This look completely shattered all of Bonnet's hopes, and made him understand one thing, that is, he would never escape Captain Gordon's control, and the desperate and nostalgic eyes of the guards made him seem to see his end.

Resisting the dislocated arm, he climbed up from the bushes and said nothing until Gordon came along.

"Why. ”

Gordon saw that the French kid in front of him had completely accepted his fate, no longer hiding and fearing, and even dared to ask questions.

So he smiled, then reached out and grabbed the latter's dislocated arm.

"What, why?"

"Why, those bright red lives, you can harvest into grass mustard. ”

Gordon didn't speak, just folded Bonnet's arm and flung it from the inside out.

Click!

"Shhh

The keen stimulation of the interlaced bones made Bonnet gasp, but his dislocated arm was already able to move freely, rubbing his shoulder, still looking at the bloodthirsty man in front of him, wanting to know the answer.

"There's no why, no one is born with a penchant for killing, it's just that the situation forces it to kill when it becomes a habit...... It couldn't be easier. ”

Gordon thought about it for a long time, and finally he could only say the following words: when did he start breaking his bottom line, and when did he kill the first innocent?

"Let's go, take me to Briss, it's time to end this!"

The two men hurriedly stepped onto the horses, and under Bonnet's simple teachings, Gordon mastered the most basic horseback riding skills, that is, how to steer the horse and how not to fall off.

The sound of horses' hooves and the thunder began to fade away, leaving only two corpses lying in the icy rain in the wilderness.

In the Doge's Palace in the Royal Fortress, Briss watched the brigade from the window and rushed over, of course led by his right-hand man Anthony, a muscular man, Antony was his loyal subordinate brought from Paris, and his superb combat skills were almost unmatched, controlling more than a hundred people.

He wore a broad-bladed heavy sword carefully crafted by the swordsmith at his waist, and he once split a mad bison during the hunting season, which was Briss's greatest protection, and he instantly felt a lot of security.

"Sir, my men have found traces of those slaves by the sea, they are like turtles in an urn, give me another hour......"

Anthony was somewhat incomprehensible to Bliss's orders, and anyone who offended him was punished with the severest punishment, which guaranteed Bliss's supreme majesty, never exceptional.

This can effectively ensure that no one dares to cause trouble on this turf.

Bliss didn't speak, just waved his hand to calm down, and then looked at Pastor Bane, who was walking behind him.

Bane held in his hand a quaint box, covered with silver patterns, as if it were made of some kind of alloy, something completely out of this era.

"What is this?"

"Hallows—medals. ”

"It's called a medal?"

"Yes, the origin is no longer known, it can sense and direct the witch's direction, and suppress her power to a certain extent. ”

"Are you sure?"

Bliss opened the box, and in a burst of gears, a delicate, thick diamond-shaped object sat in it, barely making out anything special except for its fine workmanship.

"If there is no problem with the book......

"All I need is an affirmative answer. ”

"Not sure, but that's the only way we can do it. ”

Bliss was visibly dissatisfied with this answer, but could only admit that it was indeed the truth, and they had no choice.

"Anthony, take someone to follow the Pastor Bain, and bring me a beautiful witch lady back and burn him at the stake. ”

Anthony looked at everyone present with a look that didn't look like a joke, and from the conversation, he seemed to understand that the rush to bring him back was actually to catch a witch.

"Are you sure you're a beautiful witch, sir?"

"Witches are almost always beautiful women, without exception, go ahead, I'm here waiting for your good news. ”

Anthony took the order, and according to Bane, the badge instructed the witch to hide a little south of the fortress, temporarily losing her offensive nature.

......

On the shore agreed with the Jackdaw, a black slave was hiding by the reef in the cold, with only one head exposed, observing the sea in the distance.

More people hid in a small forest not far away, waiting for the arrival of the Jackdaw, the bombardment of the fortress was over, they did not know if they could wait for the life-saving ship, and some people stared at the sea with a kind of wooden eyes, hoping for a miracle.

"There's a ship coming!

The black slaves on the seashore spotted the green sails at the corner of the rock, and the whole ship was exactly as Mr. Mickey had said, and the whole man was suddenly full of strength, and shouted as he ran, and sent the good news to everyone.

Mickey was resting under a tree with his eyes closed, whether it was the battle or the icy weather, it would make people feel tired, and it was more necessary to think about the road ahead.

The shout in his ears made everyone almost boil, and he got up from the ground and walked to a high ground, where the ship could be seen.

There was no objection to it, it was the Jackdaw, the familiar hull of which he recognized at a glance, even if it had a different set of sails.

"Sir, it's the Jackdaw. ”

The sailors on the side also recognized their boat.

"Everybody's ready to board!"

Mickey shouted, and the ship emerged from behind the cliff, almost in sight.

The slaves were all in good spirits and began to cheer, and all doubts and worries were broken at this moment, and they were about to be freed.

Before the Jackdaw had yet to drop anchor in the sea, a large number of people began to swim towards the ship, the land of this island, and they did not want to stay for another minute.

Eventually, everyone starts swimming, and Mickey is no exception, and he has to find Alan right away and discuss his next steps with him.

The captain returned to the fortress alone and ordered them to go first.

The Jackdaw came a little too easily, there was no sign of a firefight, and it came a little too fast, and the whole harbor was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

The people boarded the boat with the help of the rope ladder and the sail rope that had been lowered, and Alan himself pulled Mickey up, but did not see the captain, the captain he wanted to punch hard.

"Alan, what's going on at the fortress, if it's not for you and the fortress in the crossfire, then who?"

Mickey stood on the deck dragging the sea water all over his body, and without waiting for Alan to speak, he hurriedly asked.

"It's hard to explain this for a while, but tell me the captain first! Where is he?"