"Click!" The sound of a broken bone was the last sound the pirate ever heard, and the remnants of consciousness made him realize it was the sound of his own shin bone.

He didn't expect to die like this.

However, Vittoria was not in the habit of wasting time on the dead, and threw the corpse off the deck and disappeared into the sea.

There was only one enemy left in front of the female warrior, and this result greatly surprised Will.

The professional hesitated for only a second, and then threw himself in the direction of the ship's side, intending to jump into the sea to escape, but the dagger that suddenly appeared from the shadows, as if it had been waiting there, plunged directly into his throat.

The Shadow Assassin and Wang Yue had already surrounded them from behind after dealing with the frightened bird-like musketeers.

Will, who has been a bully on the sea for many years, never imagined that he would one day become the weaker party, and in his heart, this would have been a pleasant hunting trip.

Will suddenly realized that before he set off, Maman's smile was blank, and the strange silence of Tyrion, the 'little devil'.

Damn the Lannisters! It's a trap!

From the very beginning, they knew the true strength and ins of this group, so when they opened their mouths to fight for the new ship and the task of pursuing the enemy, the damned newcomer only made a symbolic protest and flinched.

The backbone of this ship is all old friends who are loyal to him, all of whom he has personally hand-picked, and if they all die here, their share on Treasure Island will be completely a meal for the Lannisters.

Will took a few steps back, away from the female warrior with obvious violent features, and tilted the long sword in his hand upwards at a forty-five degree angle to defend against a possible attack: "If I say that I am going to surrender, what treatment will you give me?" ”

Will looked at the professionals around him vigilantly, constantly rotating his body and his gaze, leaving as little as possible to leave no dead ends: "I know a lot of Cersei Lannister's secrets. I'm not a minion, my intelligence is valuable. ”

But Will miscalculated the samurai's rationality.

Vitoria took a few steps forward with the terrifying flail in her hands, "Shut up, coward, I wasn't interested in your information at all before the fight!" The secrets of the Lannisters and Treasure Island, I'll dig them myself! ”

I'm Cao! Will's heart was as if he had run through countless Cao Nima, and he suddenly felt that this was a pirate among pirates, a man among men.

Will didn't look around, he knew that he was less than five meters away from the trap door reserved before, and the pirate leader who had a strong desire to survive threw his sword, which he usually regarded as a treasure, directly in front of Li Yanlong: "Boy, you haven't set foot on Treasure Island, I don't know how many traps and wealth we have planted on it, but I know everything!" ”

Will glanced around, feeling that none of these people seemed to be kind, and shouted harder, "I'm very sincere!" Be sure to give it a chance! ”

Because of Will's words and the rogue behavior of throwing weapons, everyone didn't notice that the small steps under the other party's feet kept moving in one direction.

"I think we should think about what he said, maybe it will save us a lot of things." Mancini stood up against the barrel, and buckshot pierced his thigh: "I have received a message from Givan Ice that the witch needs our assistance, and the coordinates are not far from us. ”

Just as the players were about to accept Will's offer, the cunning pirate leader had already squirmed to the trap door, knocked his heels, and disappeared in place.

"Hopefully, you'll have the opportunity to set foot on Treasure Island and make the Lannisters pay. Goodbye! As soon as Will landed on the lower deck, he activated the teleportation ring he was carrying.

As an experienced pirate, Will has always spared his life, spending most of his money on this ring on his hand, which can teleport over medium and long distances.

The teleportation location is a secret property that has been located long ago, away from the port of Antonio.

It was a hideout that Will had chosen a long time ago to use as a hiding place for retirement or to escape, and it not only hid a lot of money, but also enough food and fresh water for three months.

Of course, Will never thought he would be using this place so early, it was just a cautious way for an old pirate to leave.

"I knew that this kind of little white-faced guy wouldn't have the courage to fight to the end even if he was middle-aged." The samurai stood on the edge of the trap door, looking at the already empty space below, and spat disdainfully.

"Forget it, we still have serious things to do, this is the position that Ji Wanbing sent over, we better hurry." Mancini had already done a simple hemostatic treatment for his wound before, and he was also a little regretful at this time.

A high-level person who knows the secrets within the pirate group will obviously bring a lot of convenience to the next step of the retribution warband.

"Lao Li, change places, this is our new ship!" Li Yanlong was satisfied with picking up the stabbing sword thrown at his feet, and pinned it to his waist with satisfaction.

The players ignored the dead and wounded that filled the deck, and the pirates who had taken refuge with the players began the work of identifying friend and foe themselves.

The pirates who are willing to take refuge in the players have been assigned to their original positions, and as for those who are unwilling, I'm sorry, as long as they are pirates who can still move, they are not so dead-eyed.

Especially a group of professionals on their side were cleaned up like chopping vegetables and melons on the other side, and even Mr. Will ran away, so what psychological pressure is there at all.

After counting, the players have in their hands nearly a hundred pirates, as well as more than thirty wounded who are worth saving, and as for the rest, there are more than eighty corpses, and more than twenty seriously wounded.

Because of the player's quick action, most of the dead and wounded were shot and killed by the musketeers before, and of course, these murderers have also been wiped out by Wang Yue and the Shadow Assassins.

In this battle, the players captured a new pirate ship, fifteen cannons, nearly 100 muskets, a number of high-quality gunpowder, and other bits and pieces.

Of course, on the bottom deck of the new corsair, there are a hundred untold slaves, who are still responsible for powering the ship during attacks and headwinds.

No one will think about their thoughts for the time being, at least, until players feel that the problem at hand has been solved.

