MTL - Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!-Chapter 18 built on this

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The aftermath of the explosion of the black gun gradually dissipated.

The surging waves also calmed down and beat the shore rhythmically.

"Alabasta - I covered it."

After Rowan said those words, he twisted his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.

He waved to Crocodile.

Crocodile walked towards Rowan with a cigar in his mouth, frowning, "What?"

Rowan grabbed the empty palm and signaled, "Scepter."

"Oh."

Crocodile elementalized his right arm, and the gravel rolled up the scepter inserted not far away and pulled it to his side.

At the moment when he delivered the scepter to Rowan, Crocodile suddenly realized something.

He threw the scepter to the ground and cursed:

"Why should I help you get it!"

Rowan hooked his fingers helplessly, and the gravel under his feet seemed to have been given life. He lifted the scepter from the ground and put it in Rowan's hand.

Holding the scepter in his hand, he smiled at Crocodile:

"Speaking of which, little crocodile, your move just now was very decisive."

Crocodile frowned into the word "Chuan", took a sharp sip of the cigar, and said solemnly:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just unhappy with those slave traders!"

On the other side, Wei Wei had just comforted a child younger than her, and then trotted to Rowan's side.

"Master Ancestor, Mr. Sand Crocodile, are you not injured?"

Rowan rubbed Weiwei's head, pointed at Crocodile and introduced, "This is the little crocodile. The little crocodile has just saved a town. Quickly say: Thank you little crocodile."

"Thank you little crocodile..."

Speaking of which, Wei Wei felt that something was wrong, and finally she could only hold back and say, "Thank you, Mr. Crocodile!"

Crocodile: "..."

Big fire.

No matter what, this 800-year-old old thing made him very angry!

But so what?

Crocodile doesn't want to fight a bottomless old monster!

It's not that I don't have the confidence to fight, but it's not necessary.

He simply took a cigar and went to the side to forcibly cool off.

At the end, he left a sentence to show his unhappiness:

"You'd better care about those guys first!"

Crocodile said, of course, the exiles headed by the murloc Hoka.

After solving the slave trader's problem, they stood there quietly, not daring to look up at anyone.

Hokka's face was even more sullen and his eyes were gloomy.

He had no face to face any of the inhabitants of Yaruja.

Obviously those residents kindly took them in, but their appearance brought disaster to this small town.

How would the residents feel now?

Angry? regret? hatred?

At least there will be disgust!

Hawka was silent, ready to meet the disgusting look he was used to.

But what he didn't expect was that after a brief silence, a loud cheering sound appeared in his ear.

"Oh oh oh! Thank you!"

"Mr. Crocodile and that murloc brother are so strong!"

"Didn't you see it? The man who took the shot at the end was so powerful that he destroyed such a big ship in an instant!"

"All in all, everyone is fine!"

"…"

People cheered, or lamented the strength of the few who shot, or were glad that no one was injured.

Only, there was no voice of blame.

Huoka and the others froze in place, and did not speak for a long time.

An inexplicable emotion surged into my heart, and the scene in front of me gradually blurred.

They have never been treated like this.

It is not the usual contempt and exclusion, nor the pity of those in high positions, but is treated as an "ordinary person".

Luo Wen smiled and said to Weiwei who was beside him: "Your father managed this country very well."

Afterwards, he walked past Hoka's side, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed to the murloc:

"Nice country, right?"

…

evening.

On the coast not far from Yaruja.

Hawka held a borrowed mallet and solemnly thumped it on a wooden stake.

Boom!

The stake was firmly planted into the ground.

It was the first wooden stake in this village, and it was also the symbol of the establishment of Yalujia Fishman Village.

The residents of Yalujia next door brought all the necessary daily necessities and helped the fish people build a temporary camp.

"You really don't want to live in Yalujia?"

The town elder was a little worried, "Even if you want to build your own village, you can stay in the tavern temporarily until the village is built."

"Thank you, old man."

Hokka fixed a corner of the tent and smiled: "But we are embarrassed to continue disturbing, and this is our own village, our home!"

When he said "our home", Hokka's eyes lit up.

They fled all the way to this point, and they never imagined that they would have a place that could be called "home".

Hearing these words, the town chief no longer stopped him, instead he sighed.

"Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that the ancestor of the Alabasta royal family was resurrected!"

Hawka nodded, "Whoever he is, we thank him from the bottom of our hearts."

…

not far away.

Rowan and Crocodile looked at the busy crowd.

Crocodile drank a cigar and said with a sinister smile, "What a powerful technique!"

Rowan raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"They, those murlocs."

Crocodile pointed to Hoka and the others, "Even if you let them attack the naval battleship now, they should agree immediately, right?"

Rowan grinned, "I don't know, let's be specific."

"Stop pretending to be garlic."

Crocodile frowned, and said unhappily, "He easily subdued more than 30 murlocs, including many masters, more than enough to deal with ordinary naval soldiers."

"Such a team is rare in Fishman Island. If the navy knew about it, their eyes would turn purple with envy!"

Because of many well-known problems, no murlocs are willing to fight for humans, let alone join the navy, and today this common sense seems to be broken.

Crocodile shook the soot and asked, "When are you going to recruit them to join the Alabasta army?"

But Rowan's answer surprised him.

"Why recruit?"

Hearing this, Crocodile felt a little amused, "If it wasn't for solicitation, who helped you conquer Alabasta 800 years ago?"

Rowan smiled and said, "It's those who follow voluntarily."

Crocodile was startled.

Rowan took a few steps forward and looked at the newly born village.

"When this is their home, any solicitation will be superfluous."

"If something threatens their 'home', then regardless of race, force, or belief, there will always be many people clenching their fists, and then bursting out with amazing strength and rising up to resist."

Rowan turned his head, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected his body.

He looked at Crocodile and smiled:

"The Alabasta Empire, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was built on this basis."

…

into the night.

The newly-born fish-man village was initially stabilized.

Rowan, Crocodile, and Vivi took the land and water transport tortoise when they arrived and returned to Albana.

The residents of the fishman village were sitting around the bonfire, roasting the meat given to them by everyone in Yaluja. The atmosphere was comfortable and calm.

Wall was bored, so he jumped into the sea, intending to catch some fish to bake and eat.

But when he was at the bottom of the sea and looked up, he saw a small wooden boat floating on the sea by the moonlight.

Is it the surviving slave trader?

Wall was instantly alert.

He sneaked up and leaned against the bottom of the boat.

Taking advantage of the murloc's unique advantages under water, Wall violently exerted his strength, setting off a huge current, which lifted him and the boat together!

Murloc karate, the sea current falls back!

Whoops!

The small wooden boat rose into the air and was upside down on the sea. The figures on the boat crossed the night sky and plunged into the sand on the shore.

Huoka and the others noticed the movement here and immediately prepared for battle.

"Who!"

They gathered around, but they all stood there in a daze, with doubts in their eyes.

It was a human old man with white temples, with a beard and a set of floral shirts for vacation.

His physique is extremely tall and strong, even surpassing that of Hoka, and has reached an exaggerated level!

What made everyone even more puzzled was that the old man had his eyes closed at the moment.

In a coma?

Do not.

That deafening purr, plus the occasional belly scratching hand, is enough to prove one thing—

He fell asleep.