NOVEL WEB If you are a pirate, you will be in the Straw Hats
Chapter 305
Edward. Weibull... No, probably more should he be called Harald. Weibull, who faced the legendary pirate led by Zefa as soon as he debuted, has the power that attracts the attention of the world, but lacks a little luck.
If the person who discovered him back then was not the high-ranking Draco, but any of Zefa, Sengoku, or Kapu, he might have defended the side as the youngest general.
If your debut battle is not against the warships led by Zefa, but gradually like Luffy, Kaido and they sail to the present, he may become the Four Emperors who can compete with Shanks.
It's a pity that there are no ifs....
Now Weibull is just a child with an IQ of no more than 10 years old, with strength but being used, the struggle of the year seems meaningless now, he will only listen to the words of "mother" and give everything he has for the benefit of "mother".
Even at this moment, the armor condensed by the domineering color of the armed color makes him act like a god of war, he only knows that he wants to win the victory in front of him, and then seek praise from "mother", what is the difference between living and dying in such a life.
The Haojie who broke free from the shackles of the Draco army was not even known to the world, and even Kuzan only saw a word from the dusty Mixin.
......
9 years ago, an unknown peaceful village.
Weibull poured the low-quality beer he had bought from his work into his mouth, and then said casually: "I promised others to guard this place, so I won't go with you." "
In front of him is a Draco wearing a white coat similar to a spacesuit, and at 1.6m tall, he is in front of Weibull, who is 6.8m tall, as if a mortal is praying to a god.
But the god of this world is not Weibull, but the Draco who rules this world....
This Draco called himself Hoschar Saint, as one of the members of the Draco responsible for commanding the naval department, he was extremely dissatisfied with the current navy, and after Roger's death, the era of sea pirates began with a bang, and the navy could not do anything at all... The top powerhouses are no more than ten people, and compared with the pirates who are like a carp crossing the river in this world, they are so weak that they are simply invisible.
So...... Hoschar finally saw a hillbilly with strength that even shocked him, and he took the initiative to invite for the first time, but he never thought that he was actually rejected by a hillbilly, which was simply a shame.
His expression looked gloomy, and then he laughed like a neurotic, pointed at Weibull and said: "It's an impolite thing to refuse~"
After saying that, he turned and left, without dragging the mud at all.
Weibull didn't have a clue about this sentence, but he didn't care, pouting and looking at the few beers left in his hand, feeling a little sad....
......
It was late at night, but there was no tranquility, the sky-high fire painted black red, the cries and wails sounded, and Weibull rushed out of the house with a child's knife, looking at the army that surrounded the village and the smiling Hoschar.
Mitt, the "profiteer" proprietress who sold alcohol to Weibull, lay at Host's feet, the scars on her body were a little shocking, and the faint sound of breathing seemed to stop at any moment.
The villagers had just run out of the room and were shot, the oldest village chief in the village leaned against the wall, blood gurgled from the blood hole in his abdomen, and seeing Weibull rush out of the room, he used all the remaining strength in his body to beckon: "Quick... Come on...... Weibull's
eyes became red, and his tears were bloodshot, he reached out to grab the old village chief's hand, but he didn't catch it, and the old village chief's hand had fallen weakly to the ground, silently.
Weibull was silent in place, all the villagers seemed to have only a little breath of Mith, and the rest of the people were dead clean, which should not be the case....
"Snap." Hoschar's applauding voice sounded, and his expression looked very appreciative: "It is worthy of being my favorite candidate, the potion that has been sleeping for three days has only made you sleep for three hours, I am a little reluctant to stuff you into the navy, come and be my slave." Weibull
clenched his teeth tightly, the pain in his heart and the strong medicinal effect seized control of his body from each other, he looked at Hoschar in silence, took a step, and his body was immediately covered with armor condensed by armed color domineering, which looked a little tragic in this corpse mountain and sea of blood.
Then the pace gradually increased, turned into a run, the army's shooting exploded, like a rainstorm of bullets towards Weibull, but... Weibull did not dodge at all, charging like a beast, but for a moment he was already surrounded by the army, but no one could stop his advance.
Hoschar looked at his expression as if he was looking at a rare treasure in the world, and then his eyes became a little bleak, and he waved his hand casually and said: "Forget it, it's not fun... Kill it. "
The sound of reloading sounded, and special bullets specially designed to restrain domineering and fruitful abilities were pressed into the chamber, and then ... Weibull instantly put on a bloody coat, he still charged like that, ran to Hoschar, stretched out his hand... Grabbed Mitt in his hand, then wrapped Mitt around his chest and ran towards the beach.
Hoschar was stunned for a moment, then reached out to stop the gunshot, took out a phone worm and said, "Zefa... A criminal from a slaughtering village ran to the sea area you patrolled to help me finish up.
"Yes! Mission accomplished! "
Snap wipe..." the phone worm hung up.
Hoschar looked at the distant Weibull and muttered, "Gee... What a pity..."
......
Wibull curled up, the boat might be too small for him to be a little too big for him to be a first aid, he could only gently place Mitt in the middle of the deck, gritting his teeth so as not to disturb her.
Mitt opened his eyes faintly and laughed with difficulty: "Weibull... Are you okay? The
collapse of emotions may have been just that, and Weibull's dry tears once again blurred his vision, and he buried his face in his knees: "Yes... I'm sorry..."
"I don't blame you for that... Weibull... It's also a good thing, you can finally go to sea to let the world see your strength, I am the deputy captain... Good no good? Mitt struggled to reach out to get closer to Weibull.
