Thor's ship was upwind of the two warring ships, and when the sea was windy, the sail-hoisting "Miss Devalen" sailed like a wild horse galloping on the sea, sailing forward at great speed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Noam—do you want to avoid the ship ahead...... I mean......" Ingvar panicked and ran up to Thor, a few drops of sweat oozing from the side of his head, he raised his arm to wipe the sweat, and looked at Thor and Kratos in front of him like two giants with a disturbed expression.

Thor stared into the distance, and at this time he was still six or seven nautical miles away from the two ships, and according to the speed of the ships under his feet, he was afraid that it would not take him half an hour to catch up.

Naturally, there were also lookout posts on the small boats sailed by the pirates, and it seemed that Thor had also spotted them, and on the wooden planks that had been temporarily erected on the sides of the two ships for commuting, a series of black shadows hurriedly leaned over and shuttled between them, and Thor deduced that the merchant ship was probably more than lucky.

"Catch up—" Thor estimated the size of the pirate ship, which seemed to be not as big as Barria's, and the sailboat could carry up to a hundred people, so the number of pirates on the other side was about seventy or eighty.

There are not only twenty-five brave Sos warriors who are proficient in madness and armed with ring knives on their ship, but also twenty sturdy savage slaves, although they are not berserk and are not professional warriors, there is no barbarian who cannot fight, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

What's more, with Kratos by his side, even if you don't count the dire wolves who have weakened, Thor estimates that these fifty of them will not have a problem dealing with a hundred pirates, and the change of equipment, as well as the professional Thus warriors after training, make the combat effectiveness of the people around Thor the same as when dealing with Barria.

In the case of urgent need for money, and judging that his own advantage is great, Thor doesn't mind playing black and eating black, there has never been a law on the sea, and there is no place more suitable for killing people and destroying corpses than here.

"Yes!" Ingvar saw that Nome had made a decision, and did not hesitate to take the order.

Kratos stood silently beside Thor without saying a word, gently stroking the broadsword pinned to his waist.

Because of his height much higher than that of ordinary barbarians, Kratos still felt too light and small when he used those ring-headed broadswords, which were more than a meter long, and Paladin had to build a giant blade that was nearly two meters thick and heavy for him.

Thor couldn't help but be amazed by this knife, no matter how he looked at this knife, it was a bit unreasonable, the blade was long and thick, and the surface of the knife made of black iron was glowing with cold light, just looking at the back of the knife, which was one and a half fingers wide, you could imagine its heaviness.

The average barbarian warrior would not have wielded it without madness, but in Kratos's hands, he could dance so freely that Thor did not think that this knife could only be used for chopping, even if it was used as a hammer to smash people, relying on its weight to crush people to death.

Perhaps frightened by Thor's unhesitating gesture of rushing towards him, or perhaps seeing the idea of black eating black, the pirates who robbed merchant ships raised a large sail and set anchor for the north when Thor was still about three or four nautical miles away from them.

"Damn it—these cunning guys!" Thor slammed his hand on the side of the ship, groaning that he shouldn't have rushed over so strongly.

Pirates are the shrewdest of the seas, they are the most cunning hunters, they will rush to the smell of blood, and they will not dwell on the slightest danger of something wrong.

"What now?" Kratos tilted his head and looked down at Thor, a look of regret on his face, his bones were a little itchy after a hearty battle for too long.

"Inform Ingvar that the course remains the same, and that we will go to the merchant ship and have a look—" Sighing deeply, Thor watched the nimble pirate ship fade away, Thor knew that he could not catch up, and besides, to pursue the pirates in unfamiliar waters.

Ten minutes later, the side of the "Miss Devallen" brushed the stern of the large merchant ship, and Thor led the men up to the deck to take a look around.

In the cabin, there were many deep clusters of arrows stuck in the deck, and there were many sharp diamond-shaped stones on the ground, and it seemed that the pirates had also carried out a wave of long-range strikes before the two ships touched.

"Be careful, go in and search—" Thor waved his hand and beckoned the warriors behind him to search the cabin, the pot-bellied merchant ship was at least three or four floors, and the belly of the ship could hold a lot of cargo, and the pirates left in a hurry, Thor still wished they hadn't emptied everything.

The warriors took the order, and Thor looked at the corpses lying on the deck, dressed in a sackcloth shirt, conarled shorts, barefoot, and still holding a bloodstained scimitar on his stiff wrist after death, a typical pirate attire.

Others were much more formal, most of them wore simple gray shirts, a few were still wearing leather armor, and the corpses held their long swords tightly in their hands, and their eyes were wide with anger, as if they were unwilling to die.

"Looks like these are mercenaries hired by the merchants—" Morey crouched down to inspect it, then slowly stood up and said to Thor.

Nodding, Thor wondered, "These mercenaries are obviously better equipped than pirates, why do they die so much?"

Most of the corpses lying on the deck were the corpses of the mercenaries, and there were only a few corpses of the pirates, as if the pirates had defeated the mercenaries at a very small cost, and it stands to reason that the mercenaries should not have been defeated so badly.

"Bang-" The door of the cabin was slammed open by two fighters, who strode out of the cabin with a fat man with a big belly, "My lord, we caught this guy in the cabin!"

"Oh? I didn't expect there to be any fish that slipped through the net. Thor stepped forward and looked carefully at the fat man in front of him, who wore a small hat with a luster sapphire on the tip of the hat, a gorgeous golden silk draped in fine silk, and an emerald wrench on his thumb.

He trembled and was carried to Thor by two barbarian warriors with the back collar on his face, with pain, anger and a hint of fear on his face, Thor had seen a man's expression so rich for the first time.

"Say, what's your name?"

"You, kill me if you want to—damn it, damn it, pirate......" he stammered, not just angry but also afraid, his gaze sweeping over Thor, Morey, Kratos, and the tall warriors.

He cursed as if he had given up hope completely: "The money is gone...... My money, my goods, you pirates, kill me—"

Thor looked at the fat man in front of him with a wry smile, grabbed him by the collar and dragged it in front of him, stared at the other party's sad eyes, and said word by word:

"We're not pirates - and we didn't take your money, so you'd better listen to me honestly, or you'll regret not dying right now. ”