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Bilgewater

Standing on the dock of Bilgewater again, Zhou Xian looked at the rough sea with a frown on his face. Gangplank once ruled this port city with an iron fist. Although he was ruthless, he managed to maintain order on the surface. Now that he is dead, Bilgewater is like a wild horse without a bridle, and has fallen into chaos.

Pirates frequently fought for territory. On the sea, dilapidated ships collided with each other, the sound of gunfire was deafening, and the air was filled with smoke. Zhou Xian saw some pirate ships being hit by artillery fire, blazing with fire, and the crew struggling in the sea of ​​fire. On the dock, people were in a hurry, with fear and worry on their faces. Most of the taverns and shops that were once bustling are now closed, and only a few brave ones are still barely open.

Zhou Xian crossed his arms over his chest, the sea breeze blowing and lifting his clothes. He looked at the fighting on the sea with cold eyes. Although he knew that the chaos was caused by him, he was not too upset. Bilgewater was like a pot of boiling poisonous soup, and the law of the jungle was a deep-rooted rule here.

But not every place is Demacia, where there is a strict order and code of honor. But not here. Here, fists and guns are the hard truth.

"After meeting Leblanc in Noxus, we can go to Demacia to have a look."

Zhou Xian raised his head slightly, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself. The sea breeze with a salty and humid smell blew in his face, ruffling his hair in front of his forehead. Thinking of the cunning and mysterious face of the enchantress, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. The meeting with the enchantress must be full of variables and dangers.

But soon, his thoughts drifted to Demacia again. He was full of yearning for that land shrouded in magic taboos, especially the mysterious Forbidden Magic Forest. When he thought of the world runes in it, his eyes sparkled with excitement. Although he knew that he might provoke the powerful bald man, he had no intention of backing down.

Zhou Xian was immersed in the whirlpool of thoughts when suddenly the deafening sound of gunfire stopped, as if it was cut off by an invisible hand. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sea curiously. He saw that the originally calm sea suddenly became agitated, as if it was angered by some powerful force.

In a blink of an eye, the waves were raging like a giant black python, with white waves rising high and crashing down heavily. Not far away, a huge whirlpool was forming at an alarming speed, and the sea water was spinning wildly, making a terrifying whistling sound. The whirlpool was like a huge black hole, seeming to swallow up everything around it.

"It's the Deep Sea Titan!"

There were screams coming from the coast, the deep-sea titan among the four terrifying legends of Hong Kong.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xian looked up and saw that the sea water was surging violently in the center of the whirlpool, and a huge figure was slowly emerging.

That is the Deep Sea Titan, a legendary being in the Four Great Terrors of the Big Sea. According to legend, it is the embodiment of the sea's wrath, and it has an absolute deterrent power over those who do not fear the sea. Countless ships and lives have been dragged mercilessly into the cold deep sea by its wrath, becoming the dead souls at the bottom of the sea.

At this moment, the Titan's huge body broke out of the water, covered with thick carapace, like a black mountain. Its eyes flashed with a faint green light, revealing endless coldness and murderous intent. Its sturdy limbs paddled in the water, and each time it stirred up huge waves. Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the behemoth rising from the deep sea with interest. The insight given to him by the death rule allowed him to easily capture the fluctuations of the human soul in the deep-sea Titan. Unlike the pure soul form he was familiar with in the past, this soul was so closely integrated with the cold steel that it seemed like one body.

The soul seemed to be beating regularly in the steel body, emitting a strange and complex aura. Zhou Xian smiled and muttered to himself: "Interesting, interesting."

The huge body of the Deep Sea Titan roamed the sea wantonly, and its sturdy limbs easily grabbed the pirate ships that were fighting, crushing them like toys, and dragged them and the pirates on the ships into the bottomless sea. The sea surged, the waves crashed against the shore, and the people on the coast screamed in fear.

Zhou Xian stood on the shore, his arms folded across his chest, watching all this quietly. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a gleam of excitement. The soul fused with steel in the Titan's body was like an open mysterious book to him, full of unknown charm.

The corners of Zhou Xian's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He carefully observed the special soul in the deep-sea Titan's body, expecting to discover more mysteries about the soul from it.

I don't know how long it took, but the deafening roar and the roar of the sea gradually subsided. The violent wind also withdrew its violence, leaving only a gentle sea breeze, as if soothing the sea that had just experienced a bloody baptism. The deep-sea titan had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a messy sea surface.

Countless broken pieces of ships floated on the water, broken planks, twisted iron frames, and sails that had not yet completely sunk to the bottom of the water, silently telling of the tragic battle that had taken place here. The broken planks swayed gently with the waves, occasionally colliding with each other, making a dull sound. The seawater was dyed dark red, a mixture of blood and oil, which was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

Zhou Xian was still standing on the shore, his eyes swept across the messy sea calmly, without any ripples in his heart. To him, this was just another scene he had experienced in this dangerous sea.

He turned around and walked towards the city of Bilgewater, his steps steady and firm, as if nothing that had just happened had affected him at all. He had already understood the special soul state of the deep-sea titan, and he had no plans to stay here anymore, as the fishy smell in the port was too strong.

In the following days, Zhou Xian's footprints were left in every street and alley of Bilgewater. He shuttled through the noisy and chaotic market, avoiding those malicious eyes, and lingered among the stalls filled with strange and bizarre things. He found mysterious stone pieces that glowed in the dark, and fragments of nautical charts that were said to be from ancient shipwrecks, and each of them made him very interested.

A few days passed quickly, and when he felt that he had explored the city enough, he decided to set off. He hired a reliable boat and said goodbye to this port full of chaos and opportunities.

The boat moved forward in the waves. After who knows how many sunrises and moonsets, the towering spires of Piltover gradually appeared in sight. In stark contrast to the chaos of Bilgewater, Piltover was famous for its advanced technology and orderly order.

(End of this chapter)