The sea breeze blew through the cable pulled by the sails of the dragon-class battleship, a white seagull with a somewhat panicked attitude, retracted its wings and landed on the high mast of the dragon-class battleship, the port was full of people running back and forth to extinguish the fire, the scene was extremely chaotic, the seagull did not know what was happening in the harbor, instinctively hovering in the air for a while, and finally chose the fleet mast two hundred meters away from the sea, compared with the terrible place where the flames were bubbling, these huge battleships were obviously more reassuring to it

'Thirty minutes to go, order the fleet to prepare for the attack!'" Dustrenkay withdrew his gaze from the scale on the table, and he shouted impatiently to the adjutant standing at the door, then straightened his collar and stepped out of his command cabin,

The situation on the sea has changed, because there are too many shipwrecks in the harbor, and the waves mixed with debris pour back from the direction of the harbor, and hit the side floor of the fleet, the broken wood of the battleship, the corpses of pirates, all kinds of debris, mixed with the floating and sinking in the sea, densely packed with a large area,

The fleet quietly observed the harbor in the distance, the flames had basically been extinguished, but in the direction near the exit, the entire row of buildings was burned black by the fire, even if it was two hundred meters away, it could clearly feel the feeling of burning the soul, like a huge black flip, reflected on the creature called the port,

Very miserable picture, the loss of the other party is definitely more than a thousand, Dustromkai put down the lookout in his hand with a calm face, these are not what he needs to worry about, such a tragic scene is not the first time for him, in the sea battle in the south of Doude, more tragic scenes are also commonplace, in essence, Dustromkai's character has a kind of casualness belonging to the Dustan family, spoof. Even a little arrogant, but as a soldier, he also has a keen and unusual eye and a ruthless combat style. "Commander, the leader of the Ruhr squadron is still up there, if he gives the order to attack, will it ......" Next to him, the adjutant who had just delivered the order returned with a look of hesitation, "This shouldn't be a big problem!" Dustrunkai stared at the distance with slightly narrowed eyes, and said in an indifferent tone, "Ruhr's predecessor was a pirate, even if the other party will not surrender." But we should not embarrass him, on the contrary, our blind tolerance and delay will make it difficult for him to persuade him to surrender, and an appropriate display of force will make it clear to the other side that there is only one end to stubborn resistance, and that is death! If they don't surrender, I don't mind bombing the entire port into the sky, and then sending an elite army to clean up the remnants of the enemy on the island. Hang their heads on shelves one by one."

The change of fleet on the sea soon caused panic among the pirates on the island, who saw the warships that had been stationary in the distance begin to move slowly, and then the huge decks on the sides. Suddenly flipped outward like scales, the scene could be called spectacular and eerie, with a total of more than two hundred and fifty guns, and the muzzles of Thor, which had been cooled and reloaded, were pushed out by the sailors.

Thor's back seat was held in place with sturdy iron cables, and rows of black and dark gun muzzles slowly lifted in the direction of the harbor. It's like Thor's hammer, which is brewing to accumulate power, with an aura of death and destruction, even a fool can see that it is a precursor to an imminent all-out attack,

"Mom!"

Outside the attic of the conference hall, a small pirate leader ran up the stairs leading to the conference hall with a pale face, because he ran too fast, he fell at the door, scratched his nose, and his face was covered with blood, and as soon as he ran into the conference hall, he immediately shouted, "Quick, go and report to Lord Roberio, the enemy is about to start a full-scale attack!"

His loud and somewhat panicked voice almost word-for-word reached the ears of everyone in the council hall, and the people who were arguing in the council hall suddenly quieted down, among these people, some people mentioned surrender, and some people mentioned resistance, "I think there should be a decision! Otherwise, it will be a dead end to continue" A red Angelin stood up from her seat with a proud figure, her charming and slender eyes, and the light flashed to sweep everyone's ugly faces, and said shrewdly" I don't care what you decide, I'm not going to die here, I'm not a human being, there's no need to get involved in the grudge against your Obaros, I'll send someone to negotiate with them right now" "Miss Angeline, do you think the other side will take care of this? For them, this island is full of enemies, and the best way for us to unite and wait for reinforcements from the Duchy is to stay together!"