After the seriously wounded and some pirates were returned to the pirate ship that the players had previously occupied, the new ship dragged the damaged pirate ship and began to set sail in the direction of the Far South Continent.

Those who were seriously wounded by musket shots or bleeding profusely, with the current medical conditions, even if Li Bingheng was exhausted to death, there was no way to save their lives.

They were placed on another ship, simply because the players were temporarily unacceptable to throw them directly into the ocean.

That's how pirates often treat the seriously wounded.

Here, players regroup and set off on new goals, but on the other side, Will doesn't have a smooth ride.

In the chamber engraved with the teleportation scar, Will's face turned black, he lost his weapon, and the teleportation ring on his hand was reduced to ashes.

The wealth accumulated over the years of cholera on the sea, except for the rings and weapons on the hands, is basically stored on Treasure Island.

Considering the strange attitude of the Lannisters before, Will felt that he could consider the life of a retired employee who had returned to work.

However, when Will walked out of the secret room, intending to make up for his wounded heart, an accident happened.

Will's hideout, which was neither lively nor street-wide, was a small four- or five-room detached cottage in the aristocratic part of the city.

At this time, the room was messy, seven or eight bloodstained, foul-smelling, armor-clad warriors were gobbling up Will's reserves.

When they saw Will emerge from the chamber, both of them froze.

The warriors, who were already in a state of high tension, drew their weapons one by one, and rushed up without even giving Will a chance to speak.

"Poof! Poop! Poop! ”

Suddenly, a series of bells rang outside the window, a sound like a death knell, causing the group of embarrassed warriors to freeze in place as if they had been hit by a time pause spell.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall warrior with a triangular metal helmet walked in, seemingly unsurprised by Will's sudden appearance.

The huge axe spear that was put on the shoulder by the triangular head was very unfriendly, leaving a deep mark on the wall, and similar marks were already densely packed on the wall.

"There's a new kid? Just came out to help. The voice of the triangular head was loud: "The plague walking corpse was found in the south, if you don't want to die today, just bravely plunge into the killing, now everyone will follow me!" ”

The warriors followed the triangular head out of the room in a daze, and Will had stood still, but the triangular head slammed the wall with his axe and gun, and said impatiently: "I'm talking about everyone, don't make me repeat what I said." ”

Will didn't know what was going on, so he was going to follow along, and although the plague walking corpse didn't sound good, Will vaguely felt as if he had jumped from a large pit into a larger one.

Will was right, and the moment he walked out of the room, he regretted that he hadn't surrendered before.

Dark clouds covered the whole sky, even though it was daytime, it was still gloomy, huge crows surrounded the sky, and the road that was originally paved with bluestone slabs was blackened by bloodstains, and I don't know how many people were killed here.

The smell of blood and corpses in the air made Will, an old pirate accustomed to killing, feel sick.

On the side of the street, more than a dozen old people and women dragged corpses from nowhere, numbly piled them together, and set them on fire.

Everyone was dressed in tatters, like the walking dead, oblivious to the environment in front of them.

Directly in front of Will, a wall of corpses blocked the street, and a large amount of wire passed through the corpses, holding them together as if they were afraid to come back to life again.

Will felt his bladder a little limp, but there was no way out of him.

In this world, spellcasters have always been Tzeentch's favorite target.

Most of them have a strong thirst for knowledge and have very different morals, and many times, you can't even tell if a mage goes crazy because he has been bewitched by Tzeentch or if it is in his own nature.

In this regard, the Witch Kings have almost done it to the extreme.

Most witch kings are not without morals and bottom lines, but they are clearly beyond the limits of the world and are accustomed to seeing the world from a higher vantage point.

For example, turning an entire continent into its own testing ground, using all the creatures on it as a test subject, or waking the ancient Roman Empire from its slumber and drawing inspiration from the spark born after the collision of the old and new civilizations.

For a while, Stewart thought he was already a real spellcaster, until he learned through Tzeentch's vision what a real spellcaster was in this world, and realized that he was just a weed planted by Victor.

Stewart's reluctance and strong desire for revenge, as well as his desire for magical power, made him continue to provide Tzeentch with power.

As the most patient and wise of the Four Evil Gods of Chaos, Tzeentch is very generous.

Talent? It's not a problem, under the infusion and transformation of chaotic psionic energy, Stewart feels as if every pore is actively absorbing the magical energy around him.

That sense of fulfillment kept Stewart hooked on it, and he'd never had an experience like it before!

Knowledge? Nor was it a problem, with Stewart's shallow understanding of magical skills, Tzeentch didn't even need to instill in him those really powerful knowledge, just a few scratches of the surface made the schoolboy arrogant.

As for equipment and money? It's an insult to a true spellcaster, and if he wants to, he can spend it as real gold if he grabs a handful of dirt.

Holding the staff twisted from the flesh of his closest relative, Stewart unleashed a teleportation spell at the bottom of the sea, disappearing directly into the water.

This method of casting spells that completely replaces magic with psionic energy and forcibly tears through space can be seen by any true mage.

It was directly consuming the caster's life, and not only that, but the spiritual energy fluctuations left by this spell in place were still clear and changeable even from a distance of more than ten kilometers.

That pure subspace flavor made all the nearby paladins responsible for detecting psionic fluctuations aware of its existence, as well as his true target, the castle of the demon hunter.

Dale Seaworth couldn't understand why Chaos was attacking the Demon Hunters' quarters, and even when most of the Paladins were out on missions, there were still more than a hundred Priests in the castle.

Even if there was a small Chaos Rift, they would be able to hold out for a while.

Right now, the evil witches are right in front of them, and they must be dealt with before their condition worsens!