C6 The Dawn of Escape

On the Red Soil Continent, the Holy Land, Marijoya, the palace of the Celestial Dragon Nicholas Saint. Nero sat at the table, thinking quietly.

In the blink of an eye, Nero had been in the world for four years, and in those four years, the Rinloran and Hancock sisters had experienced countless bloody massacres. Four years of endless life-and-death battles had turned the three little girls from ignorant little girls into true female warriors. In order to avoid the two little girls Sonia and Guru Da turning into ugly ones for power in the future, Nero had given them different training methods according to the method of the elves.

Sonja preferred close combat, and the huntress's techniques suited her. The Snake Fruit was given to Sonja's incomparably flexible body. Combined with the Huntress' nimble and agile techniques, it could be said to be perfect. Sonia's original pet was a black panther, which made her look even more similar to the female elven hunter. Nero did have some bad taste.

As for Goruda, he had to speak of Illidan's' old friend ', Watcher Maiev. The venom of the Goruda, combined with the unique formula of the Watcher, produced poisons that no one but the Goruda himself could cure. As for the watchman's dancing martial arts skills, they were even more pleasing to the eyes of Goruda.

Nero, of course, would not forget Hancock, and with Nero's help, the future female sea bandit queen succeeded in linking the ghostly archery of the elf priestess to her own ability to bear fruit. Though Hancock's bow did not have the power to freeze the enemy, the arrow of the fruit would always turn into a tricky arrow that would petrify anyone if they weren't careful. If one day Hancock had learned even the high archery of the priestess, Starfall, Nero would have a headache.

Of course, Nero himself had not relaxed in four years. Although Fisher Tiger succeeded in freeing all the slaves, the Hancock sisters managed to escape. However, with his existence in this life, it was unknown whether or not he would succeed in the slave escape. Nero had to have enough strength to prevent any problems. In the past four years, Nero had already treated the three of them as his own sisters. He definitely wouldn't let anything that could possibly threaten the Hancock sisters happen. Nero had already practiced the Demon Hunter martial skill very well. As for the natural magic Nero, he only chose a few more useful stealth exercises. Practicing spells that were too powerful took time and was also very easy to discover. After the Nero and Hancock sisters had won a game for Nicholas Saint, the dragonmen had been even stricter on their watch, although they had received a certain amount of preferential treatment. Nero had sensed at least three auras that were not inferior to his own in the past few days. There was even an old man from the Sky Dragon race who gave Nero a terrifying sense of oppression — at least that of a powerful general.

However, Nero couldn't care so much now. After learning the art of natural magic, he would often use the plants growing in the cells to scout the movements in the other cells, especially the cells where the Murlocs were kept. Nero was already planning to flee when he heard the name of a new Murlocs slave, Tiger, three months later. Three months later, while he watched Fisher gather his strength and wait for the right moment, Nero understood as he listened to the murmurs of the merfolk that the opportunity had finally come.

"Brother, what's the matter? Why can't you tell me tomorrow at this late hour? Don't you know that lack of sleep is the young girl's greatest enemy? " Han Cook walked in with a slightly unfriendly face, followed by Sonia and Goruda, who were yawning.

"We should go, little fools." Nero calmly said to the three sisters as he wrote something on a piece of paper by the light of a candle.

"What?" Brother, didn't you say that with our current strength, there is no way for us to safely escape? " Hancock was surprised at what made his cautious brother do such a crazy thing. The power of the Draconians over the years had been in his eyes. Fighting the Draconians was no doubt a provocation to the navy. And if you get in the way of a admiral, you're dead meat.

"It's all right, Hancock. The time was ripe. Tonight, there would be a powerful Fisherman to liberate all the slaves. This is our best chance to escape, maybe our last chance. I know you're worried, but if we don't leave now, then we'll never have a chance to leave once the Draconians increase their guard. " Nilus scolded Hancock almost reproachfully.

"Okay, big brother, I understand. I'm taking my sisters to get ready. " Hancock, seeing Nero's determination, said nothing more and took his two sisters to pack.

Can you leave successfully? Nero himself did not know that much of history had been changed by Nero. The Hancock sisters were not as pitiful under her protection as they were in the original books, but under her training, Hancock already had some of the qualities of a sea bandit queen. Sonya and Goruda, who had inherited the techniques of the night elves, would no longer be ugly because of their pursuit of power. But at the same time, because the Draconians paid more attention to them, the difficulty of escaping increased exponentially.

Even if he had to take advantage of his luck, he had to let his little sisters leave safely. Nero was confident that he could stall the admiral for a while if he blocked the last of his cards. He sealed the two letters in two envelopes. In the worst case scenario, these two letters would be his last gift to them!

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The night was quiet, with only groups of patrolling soldiers moving about.

Suddenly there was a loud noise from one of the draconians' palaces, followed by a series of explosions from all over Maryjorie. One by one, the shackles of the slaves were removed. Giants, merfolk, humans … all of the slaves, regardless of race, charged out of their cages, some even seeking revenge against their so-called masters. The night was destined to be a wild performance, and Marjorie was bathed in blood.

"Murlocs karate, the Vermillion Dragon Righteous Fist." With a loud shout from a muscular Murlocs, a group of guards were sent flying like straw that had been blown into the air by a strong gust of wind. A large group of slaves from all races had already gathered around him.

"My fellow citizens, I am Fisher Tiger. We've been enslaved by the damned Draconians for long enough, and we don't want to hurt anyone else. But if someone blocks our way home. Tell them what we'll do. " Fisher shouted from a statue.

"Kill! Kill your way out!"

"Kill them!"

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Fisher was pleased to see that he had succeeded in evoking the silent bloodlust of the slaves.

"Wasser, you lead the others and rush out, try to save everyone. Aragon, King, and Jones go looking for other prisoners. The Navy is coming, and I'm cutting them off here. "

"Yes, boss." As the Murlocs accepted their orders and left, Fisher's face turned serious. Damn it! Why would there be two General-rank auras on Marijaya? One of them could just barely block it for a while, so how could the two of them block it? However, it's too late to regret it now. This old man will risk his life to block them.