"Mitt... Whining...... In
some specific moments, the purpose of comfort may be to let people release their emotions well, and at this moment, the smiling faces of the villagers and the scolding of the village chief seem to appear in the mind, so clear.
If the person who discovered him back then was not the high-ranking Draco, but any of Zefa, Sengoku, or Kapu, he might have defended the side as the youngest general.
If your debut battle is not against the warships led by Zefa, but gradually like Luffy, Kaido and they sail to the present, he may become the Four Emperors who can compete with Shanks.
It's a pity that there are no ifs....
Now Weibull is just a child with an IQ of no more than 10 years old, with strength but being used, the struggle of the year seems meaningless now, he will only listen to the words of "mother" and give everything he has for the benefit of "mother".
Even at this moment, the armor condensed by the domineering color of the armed color makes him act like a god of war, he only knows that he wants to win the victory in front of him, and then seek praise from "mother", what is the difference between living and dying in such a life.
The Haojie who broke free from the shackles of the Draco army was not even known to the world, and even Kuzan only saw a word from the dusty Mixin.
......
9 years ago, an unknown peaceful village.
Weibull poured the low-quality beer he had bought from his work into his mouth, and then said casually: "I promised others to guard this place, so I won't go with you." "
In front of him is a Draco wearing a white coat similar to a spacesuit, and at 1.6m tall, he is in front of Weibull, who is 6.8m tall, as if a mortal is praying to a god.
But the god of this world is not Weibull, but the Draco who rules this world....
This Draco called himself Hoschar Saint, as one of the members of the Draco responsible for commanding the naval department, he was extremely dissatisfied with the current navy, and after Roger's death, the era of sea pirates began with a bang, and the navy could not do anything at all... The top powerhouses are no more than ten people, and compared with the pirates who are like a carp crossing the river in this world, they are so weak that they are simply invisible.
So...... Hoschar finally saw a hillbilly with strength that even shocked him, and he took the initiative to invite for the first time, but he never thought that he was actually rejected by a hillbilly, which was simply a shame.
His expression looked gloomy, and then he laughed like a neurotic, pointed at Weibull and said: "It's an impolite thing to refuse~"
After saying that, he turned and left, without dragging the mud at all.
Weibull didn't have a clue about this sentence, but he didn't care, pouting and looking at the few beers left in his hand, feeling a little sad....
......
It was late at night, but there was no tranquility, the sky-high fire painted black red, the cries and wails sounded, and Weibull rushed out of the house with a child's knife, looking at the army that surrounded the village and the smiling Hoschar.
Mitt, the "profiteer" proprietress who sold alcohol to Weibull, lay at Host's feet, the scars on her body were a little shocking, and the faint sound of breathing seemed to stop at any moment.
The villagers had just run out of the room and were shot, the oldest village chief in the village leaned against the wall, blood gurgled from the blood hole in his abdomen, and seeing Weibull rush out of the room, he used all the remaining strength in his body to beckon: "Quick... Come on...... Weibull's
eyes became red, and his tears were bloodshot, he reached out to grab the old village chief's hand, but he didn't catch it, and the old village chief's hand had fallen weakly to the ground, silently.
Weibull was silent in place, all the villagers seemed to have only a little breath of Mith, and the rest of the people were dead clean, which should not be the case....
"Snap." Hoschar's applauding voice sounded, and his expression looked very appreciative: "It is worthy of being my favorite candidate, the potion that has been sleeping for three days has only made you sleep for three hours, I am a little reluctant to stuff you into the navy, come and be my slave." Weibull
clenched his teeth tightly, the pain in his heart and the strong medicinal effect seized control of his body from each other, he looked at Hoschar in silence, took a step, and his body was immediately covered with armor condensed by armed color domineering, which looked a little tragic in this corpse mountain and sea of blood.
Then the pace gradually increased, turned into a run, the army's shooting exploded, like a rainstorm of bullets towards Weibull, but... Weibull did not dodge at all, charging like a beast, but for a moment he was already surrounded by the army, but no one could stop his advance.
Hoschar looked at his expression as if he was looking at a rare treasure in the world, and then his eyes became a little bleak, and he waved his hand casually and said: "Forget it, it's not fun... Kill it. "
The sound of reloading sounded, and special bullets specially designed to restrain domineering and fruitful abilities were pressed into the chamber, and then ... Weibull instantly put on a bloody coat, he still charged like that, ran to Hoschar, stretched out his hand... Grabbed Mitt in his hand, then wrapped Mitt around his chest and ran towards the beach.
Hoschar was stunned for a moment, then reached out to stop the gunshot, took out a phone worm and said, "Zefa... A criminal from a slaughtering village ran to the sea area you patrolled to help me finish up.
"Yes! Mission accomplished! "
Snap wipe..." the phone worm hung up.
Hoschar looked at the distant Weibull and muttered, "Gee... What a pity..."
......
Wibull curled up, the boat might be too small for him to be a little too big for him to be a first aid, he could only gently place Mitt in the middle of the deck, gritting his teeth so as not to disturb her.
Mitt opened his eyes faintly and laughed with difficulty: "Weibull... Are you okay? The
collapse of emotions may have been just that, and Weibull's dry tears once again blurred his vision, and he buried his face in his knees: "Yes... I'm sorry..."
"I don't blame you for that... Weibull... It's also a good thing, you can finally go to sea to let the world see your strength, I am the deputy captain... Good no good? Mitt struggled to reach out to get closer to Weibull.
"Mitt... Whining...... In
some specific moments, the purpose of comfort may be to let people release their emotions well, and at this moment, the smiling faces of the villagers and the scolding of the village chief seem to appear in the mind, so clear.
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