In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

He didn't know why there were so few people guarding these priceless treasures, and why no one on this largest pirate ship in Bilgewater noticed him sneaking in so easily. He was too lazy to think about it.

He only knew two things:

First, he is now standing on the ship of the Pirate King Gangplank and is about to make a big scene here, which is very prestigious.

Second, he was waiting for a beast that should have died ten years ago.

Then kill that bastard...

"You card-playing bastard, you can't get away this time...!"

The cigar smoke covered Graves's ferocious expression, but it could not hide the fugitive's ten years of hatred.

"I'm going to blow your cards and your head to pieces!"

Chapter 109 Prepare to freeze your hands! Prepare to freeze your hands!

[The Pirate King is returning, and the cunning Noxians are about to suffer.]

Gale hadn't believed this at first. As a proud Noxian soldier, he saw the pirates as nothing more than a bunch of rabble-rousers who only knew how to bully the weak.

No matter how many people they have, can they be more numerous than the army of the Noxian Empire?

No matter how big their ship is, can it be bigger than Commander Darkwill's ship?

No matter how brutal their methods are, can they be more brutal than Draven in the execution ground?

It's not just Gale, almost every Noxian soldier thinks so, and those who occupied Bilgewater feel even more so.

But... this is based on the fact that they crush the pirates.

Gale's idea that "the Noxian Empire is invincible" only lasted until last night.

This lasted until the moment he was caught by the pirates.

During that long night, the glorious Noxian soldiers witnessed the true hell - these pirates and bandits had no discipline or mercy at all... Their torture methods were more inventive than the inventors of Piltover...

And each one of them is so perverted that it is outrageous...

In just one night, Gail went crazy.

All the beliefs in his mind about the Noxian Empire turned into words of begging for mercy overnight.

First they tied him to the mast and beat him, then they pushed his head into a barrel and made him dizzy with throat-scorching rum... and that was considered "gentle."

The terrifying thing was that they put mice that had been hungry for several days on his head, trapped them in a cage, and finally poured honey on his head. The extremely hungry mice naturally began to gnaw on his scalp...

Also, they placed burning charcoal next to his head, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to rise sharply, and the mice, feeling the burning heat, had to find a place to hide - inside his scalp.

The rats used their sharp teeth to bite open his scalp and part of his skull, desperately trying to get inside...

When he was about to die, those crazy pirates came and drove away the rats, leaving him with one breath.

And that wasn't the end of the torture... They poured pepper water mixed with sea salt on the wound on his head, causing him to feel unprecedented pain...

By the end of the night, even the most determined fighters had begged for mercy.

Gail is naturally no exception.

He was carried into the cabin while he was in a daze, and after "resting" for a while, he saw a large group of people.

And he saw at a glance the most terrifying one among the group - the legendary pirate king.

Planck.

"Oh, Noxians, I love you so much."

The tall and strong middle-aged man walked slowly towards them, holding an exquisite dagger and an orange in his hands.

He peeled the orange skillfully and stuffed the orange, which was half the size of his fist, into his mouth. He had a big appetite, whether it was for money, status or food.

"I heard you have very hard bones? Maybe you don't know this, but every Bilgewater person knows this—I like hard bones the most. Do you know why?"

"..." Gale was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word.

Planck didn't bother to be polite with him and walked straight up to him, putting the exquisite, beautiful and sharp dagger against the bloody face.

"Hard bones are more suitable for bone carving. I don't have to worry about breaking your bones if I'm careless."

“…” Gale struggled to open his cracked eyelids and looked at the ferocious man in front of him.

He still didn't know what the other party meant by "bone carving".

But the next moment, he understood.

puff!

The sharp dagger pierced directly into Gale's arm, and blood immediately flowed out.

Several pirates standing next to Planck immediately stepped forward and pressed the wound with gauze they had prepared in advance to prevent the blood from continuing to flow.

As long as the amount of bleeding is controlled, the person will not die too quickly.

The art of "bone carving" is meaningful only when it is done while the person is alive.

Only then will there be artistic atmosphere.

"Bear with me, Noxian tough guy." Gangplank gave a cruel smile. "This may hurt a little, but it will be beautiful when it's done."

Gale felt the sharp dagger stirring in his flesh. The intense pain finally made him utter a syllable: "Ah...!"

Screams. Just screams.

"Hold on to your lights, boys." Gangplank's smile turned into a wild laugh. "This is going to be exciting. Learn from this!"

As he finished speaking, he twirled the dagger skillfully.

The sharp blade kept cutting through the bones of the living person, and waves of bone fragments were scraped off and fell into the blood and the ground.

Gale struggled desperately, but it was futile. He let out a piercing scream, but Gangplank ignored him.

Gangplank's superb "bone carving" skills made the surrounding pirates cheer. This bloody performance was one of the opening shows of the Hook Gang.

Planck carved on the bones of a living person and eventually created an exquisite skull.

The Noxian soldier Gale also died at the moment the carving was completed.

perfect.

"Hmm...Noxians' hard bones are really useful." Gangplank punched the dead man's arm, knocking off his perfect bone sculpture, and then threw it to one of his men.

