how exaggerated the words were.

Thinking of this, Huoka suddenly found that he didn't seem to know the other person's name.

"May I ask who you are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the big man in charge of the Yalujia militia suddenly rushed in.

He came to see Crocodile.

"Mr. Sand Crocodile, it's really nice of you to be here, please help us, the pirates are here!"

"Um?"

Crocodile, who was sitting in the corner, raised his eyebrows.

He was pondering Rowan's intentions with great interest, and he was about to look up, but his thoughts were interrupted, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

But on the surface, he is still a national hero of Alabasta, so he can only get up and say:

"Understood, I'll go take a look."

Seeing this, Rowan twisted his neck towards Hokka, "I'll go take a look too, are you coming?"

Hawka thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

After all, it was the residents of Yalujia who took in them, and this kindness Hoka will always keep in mind.

When Wall and the other murlocs heard the words, they also followed.

…

Outside the tavern, Yalujia Pier.

There appeared a fully armed warship, docked beside the broken sailing ship.

A group of people dressed as pirates jumped off the battleship.

With a machete in hand, the bearded ship headed over, kicked over the shelf in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"superior!"

The pirates under his command immediately began to loot.

While instructing the residents to evacuate, the town mayor couldn't help but be curious.

The purpose of this group of pirates is very strange.

Yalujia is just a poor small fishing village, there is no property to loot, at most some supplies can be looted.

For pirates, looting Yaruja is not only meaningless, but it is easy to provoke the behemoth of the Kingdom of Alabasta, which is completely worthless business.

And the purpose of this group of pirates is not to supply, they rushed into one house after another, seeming to be looking for something.

Suddenly, a pirate found the mayor and dragged the old man in front of the bearded captain.

The bearded man grabbed the mayor's collar, and the stench of wine in his mouth sprayed the old man's face.

"where are they?"

The old man was stunned, "Who?"

"Stop pretending to be garlic to me!"

The bearded man pointed to the dilapidated sailboat at the dock, "The fugitives should be in your village!"

The old man understood, this group of pirates wanted to find the group of murlocs and humans.

Although in the mouth of the bearded man, the other party is the so-called "fugitive", but the old man obviously does not believe in the group of ferocious pirates in front of him.

"They docked yesterday, and they left in a different boat that night!"

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"I don't know, the sea is so big, it's possible to go anywhere."

Hearing this, the bearded man let go of the mayor, and then waved to his own people.

The old man thought it was a signal to retreat, but he never thought that the surrounding pirates were still continuing their looting.

In a hurry, the old man said loudly:

"If you want supplies and belongings, just take them, don't hurt the people here!"

The bearded captain raised his eyebrows.

"Old man, for us, 'people' are the most valuable goods!"

The old man's face changed instantly.

Having lived for so long, he naturally understands what the big beard in front of him refers to.

This group of people is indeed a pirate, but unlike the pirates who loot property, what they loot is "people".

The group of people in front of them are slave traders!

"Grab the young men and women and take them away!" the bearded man greeted.

The mayor stopped in front of Bearded, "This is Alabasta, a member of the World Government, the navy will not let you go!"

"Oh, yes, what you said makes sense!"

The bearded man patted his head and said with a wicked smile:

"'The peaceful town was attacked by cruel murloc fugitives, and none of the inhabitants survived' - this reason should be very suitable, right?"

"You... what did you say?"

The town mayor understood what the bearded man meant. The other party wanted to put all the blame on the group of exiles.

The old man watched the bearded man raise the machete in his hand and aimed at himself.

"It's really miserable to be killed by the cruel murlocs!"

The bearded man smiled wickedly, and dropped his sword!

Swish!

At the moment when the blade was about to hit the old man, a blue-blue fist suddenly appeared in front of the bearded man.

boom!

In the middle of the bearded face.

The bearded man only heard a scream of "wow", and the whole person flew out, knocking down several younger brothers one after another.

The chaotic pier was quiet for a while.

Everyone looked up and saw a face distorted to the extreme because of anger.

It's the murloc Hoka!

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"You, I saw you in the slave trade..."

Hoka walked towards the bearded step by step, and his heart was already filled with rage.

This anger is not only to see a group of slave traders, but more importantly, that group of slave traders actually want to turn this group of innocent residents into slaves!

"why?"

Hawka grabbed the beard by the collar and lifted him up in the air.

"Both human beings, why do you guys do this kind of thing?"

Beard struggled, and recognized that Hawka was one of the murlocs he was chasing.

The previous rhetoric was nothing but an excuse for looting.

He never imagined that this town would actually accept a group of fugitive murloc slaves!

But in desperation, Bearded also thought of a way to escape.

He shouted, "Let go of me, or all the pariahs who took you in will die!"

Huoka looked around, and there were already quite a few pirates who had put their knives on the necks of the Yaruja residents to threaten them.

"Don't let me go, you **** slave!"

The bearded man slapped Huoka's arm hard and cursed.

Hokka gritted his teeth, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he fell into a tangle.

In the next second, a mutation occurred.

A huge sandstorm blew across the pier, and the surrounding area was filled with gravel, and the surrounding visibility was instantly less than half a meter!

"what happened?"

"Who? Who?"

"Wow!"

After a brief panic, there were continuous screams.

After a few breaths, the sandstorm gradually dissipated.

The residents were surprised to find that the sharp knives on their necks had already fallen to the ground at this moment.

And the group of pirates with sharp knives, at this moment, their bodies have already dried up, and they have become mummified corpses.

Crocodile's figure appeared behind Hawka and Beard, and the gravel machete above his elbow gradually dissipated.

He was smoking a cigar and looking back at Hoka.

"Hey, murloc."

Grit returned to Crocodile's body.

He frowned and lit a little ash.

"That guy, I specially reserved it for you."