Viscount Miklar, who resolutely resisted, smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, in this case, he couldn't care whether he offended people or not, if the pirates decided to surrender, the first person to be executed must be himself, under the surface of lust and guilt, how could he not be panicked, but he was cunning and changeable by nature, and he was calm in trouble, otherwise he would not have been given such a position by the Duchy of Normandy, and he could deal with murderous pirates, at least he was a very courageous person" Since I can send someone to negotiate, I naturally have the conditions for the other party to agree, and you don't have to worry about this!" Angeline's cold face showed a mocking smile, "Don't forget, I have on my hands, but there are also 2,000 Salander female slaves that you and our Gang Fei Empire just traded, I believe that with this exchange condition alone, the other party will agree to let me go safely, as for you, ask for more blessings!"

After Angeline finished speaking, she turned around and left the conference hall without looking back, "This woman ...... It's so damning!"

Looking at the back of Angeline leaving, Viscount Miklar's teeth were itching, his fingers were clenched together under the table, and he was slightly white because of excessive force, what he was most worried about was this, these smugglers with their own interests would never coexist with the island, and as long as one person chooses to compromise, the people behind will follow suit, and they will flee for their lives when disaster comes. "If you want to say that, I also have a group of about 500 Salander slaves in my hands!" Sure enough, another smuggler got up from his seat and said with some apologies, "Yes, if you continue to rub it off like this, you will die!" More people stood up and were soon opposite the seven pirates. Only Viscount Miglar and the mercenary leader Valre, dressed in tungsten iron chain mail, were left.

The one-eyed mercenary leader looked left and right at the empty seat with an apologetic expression, and slowly got up from his seat, "It seems that I should also go, if there is anything wrong with it, please forgive me!" But in this case, it is the most important thing to be able to survive" "Valray, I will pay 10,000 gold coins, as long as you hold on until the reinforcements of the principality arrive!" Viscount Michral said with an anxious expression, in his eyes, Valray was the last straw, but unfortunately this life-saving straw said helplessly" Even if you give me 100,000 gold coins, I can't use 200 people against 5,000 people!"

"Surrender, no matter what, we can still live!" said the pirate leader Roberio, with a firm mind, "You cowards, the Duchy will not let you go!" Viscount Michral angrily got up from his seat and walked towards the door of the conference hall with a flick of his hand, when a thin figure stopped in front of him, "Lord Viscount, where are you going?" Zabile looked at him with a sneer, his slender eyes showing a chill that made people feel "What do you want to do? I am the Viscount of the Duchy of Normandy!" A true nobleman" Viscount Michral's face changed, he pretended to arrange his sleeves, and asked with a pretended calm on his face, "If you dare to do anything to me, as soon as the army of the principality arrives, you will leave no chickens and dogs!" "Don't do anything, it's just that everyone else has gifts, and we don't have anything to take it for, I'm afraid we can't talk about it!" Zabilie's smiling monkey face made it sound so harsh. Why don't you ask Your Excellency the Viscount to help us, it's just a small gift, and it won't be too much pain, I promise, just a little bit, absolutely neat, and your master, the noble Duke of Normandy, will definitely be moved by Your Excellency's determination to protect the island desperately!" "Bastards, you damn despicable and shameless and obscene embryos! You ......" Viscount Michal's face turned pale and retreated, he didn't know what these pirates wanted to do at the moment, it would be a fool, "Your Excellency, please shut up"

The sea monkey Zabilie sneered at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a sharp short knife from the wall, and approached Viscount Miklael in the corner step by step, and said with a murderous look on his face, "Compared with your honorable Duke of Normandy, we can be regarded as poor worms who live in the cracks, if it comes to despicability and shamelessness, Lord Duke is more suitable for these wonderful words!" "You dare to slander Lord Duke...... Ah......h

A cold light shot from Zabire's hand stopped Viscount Miklar's fierce scolding, and the short knife shot into the viscount's chest, and the bright red blood gushed out from the wound like a plum blossom, wetting the viscount's high-end smooth clothes,

"You'll regret it!" At the moment when he fell down holding on to the window frame, Viscount Miklaal gradually lost his pupils of life breath and looked at the sea in the distance, which was the direction of the Duchy of Normandy

In his mind before he died, countless fragments of memory were shaking, "Miklar, I need you to do something, from today onwards, you will no longer be my bodyguard, are you willing to be the shadow of the principality?" In a slightly dark room, the 40-year-old Duke looked at the ocean in the distance with his hands behind his back, and asked in a sharp voice, "Yes, I do!" A spirited young man half-knelt on the ground and replied aloud without hesitation, and a silver knight's scabbard lay silently on the ground, the ruby on it shimmering with a dark and red luster like a flame, like a beating heart (to be continued). )