The human looked at the captain of the Swordfish, took off his hat and saluted, "In the honor of being a pirate, I ask for a dignified surrender, and I hope you will allow us to keep our sidearms." ”

The captain of the Swordfish said in a very stern tone: "This is impossible, you must lay down your arms, this is the minimum requirement." But I can guarantee your safety and treat you decently. ”

"Hey, you guys broke the rules! I've never seen anyone go back on their word after raising the white flag, and no one in the entire Endless Sea has ever done that! Kratz, who was standing behind the captain, suddenly interjected mockingly, his face covered in blood, and he could barely stand with a scimitar, and to be honest, it was a miracle that he didn't hang up in the scuffle, you know, he was almost in the center of the storm.

"Well, you're right," Phil Laren was silent for a moment, but nodded in agreement, though he pulled his twin swords from his belt, "I agree to surrender, but before I do that, allow me to challenge the most warlike warriors of your ship, my honor does not allow this ship to surrender before I die!" ”

The tumultuous ship fell silent at once, and everyone was in awe.

It is a long-standing tradition that when a ship sinks, everyone can escape, but the captain cannot, he must sink with the ship, otherwise it will be intolerable to all seafarers. This is because when going to sea, the captain represents the supreme authority, he is the god of the ship, and has the right to kill and kill. But at the price. He had to be with the ship, a check and balance, to ensure that every decision made by the captain was made out of public interest. It is also a manifestation of the captain's sense of honor. For thousands of years, in the event of a shipwreck, all captains have followed such rules and maintained the honor of "captain" with their lives.

Over the millennia, with the development of seafaring technology, this rule has been loosened, but the captains who cling to tradition still insist on being with the ship. The most conservative of them did not even allow themselves to accept defeat. Seeing that the ship has changed hands, the Captain Phil Laren in front of him is obviously one of them. He was determined to end his life's journey in a dignified battle.

"I've never met you before today, and I don't know who you are." Masrae strode over. He made a deep elven salute to Phil Laren and said solemnly, "But that doesn't prevent me from saluting you, paying tribute to your devotion to duty!" If you agree, I'd like to accept your challenge on behalf of the Swordfish! ”

The captain of the Swordfish looked back at Diego, and to be honest, he was all about leading sailors, maneuvering ships, and duels in close quarters. It's not what he's good at, so he doesn't have any objection to the Night Elves' play.

Diego nodded. He had no doubt that Masrae would win the duel.

"It's an honor to fight you!" Phil Laren raised his hat towards Masrae and bent down.

The crowd dispersed in all directions. Make room for the pair of duelists.

Diego stood at the front of the circle, and as Masrae walked past him, he whispered, "Try not to kill him, I need him alive." ”

Masrae looked back at him in surprise, blinking in confusion.

"It's hard to guarantee, especially if he wants to kill me too. But I can give it a try. He whispered. With that, the Night Elf spread out its limbs and threw itself towards the ground. Before he touched the ground. His body had transformed into a giant violent bear. The sharp teeth and claws gleamed in the sunlight, amazed sailors who had never seen a druid's shapeshift, and even the pirates who had laid down their arms let out a commotion, worried about the captain they were about to face the beast.

Big Bear raised his head and opened his mouth to let out a low growl, signaling that he was fully prepared. On the other side of him, Phil Laren exchanged swords and took a fighting stance.

The Great Bear roared again, this time much louder and deafening. The surrounding audience even saw that the already huge size of the big bear had grown in a full circle. In this wild roar, the Bear rushed towards Phillaren like an arrow, and the deck of the Wave Cutter made a muffled thud under his claws.

The giant claw slapped Phil Laren head-on, but Phil Laren stood steady, unmoved. It wasn't until the last moment that he flashed to the side with the grace of the wind, allowing the big bear to rush with his body. The Night Elf struggled to hold his claws to the ground, trying to stop his tracks, but the captain had already swung his blade and slashed at his neck.

