Port marlow.

This famous city of pirates has always been called [Stone Crown on the Waves].

The island where Marlow is located is the main island of the Storm Islands, and there are many other small islands dotted around it.

These small islands are like debris and dust shaken from the stone crown. Compared with the prosperous, lively, and chaotic Marlowe, these small islands are mostly deserted and unattended.

But it is precisely this kind of desertedness that makes these small islands an excellent hiding place. Many pirate groups will choose small islands on the edge of the archipelago as their strongholds.

In the central area of ​​the Storm Islands, there is an unremarkable island called Cooper.

A small village existed on Cooper Island long ago.

However, during a battle between pirates of different factions in the Sea of ​​Storms, this small village was looted by enemy forces and was almost completely destroyed.

This kind of bloodwashing of village settlements of enemy forces was extremely common in the stormy sea decades ago.

But now as the Port of Marlow grows bigger and bigger, the big canines among them have begun to establish a chaotic order, and the pirates\' bloodwashing of enemy villages has been curbed to a certain extent.

In short, during the pirate struggle that year, the village of Cooper was destroyed, and the ruins on the island were not rebuilt and uninhabited until the scene.

The time at this moment is exactly midnight.

The surrounding area of ​​Cooper Island is the same as usual, and no ships can be seen at anchor.

However, if someone with a keen sense of insight appears on the island at this moment and observes carefully, they can find traces of small sailboats that have been deliberately concealed and swept on the beach.

Follow these traces and follow the vines to find the small sailboat hidden in the dense forest along the coast of the island.

These sailboats are very small and can only carry about three or four people. They are commonly used tools for fishermen or pearl divers on the Storm Islands to go to sea.

There are about a dozen sailboats hidden in various dense forest locations on the island.

These sailboats sailed over from several islands around Cooper Island in several different time periods today.

The people riding on these sailing boats gathered in the ruins of the village on Cooper Island at this moment.

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I can\'t see the moon tonight, and the sea is gloomy.

In the ruins of the village on Cooper Island, several masonry houses still barely retain their walls.

The largest stone house, apart from the deserted inside, also had a hole in the east wall that collapsed. Except for serious air leakage, other problems could not be spotted for the time being.

This house even has double-leaf structured wooden doors that can be closed!

In this stone house, there were about thirty people gathered.

All coats were rough-worked, linen or coarse cloth cloaks with hoods, and the faces of these people under their hoods could not be seen clearly in the dark environment.

They were surrounded by a stone table that they did not know where they had moved from.

The stone table is very large, on which lies a man and a woman who are about 30 years old. Depending on their attire, it is probably a fisherman who fishes and picks pearls, or a pirate who has been seized and armed.

The man and woman were lying motionless on the table, not knowing whether they were fainted or dead.

Looking at their dress and state, it is obvious that they are not in the same group as the people in the cloak around them.

They are the "prey" of this group.

Each of these mysterious people in cloaks was about two to three meters away from the stone table, silent.

In addition, another person was also wearing a hooded cloak of coarse cloth, standing right in front of the stone table.

Just looking at this position, you can probably judge that this person is the leader of this group of secret organizations.

"The oracle...salvation...finally..." the leader murmured, with a low voice of a middle-aged man. His speech process seemed to be difficult, but his tone of voice was full of confusion and enthusiasm.

Those thirty cloaked people remained silent.

The invisible faces under their hoods actually had some painful expressions at the moment, with sweat on their foreheads and cheeks, but they still closed their eyes tightly, as if trying to listen carefully.

It seemed that there was something invisible, lying in their ears, whispering.

They are in a group to listen to the vague babble of unknown origin, as if coming from the void.

"Flesh... This is God\'s will... We need salvation... We drink blood, we eat flesh... We welcome the end..."

The headed man in the cloak continued.

In the process of speaking, perhaps to match the tone of voice, he raised his hands and stretched them over his head.

It can be seen that he has a pair of rough and callused hands.

And these hands, at this moment, are showing extremely strange, unreasonable skin and flesh twitching.

Not just the cloaked man at the head, in fact, there are several cloaked men in the same state at the moment.

Their body skin covered by the cloak was twitching and wriggling strangely, as if something was running around under their skin.

Many people have opened their eyes at this moment, their eyes are scarlet, they are staring at the "prey" placed on the stone table, with greedy and insatiable desire.

"Blood...flesh...give me..." someone echoed.

"Hungry...so hungry...blood...meat..." More and more people said in a dumb, chaotic and crazy tone.

"Eat! Eat! We drink blood, we eat meat... We are servants of God... Before the end comes, these are what we deserve..."

The headed cloak man opened his hands, and his words were the long-awaited instructions.

The cloaked people immediately rushed towards the "prey" on the table.

They bite, tear, snatch, chew, like a group of beasts that have been hungry for a long time.

Squeaky squeaky--

Inside the abandoned stone house, the smell of blood permeated, and only the sound of oozing flesh torn, the sound of flesh being pinched, the sound of chewing and swallowing.

The headed man in the cloak looked at all this and seemed very satisfied.

Later, he also bowed his head almost madly to participate in this terrifying feast~www.novelhall.com~ When these 30 people madly ate the "prey" on the stone table in half, it was ruined. The surrounding area of ​​the stone house has undergone an abnormal change, first of all there is singing —

"At this moment, the snow falls and the trees are gray

Thrush\'s tragedy like a cry like a cry

Decrease Bxwx.cO 汜. Sacrifice such as baolaixsw.com sacrifice such as. My love is dead

Let me sleep peacefully against his ankle

Like a white dove with folded wings"

There seems to be an unspeakable sadness in this song, and everyone who hears it will be unstoppably depressed and sad.

However, this sad mood that humans have, can\'t dilute the horrible desire to eat of these cloaked people at all.

They are no different from the beasts, and may even be inferior to the beasts.

The singing has not stopped, and at the next moment--

"Priest! Open the door!"

Mi He Mi. A crisp but dull female voice sounded outside the door.

boom!

The unsturdy wooden door was kicked open by an unreasonable brute force, and the two wooden boards even flew directly onto the cloaked man in the center of the stone house.

The night outside the house was dense and dim.

But it can still be seen that there is a short warrior wearing an iron bucket helmet, heavy armor, and holding a huge cross in his hand, standing majestic among the shaking dust.

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