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　　A member of the Royal Family of Ryugu Castle on Fishman Island, Princess Otohime! !

　　"Lord Morgans, I really didn't expect that Princess Otohime, who had never left Fishman Island in her whole life, would come to Dressrosa..."

　　Behind him, his deputy Ryder couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.

　　The graceful and luxurious Princess Yiji slowly moved forward under the guards and protection of the fish-man islands. Standing at the forefront to open the way, it was the "Sea Hero" Jinping who had just given up the position of the king's Qiwuhai.

　　Pairs of eyes stared at the legendary figure of Princess Otoji, but she didn't realize it, and her eyes slowly came to the front of the tall statue with incomparably complicated eyes.

　　She stopped and lifted her head.

　　"Mr. Tiger, Otoji represents all the murlocs, thank you for everything you have done!"

　　When the words fell, she bent down and bowed deeply towards the statue in front of her.

　　When she raised her head, her eyes were already flushed, and tears blurred her cheeks.

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Chapter 689

　　The wind was mournful, and the drizzle obscured the world's vision.

　　The central square of Dressrosa was completely silent, as quiet as a tomb where the whole world was buried.

　　More and more people from all over the world who came to pay their respects to Fisher Tiger have arrived on time, and under the leadership of NEO's new navy soldiers, they entered the area around the central square in an orderly manner.

　　These people have different identities, all three religions and nine streams.

　　Some of them are great thieves who have fallen into trouble,

　　Some are sinister businessmen roaming the black market,

　　Some are killers who lick blood with a knife,

　　Some are dignitaries and officials of certain countries...

　　But at this moment, they all forgot their identities and camps, quietly maintaining absolute silence in the crowd.

　　A solemn and condensed atmosphere filled the entire central square at this moment.

　　In the drizzle, the cold breeze was blowing, causing everyone to narrow their eyes involuntarily.

　　Then--

　　Woohoo! !

　　The distant and tragic bugle sounds melodiously rang out from the Wangzhi Heights, which was far away, and came from afar.

　　The low, heroic note, like a dying army horn, gives people a resolute and heroic attitude.

　　In this touching bugle sound, the moist and beautiful eyes of Princess Yiji froze slightly, as if looking at the statue that stood motionless in the wind and rain, as if it had come to life at this moment, the hand held high The torch that was lifted, the heroic gesture, leaped in front of him.

　　The rain wet the statue and slid down the statue's face like tears.

　　One after another figure slowly appeared.

　　Wearing plain black clothes and holding black umbrellas in their hands, they walked quietly to the center of the square, standing still.

　　All recognize their identities.

　　This is a member of NEO's new Navy Supreme Council.

　　They are the real bigwigs who hold the largest army and righteous force in this sea!

　　The black-haired boy at the head is naturally their marshal, the person in charge of this funeral, Roy.

　　The nine people lined up, and then all bowed deeply towards the tall statue.

　　After a while,

　　The nine slowly turned around and shot.

　　Roy handed the umbrella in his hand to a security officer behind him and took a step forward.

　　His expression was incomparably solemn and solemn, revealing an obvious sadness, and his lips were pressed together tightly.

　　Then he spoke.

　　"Welcome guests from all over the world and appreciate your respect for Mr. Fisher Tiger."

　　"Here, I, Roy, in the name of NEO's new admiral, would like to express my deep gratitude to all the gentlemen who have worked tirelessly."

　　Saying that, he also bowed to everyone.

　　"I remember very well the first time I saw Mr. Fisher Tiger."

　　Roy paused and continued.

　　His eyes were slightly dazed, as if caught in the memories of the past, and his tone gradually became distant and low, and gradually drifted into the distance.

　　"That's Dragon Palace Castle on Fishman Island."

