Chapter 672 Shamrock Arrives
However, suddenly, his figure disappeared from the spot, like a ray of light, instantly passing through the deck of the pirate ship, and quietly appeared in the area where several pirate bosses were.
His movements were light and silent, leaving no trace at all, and not even causing a ripple.
At this moment, some pirates on the ship suddenly became alert. They felt an invisible sense of oppression enveloping the entire ship.
Everyone's expressions became increasingly nervous. For some reason, a sense of unease was quietly gathering like a dark cloud.
"alert!"
One of the pirates shouted, his eyes fixed on the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The pirates drew their weapons and nervously fixed their eyes on the mysterious man.
However, the alertness and fear in their eyes seemed to be in vain, because the person in front of them just smiled indifferently with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth.
"Out of control."
His lips moved slightly and he chuckled. His voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable pressure.
"If I were to do it, all of you would be dead."
He spoke lightly, but his calmness and coldness sent chills down the pirates' spines, as if some deadly power was hidden in that relaxed tone.
The pirates around looked at each other, almost unable to believe their ears.
This stranger who suddenly appeared was so confident that he didn't even try to hide his intimidating aura.
He waved his hand gently, his movements graceful and calm.
"I'm not going to do it."
His eyes were as cold as ice and snow, but he still maintained a calm tone.
"I'm here to help you."
He smiled slightly, with disdain in his tone, as if he disdained to associate with these pirates, but for some purpose, he decided to help them.
"My name is Shamrock, a member of the Knights of God."
He revealed his identity without any fluctuation in his voice, as if he was stating a very simple fact.
At this time, the pirates finally recovered from their shock.
Several pirates were whispering to each other. It was obvious that they were familiar with the name, but they also found it difficult to understand.
Knights of God?
That name is as mysterious as a myth in the memories of many pirates. There are even some rumors that they are not real pirates, but a group of powerful people who are opposed to the World Government.
However, they knew that the man in front of them was not an ordinary enemy, and his aura made people dare not act rashly.
"The Knights of God?"
A pirate spoke doubtfully, and it was obvious that he was full of doubts about this name.
"You are not..."
"I know you have questions."
Shamrock spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he had foreseen all this.
"But whether you believe it or not, I can guarantee one thing,"
A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his tone became calm and majestic.
"The predicament you are in now can only be reversed by relying on me."
He paused for a moment, and glanced at the pirates around him.
"I can help you carve out a way out."
He spoke in an extremely calm tone, but every word was filled with oppression.
The pirates' eyes gradually became complicated, and they developed a stronger interest in Shamrock's identity. Some of them even began to be less vigilant, perhaps because of their trust, or perhaps because of his heart-pounding self-confidence.
However, the first mate still hadn't completely let down his guard. After a moment's silence, he finally spoke:
"What do you want to do? Help us fight back against the new navy?"
There was tentativeness and doubt in his tone, but also a hint of expectation.
Shamrock raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled softly:
“Help you fight back?
No, just to give you a chance to survive.
Who do you think you are facing?
The real war has just begun."
"..."
"If you want to survive, work hard."
Shamrock stood by the side of the ship, his back facing the pirates who were already in chaos.
His eyes were still as calm as water, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
The surrounding sea breeze blew his black robe, and the slender corners of the robe swayed gently in the wind. His figure seemed to blend into the surrounding sea.
"these people……"
Shamrock raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a hint of disdainful smile appearing on his lips.
He glanced over the pirates, without a trace of tension or threat in his eyes.
He knew that these people in front of him - the great pirates, might have once been powerful in certain seas, but compared to him, they were nothing but grass.
His right hand unconsciously tapped the wooden railing beside him, making a "dong dong" sound.
There was no sense of urgency in the rhythm, as if it was waiting for something.
"All these people combined are not enough for me to kill alone."
He muttered softly, his voice was low but clearly heard by the pirates around him.
The tone was cold and contained unquestionable confidence.
The pirates looked at each other, obviously unable to understand why Shamrock looked down on them so much. Some of them even subconsciously touched the weapons in their hands, their hearts filled with doubt and uneasiness.
Despite this, Shamrock did not move, his eyes still calmly staring at the dark sea ahead.
He understood that these pirates could not pose a challenge to him, and the real opponent had not yet appeared.
He slowly turned around and faced these pirate leaders, with a calmness and indifference hanging over him like a layer of cold mist.
"Do you think you have a chance to turn the tables?"
There was a hint of contempt in his tone, but there was a penetrating insight in his eyes.
"My existence is your last hope."
He did not directly provoke, but let the words fall, as if waiting for the other party to respond.
The pirates looked a little ugly. Although Shamrock's words were full of provocation, no one dared to refute immediately because they could feel the pressure emanating from his bones - it was an aura that made people breathless.
However, Shamrock was in no rush to act.
He turned around and looked at the distant horizon with a deep gaze, as if penetrating the dark sea.
He is waiting, waiting for those people he trusts, the "helping hand" that can truly bring them victory.
......
A series of rapid calculations and reasonings flashed through Shamrock's mind.
His gaze still remained on the distant sea, and he seemed to see a figure he was expecting.
“They don’t have enough.”
He calculated silently in his mind.
He knew very well that no matter whether it was the New Navy or the Pirate Alliance, the people in front of him were not opponents worthy of his personal attack.
He just picked a few people to fight and kill at random, which obviously would not bring about any fundamental changes in the war situation.
He has seen through the weaknesses and disadvantages of these pirates - they only pursue immediate interests, but are unable to cross the unbridgeable gap in their hearts.
The New Navy is completely different. Although their combat power should not be underestimated, what makes Shamrock more alert is that they lack the decisiveness and vision like him. Without relying on external forces, they will not be able to shake the foundation of the pirate alliance.
He has seen the situation clearly.
He turned his gaze to the small group of seemingly silent pirate bosses behind him, his eyes still calm.
"Do you think you can fight back on your own?"
He sneered in his heart, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"It's just a dream."
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