Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo...

Some kind of strange and thick sound came from the cabin door of the bottom cabin, both loud and dull.

The sound was abruptly, and it was closed in the thick hull echoed endlessly, chasing and stacking, making people tinnitus.

Bonett vaguely heard the gaps in the sound filled with noises, but the sound was too noisy to tell the difference.

He began to get irritated and couldn't help but squat down, trying to poke his head out and face the source of the sound.

He could see clearly in his ears.

It seems to be... the sound of a trumpet.

The one that plays should be a thin and straight trumpet. Norwegians love to use this trumpet because it is loud and easy to carry. As long as some special carving is added, it will become a particularly suitable trumpet.

But... Why did the Caribbean Sea spread the Norwegian number?

Bonet felt that he should know the answer to this question, but he was very irritated and couldn't calm down to dig out the answer.

There was a voice in my heart and the trumpets whispering, telling him that the goat trumpet is important, the murmur filled in the trumpet is important, the muskets that suddenly disappear are important, and Julius's discovery is important...

etc!

Julius?

Bonet suddenly rushed up: "Prepare for war! The one who is ambushing in the bottom cabin..."

call out!

A white shadow flew out from the bottom cabin, rubbing against Bonet's body and colliding directly into the dome of the cannon cabin.

This time, Bonnet clearly identified the sound of the pumpkin crushing, and some sticky, oily or paste-like things splashed down, splashing all over his head and face.

He heard the pirate behind him scream: "It's blood! It seems that the sky is blood! There is also brain matter!"

"Tyre is on the way, what just flew out is..."

[The noble Sigfry bent down and drank the spring water, and Hagen shot him at the cross code on his back]

The singing sounded, and the loud and hoarse voice overcame the trumpet, and the trumpet suddenly became low. The loud and hoarse voice interrupted the words, and the pirate immediately became silent.

[The blood of the heart splattered all over Hagen. He committed such crimes in the name of a warrior. In ancient times, there are no two people]

Someone is singing.

The sad elegy replaced the desolate battle horn, and the heavy steps played together into the third note.

[He stabbed the tip of the gun deeply into his heart, and then ran away desperately with great fear]

The trumpets became anxious, catching the heartbeat of people and the breath of the soul. The pirates felt difficulty breathing, just as their souls were hooked into poetry.

There is only sorrow in the world of poetry, and no one can tell whether they want to be a tragedy or a despicable person.

[Sigfry knew he was injured, and the warrior immediately jumped up from the fountain, very furious]

[He wanted to reach out to get his bow or sword. If he got it, Hagen's sin would be repaid before his eyes]

[But the dying warrior could not find his sword, only one shield was left by his side]

[So he picked up his shield and ran towards Hagen. The courtiers of King Gongtai had no time to escape]

Singing poems here abruptly!

Steps became the only accompaniment of the horns, and soon the breath, whine, the creaking of the wooden board and the hissing of the sword tip passing the patina.

It's like...

No! It's really someone is coming out of the bottom cabin!

At this time, as long as the pirate was not a stupid pirate, he had already guessed who the poet was approaching.

He was singing the song of Nibelungen, the noble warrior Siegfrey died in the conspiracy of the mean, and until the moment before his death, he regarded Hagen as his most caring brother.

Isn’t this... a sing tailor-made for them?

The only difference is that Sigfrey in the song is really dead, while Sigfrey outside the song crawled back from the depths of hell. After many years, he stood in front of Hagen again.

Pick, Pick, Pick, Pick, Pick...

Leif's figure slowly rose from the hatch door, accompanied by step, accompanied by a trumpet, carried a long sword, and held a shield.

He walked halfway with a headless corpse in his arms and abandoned the body at Bonet's feet.

Bonett didn't move: "You killed Julius?"

Lef did not answer, and opened his mouth, and he still spoke loudly.

【Even if he was injured in a fatal injury, he still had the power to slam hard】

[The gems of the shield flew away one after another, and the shield was almost powdered in his hands]

[The dignified VIPs want to take revenge]

【Under his thrust, Hagen couldn't help but fall, and the echoes that shocked Linye could be heard everywhere】

"If so!" Lef interrupted the rhyme for the first time, raised his sword and pointed it straight at Bonett's face. "If he had a sword in his hand, Hagen would have lost his life!"

"If he had a sword in his hand, Hagen would have lost his life!"

"If I had a sword in my hand, my brother... you would have lost your life!"

The trumpet stopped immediately!

At this moment, the trumpet stopped, the steps stopped, the singing stopped, and even the sound of gasping and blood flowing stopped.

Everyone had to hold their breath.

Hold your breath and grab your soul, hold your breath and grab your heart, hold your breath and grab your time, endless, endless.

The pirates almost doubted that they would die in their breath until...

Was Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala...

Bonet slowly pulled out the sword of the ruthless Haral. He held the sword in his hand, took off the steel shield on his back, untied the belt, and slowly tied the shield to his arm.

After doing all this, he stood up and straightened his back to face his brother.

"I don't know why you lament!"

"The threat we feel has now disappeared, and there is no one who dares to fight against us anymore! I am so happy that your authority is lost in my hands!"

"Stop bragging about yourself!" Lef said, "If I had known in advance that you had a despicable plan, I would have dealt with you long ago and would never have died."

"I am only sad for the inheritance of the ruthless. After I die, he must have been subjected to many objections, saying that he appeared in a conspiracy to kill! I struggled with a constant breath, just because I was sad for him."

"You can only struggle dyingly, but it cannot last, because the sword of death is irresistible. Even if you are arrogant and brave, you will never speak!" Bonett waved his sword with a swish, "Lef, you shouldn't live!"

Lef's eyes widened: "But before washing away the filth of the blood ship, Tyre would not allow me to die."

"That's not Tyre's grace, my brother. You are just an unlucky guy who has reincarnated without realizing it and has become a substitute for Loki's torture!"

"Even if the venom of the snake is covered with my body and mind, I am willing to drink it, and even if the iron chain binds me, I am satisfied. Bonet, Loki's ugliness comes from the sin he instigated, and his soul has fallen, just like you are accusing of the Vikings's name!"

"But Haral agrees with me!" Bonett was furious, "I held his sword and tied his shield tightly. Unlike you who were sheltered in Warnerheim, you are not allowed to have your name even at dusk!"

"I can give up my name!" Lef said coldly, "As long as you can wash the red boat with your blood, everything is among the abandonable ones!"

The battle horn suddenly rang again, sharp and loud.

Amid the sound of the battle horn, Bonet lowered his head.

"I'm tired, my brother, if you can die cleanly, I'm willing to pay tribute to your heroic spirit."

"It's a pity that you don't deserve to be famous for the heroes..."

Sighing sounds lingeringly.

In the dark cannon cabin, four red lights suddenly appeared!
Chapter completed!