Chapter 512 Either Become a Dead Person or Become an Immortal

The storm was raging on the sea, and the huge fleet was floating in the rough waves.

This is a formidable fleet. After more than ten years of accumulation, the fleet has eliminated the original merchant ships and replaced them all with battleships armed to the teeth - most of them came from the defeated English Navy. A small part comes from those powerful pirates.

The name of the flagship is the Intrepid Revenge, a name given by the King of the Caribbean himself after he recaptured the battleship.

At this time, on the deck of the Intrepid Revenge, dozens of sailors were pulling cables and controlling the sails in the heavy rain. They didn't care about the fatal danger brought by the storm, and they were even in the mood to chat.

"After defeating England's newly arrived navy, we can go ashore to rest for a while, right?"

A black man who looked quite strong was tying the cable skillfully while asking the man next to him.

"Newcomers are always so anxious." The man held a pipe in his mouth. In such a heavy rain, the pipe would naturally not light up. This seemed to be his habit: "I remember this is your first time to get a curse, and you have never had one before. Have you recovered?"

"I joined a year ago." The black man showed a painful expression: "I originally thought that immortality would be a happy thing, but I didn't expect that it would be so painful. I want to be relieved every day. No, every minute. This damn curse, enjoy good food and sleep with three or five women."

"It's only been a year." The man showed a trace of disdain: "Just bear with it. You are lucky. Every time the curse is lifted, it is a major event for the fleet. The longest time, we endured it for more than three years."

The black man nodded respectfully, and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, I heard that you are one of the first batch--"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask." The man glanced at him, but still answered: "I am indeed."

"It's amazing." The black man opened his mouth: "I heard that there are too many people who would rather die than become immortal again after lifting the curse."

"So they are dead." The man sneered: "Everyone wants to join the Undead Army. We are the richest group of people on the sea. Lord Norrington even specially prepared an island with mountains of wine on it. and great food, and tons of beautiful people from all over the world.”

"As long as we get to that island, each of us will be able to enjoy paradise-like happiness. Believe me, even the royal family of England will envy that kind of life."

"The only purpose of that island is that when we lift the curse, we can have a wild carnival on it."

"The price is that when the carnival is over and we need to become immortal again, you have to choose."

He narrowed his eyes and hit the black man on the face with his pipe: "Either you become a dead person or an immortal person."

"It's such a confusing choice." The expression on the black man's face was a mixture of anticipation and fear. "However, I have heard this sentence many times. It seems that the old members of the Undead Army like to say this. It belongs to Lord Norrington. Quotes?”

"Norrington?" There was a strange look on the man's face, as if he was recalling some frightening memories, but he quickly covered it up and just said: "Don't be so curious, newcomer."

"Stories about long ago have always been taboo - if Lord Norrington discovers your curiosity, believe me, you will know what fear is."

The black man obviously did not give up because of the man's warnings. He glanced aside and said in a low voice, "Boss, is this related to the Oriental that Mr. Norrington has been wanting?"

The man's expression changed drastically. He stared at the black man and said, "Where did you hear the news?"

"When I was cleaning the deck today, I happened to pass by the captain's cabin -" the black man swallowed and said, "I heard some news."

"Lord Norrington was talking to the witch. He seemed to be very angry. He seemed to be planning to return directly and abandon the English navy. I heard that they mentioned the Oriental and said that he appeared in Port Royal."

Snap.

The pipe in the man's hand fell on the deck, dangled, and was washed away by the storm and rain into the sea. However, he no longer cared about this beloved thing that had been used for more than ten years. His eyes widened. Stiff all over.

"Are you sure?" His voice was dry and even stuttered: "Are you sure you heard correctly?"

The black man was horrified to find that his leader's tone revealed unconcealable fear.

"If Lord Norrington didn't look for more Easterners." The black man said hesitantly: "I heard clearly that Lord Norrington has been shouting that he must take revenge. He is dead this time. Words.”

"Only one person can make Lord Norrington feel this way." The man closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from his throat:

"Mr. Tang."

"Did he actually, really show up again? I thought I would never see him again in this life."

"Mr. Tang?" the black man asked in a puzzled tone, "What did he do to offend the great King of the Caribbean?"

The man did not answer, so the black man said to himself: "However, no matter what he did, he must be dead. On this sea, no one who Lord Norrington wants to kill can escape. "

Snapped!

The man slapped the black man fiercely. This incident shocked the black man. He looked at his leader with wide eyes, only to find that the other man's face was more ferocious than ever.

"Shut up, a fledgling scum like you knows nothing!"

His voice trembled, and he firmly grasped the black man's collar, "Mr. Tang is different."

"Boss?" The slap didn't hurt. To the undead, it was nothing. The black man just felt more and more confused.

"You don't understand at all." The man let go of the black man dejectedly and closed his eyes. His murmuring voice was almost obscured by the sound of the rainstorm: "How can you understand that man if you haven't seen him with your own eyes?"

"How could you possibly know what he had done in Tetuga? How could you have known what he had done to us."

"Lord Norrington's methods of punishing us were never thought up by him. You can't imagine the fear and powerlessness we felt when we faced that man."

"When you look directly into his eyes, you will find that you have nothing to hide, and you can never escape his control."

At this point, he opened his eyes and suddenly laughed to himself.

"People like you may not even dare to look directly at him."

"Is it such an exaggeration?" the black man asked questioningly: "He is very strong? Is he also immortal?"

"Mr. Tang is just an ordinary person."

The man turned his head and looked at the stormy waves in the heavy rain: "So, you won't understand."

He murmured: "Either become dead or immortal."