The woman was still scolding, revealing her most realistic thoughts in her words.
The man is already numb; nothing is more uncomfortable than being betrayed by his lover.
It was already obvious that his wife wanted to kill him and find another lover.
Carl walked slowly and was a little annoyed when he heard the roaring voice from the woman.
With a wave of his hand, he slapped the woman to death. Carl looked at the person lying on the bed and slowly asked:
"Are you Bot?"
Hearing this, Bot looked at his dying wife and then at the man who suddenly broke in, but he was a little stunned.
It happened at Umbar's pier; a pirate ship was ready to set sail.
Carl stood on the bow of the boat and said to the people next to him:
"Bot, you should still remember where it happened."
"I remember it very well, Lord Carl," Bot replied respectfully. Of course, he remembered; after all, it was the monster who brought him these pains.
After that, he hesitated and said, "Master Carl, that sea monster is really ferocious. It may even come from the abyss. Are we really going to find it?"
"Why? Do you regret it?"
"No." Bot shook his head. Carl healed his wounds and killed his wife. He was grateful to Dade in his heart. How could he regret it?
Bot explained: "Lord Carl, I'm just worried about your safety. If we really meet that monster, I'm afraid we will die directly at the bottom of the sea."
Carl glanced at Bot but saw that the memory in his eyes was full of fear, and it didn't look like he was lying.
"So, that guy is really scary?" Carl said leisurely.
Bot nodded affirmatively, with a hint of admiration and fear in his words: "Of course, Lord Carl, I swear, I have never seen such a terrifying creature.
"That guy, it seems, is the end of the world, the end of the end. Above the sea, I am afraid that no one will be its opponent.
Yes, that kind of existence, how could someone be its opponent?
If he wasn't lucky at that time and his leg was torn off, I'm afraid he would have been pulled into the ocean long ago and stuffed into its stomach.
"Hmm." Carl nodded.
Generally speaking, the more powerful the monster, the more experience it provides, and he is naturally happy to see its ferocity and power.
After hearing the words, Bert regained his senses, looked at Carl who nodded, thought he was also afraid, and couldn't help asking: "Lord Carl… So are you going to cancel the plan?"
"No," Carl shook his head, "I just hope it's the end of the day, as you say."
"Huh?" Bot was a little emotional, then looked at the calm Carl, but was silent.
Could it be that the man who saved him couldn't think of it and wanted to die?
"Okay, tell the pirates to hurry up; we have to leave soon," Carl said. His time was indeed pressing.
"Yes!" Although Bot was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions.
Now that Carl's idea has been decided, let him help him find it. If he really dies at the bottom of the sea, it can be considered as repayment.
Bot took a step forward, and the newly fitted prosthetic legs with iron hooks clacked on the deck.
"Come on! You dogs, haven't you eaten yet?" Botter seemed to be very experienced, shouting loudly, "Hurry up and pull up the anchors, raise the sails, hurry up! Bad guys."
While shouting, he waved his crutches from time to time, beating one or two people who were slow.
Under his "wise command, the pirates moved significantly faster.
Although Botter had a barb on his leg and lost his leg, his face was still very energetic.
Carl looked at Bot's performance and couldn't help but admire. Sure enough, no matter how filthy the place is, if you look closely, there will still be some brilliance.
The big boat slowly wandered out of the bay against the waves.
Most of the pirates summoned on the pirate ship knew Bert. Although they did not understand who Bert was working for, they understood that they could get a good reward for going to sea this time – ten gold coins per person.
So they all worked hard.
Of course, some people wanted to get their minds wrong, but they all got their necks broken by Bert's new hooked legs and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
The world of Umbar pirates is actually that simple.
The news of the fall of Minas Ithil finally came.
After three days of fierce battles between the strong orcs and the soldiers of Gondor, they finally completely slaughtered all the soldiers guarding Gondor in the city of Minas Ithil.
The power of the powerful orc army led by the Witch King Angmar, the head of the Nine Ringed Spirits, has appeared.
When Denethor heard the news that his son had died on the front line, his manic face calmed down.
These few days, he couldn't sleep because the yin and yang of the strong orc army always shrouded his heart.
Now, the fear has become a reality – Minas Ithil has fallen. His son also died.
This is bad news, an absolute haze.
In the absence of attention, there was another rush of footsteps in the main hall of the Minas Tirith Palace.
The people came in a hurry, and they looked somewhat similar to Denethor, the Prime Minister of Gondor.
The person who came under the throne looked at the person on the seat, his face full of grief: "Father, Faramir. He is dead."
Faramir is the younger brother of the comer.
Denethor raised his head slightly, and the divine light in his eyes faded.
Boromir "I know, I know," he murmured, "I sent him to guard Minas Ithil, and it was all my fault."
Denethor felt a burst of grief in his heart, although on weekdays, he didn't like his second son, Faramir, who seemed to be a bit of a "girl".
But, in fact, he was his son after all, how could he really not care?
"Father, no, it's not your fault, it's all my fault," Boromir's voice was also a little sad.
Hearing this, Denethor couldn't help but feel another sore nose.
Immediately afterwards, Denethor and Boromir, father and son, were hugging each other and crying, wailing for a while, looking a little "not good".
However, after a period of grief, Boromir recovered before his father. Although he was still in grief, he calmed down.
I saw that he adjusted his armor and said to Denethor:
"Father, those strong orcs have now occupied Minas Ithil, and they will definitely not let it go. Gondor's current strength is simply not enough to cope with it; we need reinforcements."
Denethor also recovered, but shook his head: "No one wants to help us, Boromir, they are all watching our jokes.
"Father, how can it be? If you beg, you will definitely be able to call in reinforcements.
We can ask for help from Rohan, or the dwarves, elves, and of course, the Kingdom of Green, as long as you are willing to admit the mistakes of the last time, father, they will definitely pass. I don't care." Boromir advised.
They are indeed in a predicament of embarrassment, and if they want to break through, they can only rely on external forces.