Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Slow, silent, firm.

　　The expedition team walked in the water pipe for about fifteen minutes, and then came to a new cave.

　　 The dark hole can not see the content, like a fierce beast with its mouth wide open enough to swallow the entire world, waiting for food to come to the door to fill its belly.

　　 The team stopped at the entrance of the cave.

　　 "Acharin, check if the cave wall here is the same as the tunnel, don't disturb others."

　　 Ya Charin nodded silently.

　　 Lorraine and Henna took the torches from the sailors, each with two torches, and walked into the cave side by side, holding them high.

　　 Reflected in the fire, Lorraine saw the smooth, almost milky white rock wall, still in the shape of the egg-like echo wall. It's just that this hole is much larger than the fluorescent hole in front. Standing at the entrance, you can't see the situation in the hole at all with the four torches.

　　 The two walked along the wall, and after a short walk, they saw an artificial creation on the wall.

　　 It was a torch, supported by a rough iron frame on the stone wall, the oil cloth on the torch was scorched black, it seemed to burn, but it never burned out.

　　 "Henna, did we bring kerosene?"

　　 "Just in case, bring some."

　　 "Ask the two sailors to make some torch-wrapped linen. I have a hunch that we are at the end."

　　 Lorraine’s needs were quickly met, and the sailor carefully wrapped the tarp around the torch, drew the fire, and immediately lit up a whole world.

　　 They dispersed in two directions, one left and the other followed the cave wall to find a circle, lighting up a full forty-eight torches, and illuminating the huge cave like a small theater.

　　 Lorraine saw a white hole!

The walls of the 　　dong are white, and the center is also white.

　　The white center is a gentle sand dune nearly three meters high with quartz sand, on which is sprinkled with scattered gold coins and gold objects, the higher it goes, the denser it is.

　　 At the top of the sand dunes, the gold ware has been piled up into contiguous pieces. Among the large pieces of gold is placed a strange and old wooden chair with a tall carved pillar.

　　 A skeleton horse sits on a chair with a golden sword, wearing a golden helmet on his head and a long sword at his waist.

　　 His legs spread out and his back leaned forward. The left palm supports the left knee, and the left foot is stepped on gold. The right arm rests on the right leg, the right leg is slightly higher, and the foot is stepping on a giant ballista in a hideous style.

　　 The skeleton of a giant bear is accompanied by the side of the throne, with its limbs curled up, and its head sleeping peacefully.

　　 There are also four sturdy skeletons with silver helmets kneeling under the throne, facing the king and the giant bear. They are self-determined, and the only thing left is the skeleton, and the rusty Viking sword is still inserted in the chest.

　　 Henna stared at all this blankly, her emerald eyes filled with confusion: "This is... the king's tomb?"

　　 "This is where Inge Arnaxon was buried." Lorraine said softly, "My ancestor, the wolf of the king of Iceland, Inge Arnaxon."

"how do you know?"

Lorraine raised his hand to the tall carved pillar like a flagpole behind the throne: "Did you see that pillar? It is called the Throne Pillar. For the Vikings in the tribal period, it was a symbol of the tribe’s rights, chiefs. Put the pillars behind your throne, and put the throne on your long boat, and cross the ocean to plunder wealth."

"According to the legend, Inge’s long ship sailed near Iceland, and his pillars fell from the ship. According to Viking tradition, the place where the pillars landed is where the tribe lived, so he followed the ocean currents to find pillars and found Iceland. , Became the king of Iceland."

"After him, his family ruled Iceland for three centuries. Every king used the name of Inge as his surname and was called the Inge dynasty. It was not until later that Iceland was conquered by Norway and the descendants who lost their authority restored Asia. The surname of Nelson, until my mother Helena, Helena. Annason passed down the blood to me."

　　 Lorraine narrated slowly, unknowingly, the members of the expedition gathered behind him, full of reverence, and looked at the wolf of king at the top of the sand dune in awe.

　　 Henna asked softly: "You knew he was here?"

"How is it possible." Lorraine smiled bitterly. "When Acharin found the long ship ruins and the Phokes gold coin, I just suspected that Inge used this sea cave as the last burial ground. But I never thought about it. , He actually built a crazy mausoleum here."

　　 "Here...build?"

"White sand, gold tools, and stone troughs surrounding the cave wall..." Lorraine looked at the cave layout in confusion, "He wanted to build a ship city Nootong. But for some reason, he finally failed to My own long boat moved in, and it turned into a relic of the long boat outside the cave. It became a clue for us and Nasbalt to find his tomb."

　　 "A drink and a peck are the will of God." Hina sighed, "What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

　　 Henna pointed at the wolf of king on the sand dune: "This is the tomb of your ancestors."

