Chapter 217: Grand Line Scene Hmm, Tian Yasha and so on are next to it...
Kizaru seemed very interested in the Flame of Death and asked a few more questions casually.
The player lent him the box weapon to look at. The other party didn't say anything at the time. After the warship stopped at the next small island to replenish supplies, Borsalino had an extra butterfly hairpin in his hand.
Even the color was a translucent blue that was very similar to the Death Flame, and the player happily accepted it.
Life at sea is very boring.
Having food and water is just boring.
I'm not sure if the pirates would fish to kill time, but the navy definitely wouldn't.
The only thing that could be considered entertainment was the occasional sighting of pirate flags on the sea.
Load the shells, aim at the target, and fire, all in one go.
The warship immediately changed direction and chased the pirate ship, bombarding it indiscriminately.
Borsalino stepped on the cannonball and flew directly to the pirate ship. As the gunfire exploded, he also arrived on the deck of the pirate ship, like a shark landing in a school of sardines, causing a panic and chaos.
The flying squirrel gave orders in an orderly manner: "Pay attention to the wind direction! Cooperate with Admiral Kizaru to sink the pirate ship. And you, stay on the deck."
The player who was ordered to remain in the safe area of the warship folded his fingers, his face half illuminated by the gunfire, and gazed into the distance: "This sea is still too calm."
Flying squirrel: “…”
Some time had passed since the last time we replenished our supplies, and the outline of the island finally came into view again.
The island's unique architecture and the overwhelming atmosphere of prosperity became clearer as the warship approached.
"This is the country known as 'The Land of Love and Passion for Toys'..." Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel said in a deep voice, his expression unchanged, "—Dressrosa."
"It's also the territory of Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."
The navy does not restrict players on which island to disembark, and they can also choose to follow the warship to the final destination - Marinford.
The navy landed on the island to resupply the warships. The player followed Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel off the ship.
As soon as I set foot on the island, I immediately felt the lively atmosphere of Dressrosa. The streets were bustling with people, and mature women in tropical dresses inviting people to dance could be seen everywhere. The nose was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers.
The little soldiers in the shape of nutcrackers were lined up in an orderly manner, carrying guns and patrolling in an orderly manner.
This is Dressrosa.
The player stood in the middle of the road, staring blankly at everything in front of him.
Plush dolls were sold holding baskets filled with flowers, dolls shaped like ballerinas performed solos, and clown boxes bounced around...
This is... love and passion in the land of toys.
"The king is going on a trip--!!!" The crowd not far away became inexplicably agitated, and someone shouted loudly.
This seemed to be a signal, immediately attracting the attention of everyone nearby. They all faced the same direction and expressed their respect for the "King" enthusiastically in straightforward language.
"Your Majesty!" The voices of men, women, young and old mixed together, warmly welcoming the king they were talking about.
Countless flowers were thrown high into the air and scattered into a striking and romantic sea of flowers.
The crowds inside and outside blocked the player's view completely. The player looked left and right, but could not find any space to squeeze into. He could only vaguely see a hint of pink.
The player turned to look at the Vice Admiral standing next to him, and the flying squirrel also felt his coat being gently tugged.
"Mr. Flying Squirrel, can you lift me up?" The player pointed in the direction where the crowd was cheering the loudest, staring at him eagerly, "So I can see what's going on inside."
The opponent's height advantage was perfectly demonstrated at this time.
The flying squirrel looked at her, but not only did he not move, he raised his hand and pressed the player's raised hand down: "Don't be so conspicuous."
Eh, rejected?
It doesn't matter, players can use the Death Flame to fly up and take a look...
The player's shoulders sank. The flying squirrel didn't apply much pressure on her shoulders, keeping the pressure light enough to prevent her from breaking free.
Without taking his eyes off Doflamingo, who was making a grand entrance in the distance, he warned the players, "Behave yourself."
Finally, he got what he wanted and saw the king's true face.
The other party's ceremonial procession was very grand, with his cadres accompanying him closely. The residents who were nearby stepped aside to leave enough space for the visitors to pass.
The surrounding residents dispersed on their own initiative, and the scene that was completely blocked by the figure in front suddenly became clear.
The man with flamboyant sunglasses on his face had short light blond hair and was wearing a flamboyant pink feather coat. He bent one leg and sat boldly on the head of a mount of unknown type.
An exaggerated and evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the five fingers of his hand resting on his knee were bent. The translucent silk thread controlled one of the flowers thrown to him by the people earlier. The petals were torn off by the silk thread and shredded by him. He threw them into the air casually, and they exploded and scattered like fireworks, causing the people around him to exclaim.
Player: Watch...
"Hey, that person..."
The player suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at Doflamingo, who was in the center of the crowd - a little to his side.
"He is Doflamingo, the ruler of this country." Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel thought the player was talking about Doflamingo and said in a deep voice.
The player's actions attracted the attention of Doflamingo in front. Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel frowned even more tightly and pulled the player behind him subtly.
Doflamingo, who was casually manipulating the threads, turned his head towards them with some awareness, a smile on his face unchanged. It was impossible to tell where his gaze was directed behind his sunglasses.
The hand on the player's shoulder tightened a little. Since they were close to each other, Fushimi Kyo could feel that the flying squirrel's body was in a tense state.
Fushimi Kyoji did not withdraw his gaze.
He calmly looked at Doflamingo - the being beside him - from a distance.
One of the translucent spirits surrounding Doflamingo: a ghost with detailed facial features, hair color, and clothing.
The player looked at it and tried to identify it.
Hmm...it seems like they were the marines who died tragically at the hands of Doflamingo.
[Psychic] is on, which means that players can even use skills on him.
The giant ghost, whose height was comparable to Doflamingo's, was also stunned by the player's intense gaze. The moment he realized that the player could see him, his face showed an especially vivid change of expression.
"Hehehe..." A low, strange laugh was heard, and Doflamingo disappeared from his mount. The next moment, he flashed in front of the two of them, a hypocritical upward arc on his lips. "I just heard my subordinates report that the admiral's warship has docked. I didn't expect Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel to be there too."
His smile remained undimmed, and his unfathomable aura pressed down indiscriminately: "Does Marshal Zhan Guo have any instructions that I need to convey?"
"Marshal Sengoku hasn't issued any instructions. This landing is to resupply the warships," Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel remained calm, his tall figure almost completely obscuring the players behind him. He replied coldly and businesslike, "Admiral Kizaru headed towards the palace first. I didn't expect you to appear outside at this time."
Out of Doflamingo's sight, he silently grasped the player's wrist, and with his rough fingertips, which bore tiny scars, he wrote the word "Careful" on the player's palm, stroke by stroke.
"Mr. Flying Squirrel." The player blinked and suddenly spoke.
The flying squirrel's heart skipped a beat.
Player: "Why are you touching my hand?"
Flying Squirrel: ...this child
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The author has something to say: Dover's appearance:
Walking on two legs - so close to the people ×
Hanging a cloud swing with a string - the people below can only see the butt, and it looks like Spider-Man.
Traveling on a mount - in line with the habits of the Celestial Dragons√
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