"Indeed, it’s a physique strong enough to wrestle with giants."
"What a pity."
"Brawn but no brains."
The tall beauty gazed at the distant ocean waves; at so point, she suddenly frowned and then her expression turned grave. As nimble as a cat, she leapt down from the third floor and hurried toward the port.
The barbarians curiously looked up and couldn’t help but follow.
At the port.
There were already sailors up cleaning barnacles off the ship. An old man carrying a bucket seed to faintly hear a gentle singing voice, which made him shiver all over as if reflexively, and he quickly looked off into the distance.
That voice!
He seed to have heard it when he was young, and many people died.
A simple raft appeared at the horizon of the sea.
"Is it an illusion?"
"I definitely drank too much yesterday."
This is Tutu Port, the stronghold of South Sea pirates. How could a Sea Demon possibly co here?
The old pirate laughed at himself, mocking his own cowardice, scared senseless by Sea Demons, still paranoid even after over ten years.
"Where did the raft co from?"
"Could he have drifted all the way to Tutu Port on that raft?"
The raft caught the attention of many, such a simplistic seafaring tool hadn’t been seen in years, let alone capable of crossing the ocean.
The figure on it looked like an unlucky survivor of a shipwreck.
As the raft drew closer, soone could see an extrely gallant man. His upper body was bare, his sturdy chest like a rock, his figure tall and robust. He seed to hold sothing in his hand, his expression indifferent, his presence dominating, resembling less a distressed sailor and more a king returning from conquering the seas.
That strange, eerie singing voice arose again.
The old pirate couldn’t help but shiver again because this ti he wouldn’t be mistaken—the voice was too familiar to him. An entire ship’s crew, and only he survived by chance.
"Sea Demon!?"
The old pirate looked toward under the sea surface. Amidst the splashing water, seductive figures concealed themselves in the water. With a bang, the bucket in his hand dropped to the ground, and he was paralyzed by fear.
Sea Demons!
So many Sea Demons!
No, wait.
Why is that man’s rope tied around these Sea Demons’ waists?
This scene left the others at the port dumbfounded.
Their understanding of the past decades completely overturned. So, trembling in fear, whispered, "Who is that man? So monster from the deep sea?"
"Or the legendary Ocean Divine Descendant?"
The raft gradually docked.
Splashing sounds.
Amidst the water, seductive Sea Demons erged, gazing lovingly at the bare-chested man, their mouths emitting gentle, lodious murmurs.
The man stepped onto the wooden bridge. The old pirate looked up at his gallant figure and couldn’t help but buckle at the knees, kneeling on the spot.
As if by so chain reaction, those around seed to take Duncan for an Ocean Divine Descendant, one by one kneeling, with so even praying for the sea’s blessings to never be drowned in the ocean.
Duncan looked around.
He squatted down and gently caressed the cheek and lips of the leading seductive Sea Demon, his voice softened, slowly saying, "Go back."
"I will co to see you when I have ti."
"You’ve worked hard on this journey."
Without these Sea Demons, crossing the ocean would have been very challenging, nearly impossible.
A wave of mournful singing arose.
The nearby Sea Demons issued mournful murmurs, lingering at Tutu Port’s harbor, refusing to leave until Duncan’s expression turned icy, staring them down. Only then did the beautiful Sea Demons let out plaintive songs, gathering together, swaying their tails, casting reluctant glances back before finally returning to the deep sea.
The scene unfolding before them left Tutu Port’s pirate sailors even reluctant to gaze directly at Duncan standing up front.
A formidable figure has arrived!
Near the distant fort, the tall red-haired beauty darted across, flipping over several ters high walls, landing and heading straight for the port.
She hadn’t seen anyone capable of commanding so many Sea Demons.
The person indeed wasn’t human or an offspring of the Ocean Divine Race.
"Why does that person look familiar!"
Crete scratched his head foolishly, quickly catching up, and upon recognizing the man’s appearance, imdiately beca ecstatic, shouting, "It’s Quinn!"
"Ugar, it’s Quinn."
Behind Crete, Ugar also displayed a look of excitent, as if he’d found his backbone.
Hearing this, the red-haired beauty halted her steps in shock.
She turned to look at Crete, then at the man at the port, unable to suppress her surprise, saying, "It’s him?"
The man Crete boasted he’d knock out to send her over?
She stared at the man’s gallant figure, her expression slightly changing, thinking it might not be impossible, just uncertain of his strength.
Duncan not far away beca montarily stunned.
Then he saw two barbarians bend people aside as they ran crazily toward him, and the two embraced him tightly with Crete looking around behind him, saying, "Where are those Sea Demons?"
"Did you conquer the Sea Demons?"
That’s truly glorious!
Even at the sacred Great Snow Mountain, Duncan’s feat of commanding a group of Sea Demons to cross the ocean would be immortalized in songs by minstrels.
The many barbarians would be wildly envious.
No wonder he was one of their leaders in the war band.
Even Sea Demons could be conquered.
Duncan patted Crete’s shoulder, nodding his acknowledgent toward Ugar beside him, replying in a deep voice, "They’ve gone back."
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