The ships were getting closer and closer, so close that the Charr could almost make out their hideous faces.

Most of them had long beards and strangely shaped helmets on their heads, and thick blond hair peeking out of their uniquely shaped helmets. They wore chain mail, fine leather boots on their feet, and were mostly armed with axes and spears. They looked murderously at the merchant ships, and Charles could sense that these people were different from the bandits on land, who not only robbed money, but also killed people.

The sailors began to hold back the fear in their hearts, raised their bows and crossbows, and began to shoot at the pirate ships. Compared to the panic on the merchant ship's side, the Haikou side was much calmer, they looked at the arrows that were shooting, raised the shield in their hands without care, and easily blocked these sharp weapons without the slightest accuracy.

The sailors panicked even more, and at this time a big man from Nord pushed away the sailors who were blocking the way, picked up a throwing spear, and threw it at the sea cole without looking. The effect was surprisingly good, and the spear effortlessly pierced the erected shield and the pirate behind him, and now it was the sailors' turn to cheer.

The pirates didn't care about the death of their own people, and threw their spears at the crowd on the merchant ships. The sailors were unable to dodge for a while, and the sudden attack claimed the lives of several people. The Nord man was also impaled through the body by a spear and nailed to the deck, his leg twitched and a sailor stepped forward to end his suffering.

Charles finally understood that the pirates and the big man were from the same place, they were both Nords, no wonder even the way they fought were so similar.

William shouted, reorganizing the sailors' ranged attack, but it was already too late. The pirates will be able to block our arrows by raising their shields, and their high pillars will help them block the shots from the flanks of the sailors, and when the sailors are slackening, they will throw a wave of spears that the charr will not be able to guard against.

A sailor shouted: "Boss, if we continue like this, we will be wiped out, so let's pour oil!" ”

William's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered a few sailors to go down to the hold below to bring up the oil, which was not in large quantities, but it was all good oil, and each tank was worth as much as two dinars. Charles looked at the oil poured into the sea and unconsciously felt a heartache.

Immediately after that, several torches were thrown from the ship into the sea, and a sea of fire spread behind them, and the group of pirates did not hesitate to do so, and still rowed their boats to the merchant ship. Many of the sailors had begun to kneel on the ground and pray, feeling that this time they would not be spared. Charles looked at the sea ships that broke the waves, looked at those murderous faces, and felt a wave of fear for no reason, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

With a loud bang, their bow slammed into the stern of the merchant ship, and it was not necessary to look down at the Charles to know that there must have been a large hole in the underside of the ship.

The pirates screamed, threw out the grabbing ropes, and seized the merchant ship with a dead grip, and then they swung nimbly like monkeys to the deck. Finally, they fought hand-to-heart.

The sailors also knew that if they didn't resist at this time, there would be no chance of survival, so they were all ruthless, and soon, the first few pirates to rush up were chopped into pulp. But gradually, there were more and more enemies on the deck.

A man who couldn't tell how old he was shouted and headed straight for Charles, and before Charles could draw his sword to meet him, a crossbow bolt shot through the man's head. Charles looked back and saw William smiling brightly with a light crossbow in his hand.

Charles glared at him speechlessly, then turned around and rushed towards the pirates in front of him. The deck was now covered with rivers of blood, full of human stumps, and the wails of the dying mingled with the roars of battle to form a set of death music.

A sailor in front of Charles sliced open the belly of a pirate like a fish, and Charles could hardly imagine how strong the sailor must have been to cut through the thick chain mail so easily. The piko's intestines were bleeding all over the place, and he wailed in pain, trying to stuff the bits back into his stomach, even though it was mixed with other people's stumps.

The sailor stepped forward and cut off his head with his sword, sparing him pain.

Before Charles could applaud the sailor, a sudden axe sliced his head open. His blood mixed with his brains poured onto Charles's face, as if he was going to baptize him a second time.

He was killed by a young man of about sixteen years of age, who had not yet grown a thick beard on his chin, and the faint fluff was clearly visible in the sunlight. He screamed and rushed towards Charles with his axe, which was still stuck with the blood of his previous victim, and Charles looked at his young face with a hint of hesitation. But he couldn't be merciful, and he dodged the axe he had slashed straight down to the right, and then stabbed his sword into his heart.

However, the chain mail on his body played a good role in protection, and Charles's sword only pierced into it for a short section and could no longer be saved, and the little Haikou was startled by Charles's sword, and then quickly raised his axe and slashed it sideways. A chill struck Charles' heart, and just then a long sword stabbed diagonally from the side, just blocking the axe's path, but the sword also bent and deformed under the tremendous force.

Before Charles could say a word of thanks, he kicked the child in front of him in the stomach, and the little Haikou took a painful step back, and Charles took the opportunity to pull out the sword stuck in his chain mail. The little cole held his stomach in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, and looked at Charles and William beside him with hatred on his face.

Charles thought about what to do with him, since he wasn't strong enough to split his armor directly, then he could only attack where the pirate had no armor.

Charles looked at the bare skin on Little Kko's face, and a sudden frenzy welled up in his heart. He roared and ran forward, and the little pico raised his axe against the charging Charles, and then swung it down heavily, and if Charles went forward at this time, he would surely have his head split open by his axe. At that moment, Charles felt the axe slash his face and slash straight to the ground, Charles must not miss this good opportunity in front of him, his sword stabbed towards the unprotected neck of the coar, he clearly saw a trace of despair flash in the child's eyes, Charles's hand sank, and a stream of hot blood sprayed on his body.

The little coke tried to raise his axe and pull him back, but Charles didn't dodge, and kicked him in the stomach again, pulling out the sword that was piercing his neck. The child involuntarily fell backwards, his right hand waving as if trying to grasp something. Immediately after, he fell heavily on the deck, blood gushing out of his neck.

Charles couldn't look at him anymore, and William was entangled by another pirate at this time, and that pirate was born with a strong force, and William inevitably fell behind.

Charles looked left and right, and found a light crossbow on the ground that he didn't know who had thrown, and the crossbow bolt was even on it. He raised his crossbow and aimed it at the pirate and pulled the trigger.

The bolt came through the back of the coward's neck and stayed in his head, and he fell to the ground without a single snort.

This time, it was Charles' turn to look at William with a playful expression.