"You think too much." Lorraine smiled and stretched his lazy waist. "I respect Inge. But I am a pirate's grandson. Even if Inge wakes up and stands in front of me, I can't stop me from taking the treasure. That's me. What the sailors deserve is what they get in exchange for their lives."

　　 This is an official announcement.

　　 Shocking cheers erupted from the expedition, and sailors swarmed up the sand dunes and began to pick up the gold objects scattered everywhere.

　　 The composition of these gold wares is quite complex. There is no system at all from works of art of several centuries BC to ordinary gold coins and ritual vessels of the eighth and nineth centuries. You can see it at a glance. It is the complete summary of Yin Ge's plundering career.

　　 They don’t have boxes for storing gold.

The wooden boxes on the pile of gold decayed with the ages, and rotten when they were pulled. The sailors dumped out medicine packets, ammunition and even kerosene, freeing up two large wooden boxes and a wooden barrel, which were placed as carts. Collect gold objects on the gun cart.

　　 Some people even suggested that the artillery should be taken off as well, a lot of cars should be vacated, and more gold objects should be installed, but this suggestion was rejected by sane companions.

　　 Some people took off their clothes, wrapped them into packages, and wrapped heavy gold around them, too excited.

　　 But from beginning to end, no one touched the bones of the four Viking warriors, and no one disturbed the sleep of Inge and the big bear next to him, even if their feet were stepping on the richest gold.

　　 Lorraine said that he respected Inge Arnason, and the sailors respected their captain, and also respected these seniors who were on the sea from the bottom of their hearts.

　　 Picking up treasures is their right as adventurers, and not disturbing the dead’s sleep is their duty as sailors.

　　 The aroma of harvest filled the cave everywhere, pungent, and the smell of kerosene.

　　 Lorraine and his sailors stood at the entrance of the cave, avoiding the strange smell, smiling and watching the sailors busy on the sand dunes.

　　 Noya casually touched the player with a gold bracelet, her face wrinkled into a ball: "Captain."

"Um?"

　　 "I don't understand a little bit."

"do not understand anything?"

"If this cave is a mausoleum built by Inge Arnason, why are there only five people and a bear? Could it be that they built the mausoleum by themselves? Even if the cave is natural... so much sand and so many gold objects... …And the fishing fork...how many times do they have to move it?"

"The warriors of the silver helmet are not coolies. They are the glorious Viking guards." Lorraine explained with a smile, "Every guard is a slave owner, and Inge is the largest slave owner. The mausoleum was built in those days. There must be hundreds of slaves. He wants to build Nootong, and it is impossible to use only a long ship."

　　 "Where did the other ships go?"

　　 "After so many years, it probably sank. Only when Inge's flagship is dragged onto the rock, can it survive."

　　 "Where have so many slaves gone?"

"this……"

Noya looked serious: "Captain, slave traders like to catch stray Roma. I have heard from the old people in Sarah that once Roma are arrested, they are no longer humans, but the property of the slave owners. "

She waved her arms ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ seemingly unable to find the right words for a while: "Slave owners will not allow their property to leave. Even if they die, they will first execute their own slaves, or put them to death. Treat it as an inheritance and give it to your children and grandchildren. Isn’t this the Viking tradition?"

"almost……"

　　 "If it's about the same... Why can't I see the burial pit of slaves here? Are they all buried in the sand dunes?"

　　 "Sand dunes..."

　　 Lorraine went to look at the sand dunes subconsciously, and in a daze, he seemed to see the soft silver sand move.

　　 He was startled, rubbing his eyes and was about to take a closer look, only for a while, the sand dune suddenly collapsed!

　　 The sand dune collapsed, and the location was directly under the two gold-picking sailors. The sailor fell into the sand hole with a scream, and soon flew out like a baseball, hitting the dome of the cave with a bang, his brain burst and blood rained down.

　　 The calm sand dunes are surging with big waves!

　　 A pure black tail swayed out of the white sand, and with a sharp twitch, it shattered Inge and his loyal guard.

　　 The fishing fork at the foot of Yin Ge flew over like a cannonball, rushing straight at the entrance of the cave, and hitting three sailors who could not evade along the way.

　　 Lorraine flew out and threw the stunned Noya and Yacharin to the ground.

　　 The fishing fork gun flew over their heads and hit the four-pounder gun on the artillery cart. With a bang, they flew left and right.

　　 The huge forest anaconda slowly raised its head from the sand dunes.

　　 More than ten meters long and nearly one meter thick, the soft and dry fine sand slipped from its dark body without leaving any dust on it.

　　 The frightened sailors rushed to the entrance of the cave madly. Lorraine slowly stood up straight, standing against the flow of people and Hina at the entrance of the cave.

　　 "The python coiling around the atrium, Yemen...Jade."