"This thing is worthy of entering my collection room. Take it."

The men left with the bloody "treasure", and Gangplank put away his dagger.

He wiped the blood off his hands with the dead man's clothes, and then slowly went up to the deck.

It was already daybreak, and the things on the other side of the horizon looked particularly dazzling under the dawn light.

That was...his "kingdom".

The place where he was born, where he grew up, where he made his first killing... where he became the uncrowned king.

His eyes gradually became fierce, and one hand almost subconsciously drew the scimitar from his waist.

Then he slashed towards the sea.

"Bilgewater...your king has returned!"

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Drizzt looked at the cards in his hand and his breathing became heavier.

He thought back on his "eventful" life and could not imagine any day more crazy than today.

Whether it was the days when he was called Drizzt or when he was called Tobias.

He often cheated people out of money in Bilgewater's underground casinos, and each time he risked being discovered and beaten up or even having his hands chopped off, but no time was more dangerous than now.

Because his target this time wasn't the casino owner, nor was it a wealthy businessman or gambler from other cities, but...

The cruelest and craziest man in all of Bilgewater—

Gangplank, the Pirate King.

It was a huge gamble, with extremely high risks, but the bounty was so high—it was impossible for Trist to refuse.

That amount of silver snake coins was enough for him to cheat countless times in the underground casino.

And his goal wasn't to kill Gangplank—he knew that was impossible. Everyone in Bilgewater knew that was impossible, which was why Gangplank's head was worth a fortune. He simply wanted to steal something from Gangplank's collection, and he was confident he could do that.

Well... well, at least there is "hope".

Moreover, he had received the news in advance that Planck was about to land at the North Shore Pier, and he had also made arrangements here, so the probability of success of this matter was not small.

He had to trust himself. Trust the cards he was dealt.

He relies on more than just tricks to cheat.

And magic.

As long as he has cards in his hand, no one in this world can catch him.

Only a madman would take on this job if he is not fully confident.

"Rough arrangement..."

Drizzt leaned against the alley wall, his eyes fixed on the Hook Gang members patrolling the docks. A few of the patrolling gang members turned a corner and wandered behind the slaughterhouse. He had two minutes before they came back, more than enough time.

He carefully stepped over the rusty chains that snaked along the ground and passed between a pair of cranes. On weekdays, workers used them to hoist huge sea monsters into the slaughterhouse. The pervasive stench emanated from this area.

As Drizzt had expected, the Iron Ditch Gang, like those noble ladies, guarded the docks like a memorial archway. Guards stood outside every entrance, heavily guarded. For anyone else, getting in would be a pipe dream—but he, Drizzt, was not the others.

"Time for some magic tricks..."

Trist turned over his palm, and a card that he had taken out from somewhere appeared between his index finger and thumb.

As the cards gradually lit up, he let go of his thoughts and allowed his mind to drift away.

Countless images began to appear before his eyes, and a huge sense of oppression followed, almost pushing him to the ground. He half-closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and found the destination among the layers of images.

A familiar turmoil suddenly reached his chest. His body swayed, and a frenzy of light and shadow swept across him. Drizzt felt his feet waver. He looked up and saw the familiar sea and its surging waves.

He knew that he had arrived at his destination - Planck's ship.

The Abyss was still steaming towards the north shore docks. The Hook Gang members on board wandered back and forth, mingling with joking curses and warnings. It was unclear in which cabin the terrifying Pirate King was currently seated.

Drizzt didn't dare to be careless or relax in the slightest. He quietly and quickly slipped into the room before him—the deepest warehouse in the Abyss. The Pirate King Gangplank's collection room.

The treasures before him were piled high and high, collected from the twelve seas: glowing armor, exotic artworks, luxurious and dazzling silks... all of them were valuable, but none of them were what Trist came here for.

He looked toward the loading dock near the main entrance, where newly arrived goods were usually stored. He casually walked over, his fingers tracing the various cartons and crates until they touched a small wooden box.

Some strange magical power is constantly emanating from it. This is it.

"Is this the treasure looted from Ionia?... It's said Gangplank even looted the Shadow Cult's territory. That's crazy."

Feeling the magical power, Trist understood why his employer spent a lot of money to hire someone to steal this thing.

He carefully picked up the wooden box and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was really suitable for this job - he was not good at fighting, but he was very good at using card magic to teleport to other people's homes and steal things.

Maybe he won't have to cheat in underground casinos anymore, and he can live a rich life just by stealing.

With a smile on his face, Drizzt removed the lid of the box, and the trophy jumped into his eyes: on the black velvet base lay a beautifully forged dagger.

He was about to pick up his things and teleport back using magic.

But the moment he put one hand into his pocket...

Click——

A crisp voice suddenly rang out.

Then a hard tubular object pressed against Drizzt's spine.

This voice... He was stunned. He couldn't have heard it wrong.

He was all too familiar.

Even though he hadn't heard the sound in ten years, he would never forget it.

Before he could speak, the man who had loaded the gun spoke first—the voice was exactly the same as what Drizzt had imagined. Ten years had passed, and there had been no change.