　　"At that time, I had just escaped from the Impelton Prison in the Advance City, and in the Chambord Archipelago, with dozens of people, I boldly announced to the whole world the formation of a new NEO navy to promote true justice... ··"

　　"But although I boasted about Haikou at the time, I actually had no confidence in my heart. Dozens of prisoners didn't even have a gun in their hands, and broke into the new world with a second-hand boat I bought together. To put it bluntly, there is no difference between courting death."

　　Having said this, Roy smiled self-deprecatingly.

　　Countless people in the central square also laughed in good faith.

　　Naturally, they have seen the announcement of the formation of the NEO new navy in the Chambord Islands, and they are very clear about the difficulties of Roy's road to the blue, and they are also deeply shocked that the new NEO navy can develop and grow to the level it is today. .

　　"But when I met Mr. Fisher Tiger for the first time, he didn't despise me, who was so down at the time, but gave me the greatest respect and honesty."

　　Roy gradually restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was solemn.

　　"Mr. Tiger at the time, he told me a secret."

　　"A secret that could decide his life or death."

　　"He has a blood-red tattoo mark on his body."

　　"Yes, I believe everyone present, you have already guessed that the blood-colored brand is the rumored "Flying Dragon's Hoof"!"

　　The moment the voice fell, everyone in the venue immediately took a breath, and the crowd instantly boiled!

　　Dragon's Hoof! !

　　The people present knew very well what this tattoo mark meant.

　　Anyone with a "flying dragon's hoof" brand on their body,

　　All imply a fact -

　　No matter what their original identity is, no matter what background, origin, race they have...

　　From the moment the dragon's hoof was branded, everything in the past had nothing to do with them.

　　They have only one identity...

　　That is the private property of the world noble Tianlong people!

　　Fisher Tiger... turned out to be a slave of the Draco! !

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Chapter 690

　　The wind is getting stronger and the rain is getting colder.

　　There was a dead silence at the funeral.

　　Everyone present was full of horror, and they stared at the Admiral with a tragic expression, as if a huge wave was set off in their hearts.

　　Fisher Tiger, the world-famous leader of the murlocs, was once a slave in the hands of the world's aristocratic Heavenly Dragons! !

　　No one will believe this information if it comes out of anyone's mouth.

　　The Tianlong people control the slaves in their hands to the death, and they do not allow anyone to be contaminated at all.

　　It's not that there are no slaves trying to escape from the hands of the Tianlong people, but in the end, those slaves who try to escape will be found by the strict guards, and then they will be put to an extremely cruel death sentence.

　　Even if there is a lucky probability, the slaves escaped by luck, and it is impossible to develop a new life.

　　Because the indelible mark of "Flying Dragon's Hoof" branded on their bodies will be their mark for the rest of their lives.

　　Anyone who finds such a mark on their body will report it to the officials of the World Government. If they hide it, they will also be severely and cruelly punished.

　　But such information came from Roy's mouth, and people had to believe it.

　　Because he didn't have to make up such a thing.

　　Hearing the news that was destined to be earth-shattering, even Morgans, an old Jianghu who was in a storm, could hardly maintain the calm expression on his face, and his eyebrows twitched tightly.

　　"I really didn't expect...that Fisher Tiger was actually a slave of the Draconians ¨' ."

　　"This explains why he would go back to the Red Earth Continent and save the slaves in that place despite everything and even giving his life."

　　Morgans murmured softly with emotion.

　　After waiting for the countless people present to slowly digest this shocking news, Roy continued bitterly:

　　"Faced with a stranger like me, a stranger who he has never met and who has only heard my name..."

　　"Mr. Tiger told me about his past very frankly."

　　"Three years!"

　　"He was once captured by the minions of the World Government and sent to the Holy Land Mary Joa to become a slave to be played and tortured by the Dragons, and spent three years like hell without dignity and personality!"

　　Having said that, Roy's eyes shot out with angry sparks.

　　"If you didn't experience it personally, no one would understand how Mr. Fisher Tiger survived those years..."

　　"It's just that, unlike countless other slaves who are as helpless and desperate as him, he is very lucky and not hard."