Summoner of Pirate World

"Roger" the old village chief raised his head with difficulty. His vision was blurred. For an old man, he had endured too much pain that he shouldn't have to bear.

It is not easy to be able to speak in one breath.

That is to say, he is in good health. If it had been any other old man, he would have died.

Roger asked Yabu to take the village chief aside, while he stood there, staring at Krubb who was standing ten meters away.

He knew how much strength he had used in that kick, and that he was aiming for a fatal blow, but when he saw the opponent's posture, he didn't seem to be injured at all.

"Damn you guys, everyone, get on top of me." Crumb gave the order, and a dozen pirates raised their weapons and ran towards Roger.

And Krubb also threw the crutch aside, bent down, and his whole back arched, and it became more and more swollen.

His figure became stronger and stronger, and his muscles bulged until his clothes were bursting.The height of the whole person has also reached nearly three meters.

It was no longer a human body, but a standing wolf, a bloody and cruel beast that chose people to eat.

"Boy, go to hell"

Roger looked at the scene in front of him, took a long breath, and said softly: "The flow of life."

While speaking, Roger closed his eyes.

Everything around him seemed to be still, and the flow of time was almost palpable.

In the consciousness, there is an endless deep sea, and the sky is black.Only his own body is illuminated.

No, just about 20 meters in front of him, a tall figure from behind was clearly visible under the light.

Who is that?

Roger wanted to get closer, and the distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer. It was a very familiar feeling, a special resonance.

Just a short distance away, the man suddenly turned around.

With his excellent jumping ability, Crubb's figure was the first to rush forward. He waved his sharp claws and grabbed Roger's head.

His eyes narrowed slightly. In his eyes, this arrogant doll was about to become a broken corpse.

In his opinion, Roger's act of closing his eyes was a symbol of knowing that he was invincible and accepting death calmly.

But at the moment when the two sides were about to come into contact, Krubb, alerted by the beast, suddenly had an ominous premonition.He believed in this hunch because it had saved him many times.

Krubb quickly stopped his momentum, sank down and landed on the ground, then used his legs to exert force, jumped back suddenly, and quickly opened the distance.

Roger, meanwhile, opened his eyes.

Today, although he still has the same childish face, his aura has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The cynicism was gone, replaced by a feeling as deep as the sea, and those eyes seemed to envelop the sea of ​​stars.The light in his eyes was flowing, as if he had experienced a lifetime of vicissitudes of life.

It's impossible to have this kind of look on a teenage boy, but that's exactly what he looked like.

At that moment, Crubb was in a trance, and in this trance moment.

His men were knocked to the ground one after another.

Roger's movements were even faster, but they were completely different from his previous fighting methods.

His legs were slightly bent and his knees were leaning inward, his hands were bent in front of his elbows, and he quickly grabbed the wrist of the pirate who approached first and pressed it down skillfully, then punched him in the face.At the same time, he half-turned his body, spread his left hand to block the opponent's knife-wielding wrist, and punched the opponent's neck with his right hand.

The pirates were attacking from all directions, but Roger was like having eyes behind his back, able to clearly detect the opponent's attack angle.His punches were so fast that they almost left an afterimage.

His footsteps did not move, and half a step away from him seemed to form a circle, an area that no one could get close to.

Soon, the pirates were all lying on the ground, with their arms and legs cut off, or clutching their vitals, no longer capable of fighting.

Krubb watched all this blankly, and he had just landed.

All this from start to finish takes just one breath.

Suddenly, Roger looked towards him. Without moving his steps, he placed his elbows in front of him and hooked his right hand.

Crumb was furious, this was a huge humiliation.

He roared angrily, raised his body a little higher, and then took powerful steps and ran quickly towards Roger.

He made up his mind to kill him with one blow and not give the opponent time to use that strange fighting technique.

The ground was shaking with his footsteps, and anyone faced with all this would feel powerless.

But Roger always smiled.

This smile gave Klubb a very uncomfortable feeling, which was a danger signal.His instinct told him to leave immediately, but he couldn't do that.

This time when they went to sea, not only did they get nothing, but they were completely wiped out.If he went back like this, he would probably be torn to pieces by the captain.

"Go to hell," Crubb roared, as if it would embolden him.

However, if shouting can bring victory, then maybe not all the kings in this world will have loud voices.

Roger was not disturbed by it. When he came closer, he took half a step back and turned his body slightly to try to avoid the thunderous strike.

Krubb used his terrifying physical body to quickly launch fierce attacks at Roy, while Roger kept retreating to dodge, or blocking with his forearms, in a defensive position.

To others, it seemed that Roger was at a disadvantage.

But looking at his calm demeanor, it seemed that things were not as simple as they seemed.

During the fight, the young people in the village also came with weapons.

After all, it was his own village. Although he went out to escape after listening to the village chief's words, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart when he saw the village being destroyed.They all came back to fight for them with a desperate attitude.

But when they came back, they were shocked by what they saw.

The surrounding ruins and ruins were part of the situation. More importantly, these terrible invaders had all fallen to the ground, either making no sound, or lying on the ground wailing and crying.

"What the hell happened?" This was everyone's first thought.

"Look, who is that?" Immediately afterwards, everyone's attention was attracted by the two figures in the field.

One of them was a werewolf as tall as two people, while the opponent was a relatively thin figure.

That figure was both familiar and strange, but everyone knew him and his name.

"Roger" someone shouted.

"That's Roger, oh my god, what kind of monster is he fighting?"