The quick-eyed pirates had even raised their hands, ready to applaud their captain's clean counterattack, and perhaps a single stroke would have settled the battle.

However, the reality before them was not as they expected, the scimitar slashed through the damp sea breeze and slashed at the fat neck of the bear, but the fur there had already become hard and rough, and the folds were like tree bark, and the sharp blade slashed against it, making a muffled sound, leaving only a white mark.

The bear spun around and opened its mouth to bite Phil Laren.

But the pirate captain scrambled backwards, dodging the beast's attack, and he ravaged again, slashing with his blades crossed, unaware that his scimitar could not break through his opponent's defenses.

But his enemy did not dodge, and slammed into it with his head, and two scimitars slashed at the top of its head, unscathed. Phil Laren, who had failed to attack, subconsciously dodged to the side, but it was too late, and the big bear's fat body slammed into him, sending him into the air and falling to the deck with a whirl.

The pirates, who had been cheering him on, suddenly fell silent, and they looked at the motionless captain with worried faces, eager to know if his injuries were severe.

Masrae didn't continue the pursuit, he gasped and stood in the middle of the circle, looking at Phil Laren a few paces away. According to Diego's request, he had no intention of killing the other party, and he turned his head. Look at the captain of the Swordfish, waiting for him to declare his victory.

But just then, the pirates burst into cheers, and he turned back in amazement to see Fil Laren turning over and getting up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

"Your gentlemanly demeanor saved your life." The pirate captain came up and said. He had just moved his body at the last moment and met the impact with his strong thighs, which hurt a little, but not to the bones.

Diego realized that if he pounced on it, he would be met with the tip of a knife on the ground. This made him can't help but feel a little glad in his heart.

"Continue?" He asked with a smile, but to be honest, almost no one recognized the tooth-baring gesture as a smile except for Diego.

The pirate captain nodded, then lowered his body and slashed in a defensive stance.

The druids lunged at Phil Laren with a charge. The latter kicked on one leg and jumped to the left, knowing that his twin knives would not hurt the bear, and he did not even swing it.

However, the giant bear turned and chased after him, he had already learned the lesson just now, and did not mention the top speed when he charged, leaving himself enough strength to turn around.

In the circle of the crowd, Phil Laren kept dodging the bear's lunge, but more than one pirate was crying out for his captain, because he couldn't hurt the beast, but a single pounce or a collision by the bear could kill him.

At this moment, I don't know if I was unable to support my body, or if I stepped on a grain of sand or something, Phil Laren suddenly stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He got down on one knee and tried to stand up. But by this time, the bear had already pounced, and its sharp claws were raised high, slapping at Phil Laren, who was still kneeling on the ground.

But the big bear, who raised his claws and opened the empty door, saw in horror that Phil Laren, who was kneeling on the ground, got up and leaped backwards, passed through the blades of his claws, and rushed into his arms.

The pirate captain's sturdy back slammed into Masrae's chest, and he had lost the scimitar in his left hand, and with both hands he held the handle of the other knife behind his back, and stabbed the bear through the ribs into the bear's abdomen. This time, he could feel that he had succeeded, and the scimitar had stabbed at least a third of the way.

Behind him, the bear let out an earth-shattering roar of surprise, anger, and pain. The cunning humans succeeded in infuriating him, and they never knew that this kind of injury was nothing to a druid bear, and that the pain only made the part of the wild nature that brought them into the beast even more insane and ferocious.

Under the incredulous gaze of the audience, the giant bear raised his right palm and slapped it fiercely. At this distance, no matter how nimble he was, it was impossible for Phil Laren to fire another attack, and the thick giant claws slapped straight into Phil Laren's shoulder.

In the face of this terrifying force, the pirate captain flew out like a tattered scarecrow, smashed into the crowd of onlookers, and knocked over several in a row.

This time it wasn't a sham, for everyone heard the crunch of a series of bones breaking. (To be continued)