Self-discipline! Have you seen Marin Fandor at four in the morning?

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the rain is getting colder and colder.
At the funeral, there was a dead silence.
All the people present were terrified, staring dumbfoundedly at the admiral with a tragic expression, as if there was a huge wave in their hearts.
Fisher Tiger, the world-renowned leader of the murloc tribe, was once a slave in the hands of the world’s aristocrats, Tianlongren! !
No one would believe this information if it came from anyone’s mouth.
The Tianlong people strictly control the slaves in their hands, and they will not allow anyone to be contaminated at all.
It’s not that there are no slaves trying to escape from the hands of the Tianlong people, but in the end, those slaves who tried to escape would be discovered by strict guards and then subjected to extremely cruel death penalty.
Even if there is a lucky chance that the slave escaped by luck, it is impossible to develop a brand new life.
Because the indelible brand of “Flying Dragon’s Hoof” branded on their bodies will become a mark for the rest of their lives.
Anyone who finds such a mark on their body will report it to the World Government officials, and if they do not report it, they will also be severely and cruelly punished.
But this kind of information came from Roy’s mouth, which made people have to believe it.
Because there is no need for him to fabricate such things.
Hearing this news that was destined to shake the world, even Morgans, a veteran of the turbulent world, had difficulty maintaining the calm expression on his face, and his eyebrows were tightly frowned.
“I really didn’t expect… That Fisher Tiger was once a slave of the Tianlong people¨`. ”
“That would explain why he would go back to the Red Earth Continent desperately and even sacrifice his life to save the slaves there.”
Morgans murmured softly with emotion.
After waiting for the countless people present to slowly digest this shocking news, Roy continued with a heartbroken heart:
“Facing a stranger like me, a stranger who he has never met and only heard of my name…”
“Mr. Tiger told me his past very frankly.”
“Three years!”
“He was caught by the minions of the world government and sent to the Holy Land Marie Gioia to become a slave played and tortured by the Tianlong people. He spent three years like hell without dignity and personality!”
Speaking of which, angry sparks shot out from Roy’s eyes.
“If you haven’t experienced it personally, no one will understand how Mr. Fisher Tiger survived those years…”
“It’s just that, unlike countless other slaves who are as helpless and desperate as him, he is very lucky and unlucky.”
Roy’s tone was tinged with deep sadness.
“Fortunately, after all, he escaped from that hellish ghost place by relying on his own strength and the most important bit of luck;”
“Unfortunately, he is a hero with a fraternal and benevolent heart.”
“He escaped and saved his life, but what about his former companion?”
“His companions, as well as countless people who should have lived happily ever after, didn’t have the luck he had…”
“They’re still stuck in that damned place, spending the rest of their lives entertaining that bunch of rotten Draconians.”
“Their lives are worse than pigs and dogs.”
“Mr. Fisher Tiger told me that at that time, he said that someone once asked him a question…”
“The question is, “It’s true that being a slave of the Celestial Dragons is uncomfortable, but compared to the many people who died in war, poverty, hunger and disease in this sea, at least the slaves can still live, can’t they?” “…”
“¨Mr. Tiger, however, became furious at the person who asked him the question, and beat him up.”
“He told me that people live in this world…”
“It’s not enough just to be alive. You also need sunshine, freedom, and the fragrance of flowers.”
Roy let out a long sigh at this time,
“Yeah, just being alive is not enough.”
“What we need is to live with dignity. Otherwise, we will live in vain. We just exist in this world without a soul, and there is no meaning at all.”
“So at that time, Mr. Tiger (the good king’s) student said something to me.”
“He said that although he escaped from that hell on earth, there are more miserable and innocent people still suffering in that damned place…”
“He swore an oath that he would rescue them all!”
“Then he knelt down in front of me.”
A bitterness appeared on his face.
“It’s very strange, isn’t it?”
“A leader of the murloc tribe who is well-known all over the world and has a lot of friends, would actually kneel in front of a powerless yellow-haired kid, begging him to help him attack Maryjoa, the holy land of the Tianlong people…”
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