Chapter 0093: The Sorrowful Marshal Morinin (Fifth Update)

[Continue the six watches, ask for all the support......]

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Powell's battleship rode the wind and waves, and no matter how the marksman in front of him escaped, he was always in sight.

Finally, under Powell's delightful gaze, the marksman fell headlong from his horse, fluttered twice, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the whole person fell unconscious.

"Good!"

Powell was overjoyed and immediately shouted:

"First mate, you lead two teams of sailors, bring me that sharpshooter immediately, speed, fast!"

After that, the battleship also docked towards the shore, and it really couldn't catch up with the changes in the plan, and no one could have imagined that Powell, who was eager to make meritorious contributions, would dare to approach and dock to the shore without a frigate.

……

Inside the Lord's Palace.

Zhu Wu stood up, the yin and yang in his left hand disappeared, and said with an indifferent smile:

"My lord, let's go see a good show!"

Link naturally nodded in agreement, and at the same time, Wang Dingliu, who used to be the second junior of the Xunyang Riverside Shop, also took the remaining fifty little fishmen and dived into the lake and sneaked towards Powell's battleship.

"Quick!"

When the first mate saw the lifeboat docking, he immediately urged many sailors to run towards the place where Hua Rong was unconscious, and Powell was looking at the battleship with a long eye, but a large group of people also appeared on the wall of the hope collar in the distance.

"Not good!"

Powell was anxious and immediately ordered:

"Dock, speed dock!"

At the same time, the first mate gestured towards the battleship, and then, the group carried Hua Rong, the Heaven and Earth Sun and Moon Bow, and the Big Dipper Seven Star Arrows, and rushed towards the shore at a rapid pace, and on the wall of the Hope Collar, Zhu Wu also smiled faintly:

"Let's put on a show!"

"Brother Sun Xin, you take a long team of spearmen, go out and chase it!"

Sun Xin smiled, nodded and went down the wall, and after a while, a long group of spearmen under the leadership of Sun Xin slowly ran in the direction of the battleship, this scene made Powell laugh coldly:

"Coward."

Obviously, he thought that the spearman was afraid of the power of the ballista, so he didn't dare to get too close, and this was exactly what he wanted, seeing the first mate escorting the marksman with a group of sailors, he couldn't help but say excitedly:

"Put the gangway."

At this time, the little fishmen led by Wang Dingliu had already arrived under the battleship, and when Powell walked down the gangway, he immediately waved his hand, and suddenly, a group of small fishmen holding hammers, chisels, and steel drills clanked and knocked.

At this time, Powell had already taken a few steps forward and greeted the first mate, but, after all, he was the captain of the ship for many years, and he was extremely familiar with the various sounds of the battleship, and after hearing the faint sound coming from the bottom of the water, he immediately stood still and shouted:

"There's someone underneath the boat!"

Unfortunately, as soon as his words fell, he saw a figure jump out of the shadow, and at the same time said loudly:

"It's late!"

With a bang, the sand where Powell and the officers were suddenly collapsed into a big hole, and at the same time, Hua Rong, who was pale and dying, suddenly spun and kicked, kicking the sailor carrying him to the ground, and then shouted:

"Snow Mountain Wyvern Spear."

The ending is already doomed!

……

Alex Harbor!

The station of this convoy was supposed to be on the side of the dock, but because of Link's fire, the dock is still in shambles.

After all, before the archmage of Colin could really clean up the mess, he faced the threat of the undead, and then, he was besieged and killed by Link and his party, and the entire city of Alex was leaderless, if it weren't for the bullet pressure of the Bishop of the Temple of Light, it might have been looted long ago!

As a result, the current location of the fleet has become Alex City.

At this time, the real master of this fleet, Marshal Morinen, who was famous in the entire Duchy of Bellas, and even the entire continent, was resting in his chair with his eyes closed, but when a gust of wind blew, he, as a ninth-level guardian knight, immediately reacted extremely accurately.

Roll back, hold the shield, defend!

It's a pity that under a burst of majestic pressure, he almost fell to his knees, and when he looked up, he saw that the five alien races were actually sitting on the sofa where he was entertaining, looking at him lightly, and his eyes were full of banter.

"Someone!"

Mo Linen shouted, and then, the knight's sword on the table was held in his hand, holding the sword in one hand and the shield in the other, ready to rush and kill.

It's a pity that his exclamation didn't get a sound of response, which made his heart sink.

At the same time, a cyan stone on the coffee table suddenly said:

"It seems that the pressure is still not enough!"

After speaking, an even more majestic pressure enveloped Mo Lining's surroundings, making him bend his legs involuntarily, but the strong willpower still made him can't help but roar:

"Who are you?"

If Link was here, he wouldn't have asked?

However, since Morinen asked, then this group of reasonable and strong people will definitely answer.

No, the gentleman who was sipping red wine immediately nodded and said lightly:

"Hello, Admiral of the Duchy of Bellas, a powerful ninth-rank guardian knight, Count Morinin, speaking of which, our titles seem to be the same? I'm Earl William, a vampire, and it seems that some people call me 'Count Blood', and I can tell you solemnly, that's a rumor! ”

At this moment, Mo Linen's mind was completely magnificent, and he asked in a daze:

"A thousand years ago, the bloody earl who disappeared inexplicably?"

Earl William nodded faintly, with a charming smile, and gently sipped the red wine.

Then, the black stone on the coffee table jumped directly to the ground, getting bigger and bigger, becoming more and more than three meters high, and then muttered:

"The damn living room, it's too low."

Then, the rock giant showed a fierce look and said angrily:

"Hello, I am the eternal 'King of the Rocks', my name is Curry."

Morinin nodded without tears, and heard the war hammer in the dwarf's hand slam on the ground, roaring:

"Hello, my name is Kreuz, and you can call me the 'King of the Hammers'."

Under the ceiling, a small airship floated, and from it came the voice of a goblin:

"Hello, you can call me 'Lord of Thunder and Fire', my name is Randall."

The last voice, but it came from behind Morinin, full of banter:

"Hello dear knights, I am Bonnard, they all call me 'God of Cold Arrows', yes, they are kings, and I am a god."

Mo Lining was taken aback, turned around hurriedly, but saw a figure with flapping wings, already sitting on the sofa, looking at him lightly, and said indifferently:

"We're here for a deal."

The rest of them spoke at the same time, nodding their heads:

"Yes, it's the deal!"