He Comes From the Void

"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" Graves swam to the bottom of the boat again and grabbed Destiny, then aimed his gun at the iron hooks.

Of course he was bluffing, and the fate of entering the water was useless.

The minions also saw that Graves was already a strong outsider, so they formed a circle without any scruples, and surrounded the two of them yelling.

A frenzied flash of light and shadow flashed by, and Graves's heart tightened - Drizzt disappeared, and he didn't know where he was teleported.

He slipped away anyway.

Well, it's like this every time.

Graves sneered, like an old dog who refused to admit defeat, raised the butt of his gun and smashed the nose of the guy in front of him, and was quickly beaten by others in the water.

"Man..." Drizzt, who appeared on the deck, stopped the rope he was about to throw when he saw this scene.

He had planned to teleport himself to the deck, then drop the rope and pull Graves up again.

But forget it.

Where can I escape in this vast sea? Doing this is nothing more than struggling again to delay time, whether it is Graves or him, they will eventually be captured by Planck.

"Come on again, can you beat people? My mother is stronger than you, and she died a few months ago." Graves said with a big tongue, spitting blood from his teeth and mouth.

Bang—a fist the size of a sandbag hit Graves in the eye socket.

Graves was still talking hard, and Drizzt couldn't bear to look.

He didn't see the thug's movement at all, so he fell face up into the water, the severe pain exploded in every joint all over his body, and finally passed out.

The hooks dragged Graves into the boat and escorted him back to the Hades.

He was beaten violently by the thugs, and then he was handcuffed with pig iron handcuffs with his arms behind his back. He was lifted up again with his arms pinched, and finally knelt down in front of Planck.

A pockmarked pirate behind him held Graves back and prevented him from getting on his stomach.

His eyes were swollen and out of focus, and the tall figure in front of him seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, suddenly getting closer and then far away.

Plank stepped forward, grabbed Graves by the hair, lifted his head, and looked at himself with vacant eyes.

"It's really kind. Two of my ships and dozens of people were destroyed. These losses are counted on your head. You have to work for me until you die. But now it's impossible."

He stood up and turned his back: "I am not an unreasonable person, and I will not force others to bow their knees in front of me. What I want is just a little respect. But you two, how dare you ride in front of me?" Shit on my neck. Unforgivable."

Upon hearing this, his men began to gather around, like a pack of hungry hyenas finally waiting for their chance to eat.

Graves kept his mouth shut. He wouldn't beg for mercy, not even die.

Seeming to have seen his plan, Plank said: "You will not die in my hands, someone will call for your life."

Graves used his lead-filled head to think, but still couldn't think of the great god who could make Planck obedient, and he had offended too many people.

"Get ready for a thousand years of captivity," Planck said, and the general thugs laughed.

A thousand years of life would be worse than death... Graves thought he knew that it was the sea witch who called his life.

Plank nodded to one of the crew members, and the kid walked up to Graves, and groped all over him, even the crotch, as if searching for something.

Then he looked at Plank, shaking his head.

"Where's the crown of the abyss?" Plank's face was gloomy, staring at Graves' scalp numbly.

"At Drizzt's place, he has already slipped away with the baby alone, you don't even want to get it." Graves said with a smile, his body shaking uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding.

"Really?" Planck also smiled, meaningfully.

The thugs dragged Graves by his feet and headed down towards the mast of the Hades. With the sails burned, the masts were bare, and Graves saw a butcher standing on them.

The butcher hooked a huge fishhook to the mast, and Graves's eyelids twitched, keenly aware of what was about to happen—he would be hooked like a skinned moray eel.

Graves was put on the mast bit by bit, approaching the hook, and the threat in Planck's words was more terrifying than the death he thought.

"Rusty fishhooks will go from your jaw to your mouth, and you won't die right away, at least until the next day. But tonight, you'll be hanging from a crane on a slaughterhouse dock, swarms of docks The big mouse approached you with its blood-red fangs, gnawed on your toes with its needle-like slender teeth, and splashed the fungus-laden saliva on the ground, making you miserable. But it’s not over yet, the pus and blood from the wound It will fill your throat, and every instinctive swallow will involve the wound and cause severe pain. Gradually, you will feel difficult to breathe, and finally choke to death."

Plank changed the subject and looked at Graves: "Do you think Drizzt will watch you die in such pain?"

"You think too much about Cui Zi." Looking at the approaching fishhook, Graves sneered without changing his expression: "The last time he abandoned me, he made me rot in prison for ten years. But I have been outside for so long. Such a selfish person, you still expect him to save me? You are still too young..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of light and shadow, and Drizzt appeared on the deck of the Nether Abyss out of thin air.

The thugs all raised their weapons. He held the golden sea serpent crown in one hand, and coughed twice with his other hand clenched into his mouth.

"Ahem, I heard someone talking bad about me as soon as I came here."

"Get out! You idiot, what are you doing back here!" Graves growled, without the slightest embarrassment of being slapped in the face.

He was more annoyed that Drizzt had come from throwing a trap than deserting him, and the son of a bitch should have run as far away as possible and never looked back.

"You don't appreciate me coming to save you." Drizzt had already sworn that he would never abandon Graves, not to mention that Graves was just caught by Planck in order to save him who was almost drowning. He was needed more.

"Who wants you to save it, you bastard!" Graves put it down again, slamming wildly on the ground like a fish just landed, cursing and swearing, all kinds of vile and vulgar words emerged endlessly.

Drizzt smiled wryly, he didn't get you out of prison last time, but he was hated for ten years and was almost killed by you.

He is very clear that they have an amazing commonality in this point, that is, what they say and what they think are completely opposite.

Thinking about it in another way, if he was caught by Plank, he was extremely sure that Graves would come to rescue him, no matter how many opponents there were.

Even if it is the god of death, he will save him from the scythe.

Moreover, he didn't feel any distress at exchanging a broken crown for Graves. They've all been tested, and the crown is a useless fake, worthless.

Although they will probably be caught by Planck in the end after being rescued, at least they have to try!

"It's really touching, but let's think about what excuses we can use to fight the sea witch for a reduced sentence." The ignored Lord Plank suddenly spoke, which made both of them calm down a lot.

Drizzt approached the crossbar and held up the crown high: "Let Graves go, or I'll throw this hapless crown into the sea, and no one will get it!"