The sea devil opened her mouth and bared her fangs to the Norman princess of the Highlands, whose orc blood had acquired in her second only to pureblood, and where humans usually had canines, were replaced by two pairs of teeth that staggered up and down, the tips slightly curved towards the inside of the lips, which sometimes served the purpose of a flail and dagger that she could not do, and when she bit someone's throat, slurped, or munched on goomy, bloody entrails, they not only helped her grasp the victim of the fierce struggle, but also allowed fear to wear away the courage and competitiveness of the enemy and the crew。

It's one thing to be killed, it's another to be eaten, which is why most people don't want to be associated with orcs, even if they are hinterland, sometimes dressed like a human nobleman.

"You're very good, little girl," said the sea devil, "it's the first time I've seen a human feminine have such strength." Her greedy gaze fell on the adamantite hammer in Leona's hand, if it was solid—it had to be solid, otherwise it would have been impossible to break the Siren's steel flail, though she had struck the flail's weakest point—the chain where the mace was connected to the club behind it, but that was all the more difficult After the dwarves create their shields, the flail may be the only weapon that poses a direct threat to the shield's owner, and when it hits the shield, the chain-attached mace spins in the direction of its power and whips those hiding behind the shield. Therefore, the chain is the only place where the flail is not forced, if it is just an ordinary weapon, it may only make the mace at the end of the chain offset by a few inches, but the power from the Adamantite Hammer is to force the entire mace to fly outward, if it were not for the sea devil's extraordinary strength, her weapon may be directly out of her hands.

The Sea Devil was confronted with nothing more than an ordinary human woman, neither the blood of a dragon nor the power of a demon, and the Sea Devil blamed the unexpected blow on the hammer that could have been enchanted. She knew that there were weapons that would make the person who wielded them feel as light as a feather.

Leona said nothing, neither the status nor pride of the princess allowed her to converse with a female pirate, and she preferred to hang her on the highest part of the ship's mainmast, with her flail around her neck, rather than talking to a sea devil.

Berdwin stood up, but this time he wasn't so easy to deal with, Leona was on his right side, his right hand and shield, at least the sea devils couldn't take advantage of this weakness as before, but she had a lot of hyenas. The pirates gathered around, they had already learned the power of Berdwin and Leona, so they did not rush forward, but took turns to attack quickly, their swords and crossbow arrows were like enraged wasps, although there were still pirates who could not back down were killed by Baldwin or Leona, but still caused them a lot of non-fatal but somewhat troublesome injuries, Leona felt her face tingle for a while, because a small arrow that swept her cheek was smeared with poison. It doesn't kill people instantly, but it slowly makes people lose the ability to resist.

"Lay down your arms and surrender. The Sea Devil said, wielding the flail to make the mace whizz in the air, "We don't have to take your lives. ”

"But the master behind you will. Berdwin exclaimed. To hide the instability in his breath, he was accustomed to one-on-many combat, but this time he faced more enemies than ever - and the most cunning.

The Sea Demon pretended to sigh, "Isn't it, that's a bit regrettable. She said, "I still like you." ”

The crew of the Sea Devil smiled obscenely and twistedly, and Berdwin and Leona couldn't help but shudder - the Sea Devil said this, but his men showed no mercy. Its flail was as heavy as an elephant, dexterous as a monkey, and warriors and princesses had to watch out for the sea devil's steel flail that flew out of the steel thorns without warning, and the mace on the flail was about the size of Leona's hammer and a half the size, full of eerie spikes, and it would probably be able to finish off one of them with a single blow.

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"Hello, my dear old friend. Drake said.

"Hello. Gülen said.

They stood facing each other, slightly hunched backs, so similar from their backs, after all, they were both taught by a mentor, Gülen's mentor once said that if Drake did not have a mother who was the Grand Duchess of Azov, then he could be a thief comparable to Gülen, but unfortunately, Drake did, the reason why he accepted the thief's teaching was that her mother hoped that her illegitimate child could get a little life without her power and prestige, after all, the Azores is not a good place to be warm and relaxed, and she also has relatives who are both annoying and cannot be eliminated immediatelyEven if Drake is just an illegitimate child with no inheritance, she must be wary of someone trying to take risks, which is why the Female Guild allows rumors to spread, a child born in October and a lover who can be replaced at any time are fundamentally different things.

Drake's friendship with Gülen was also forged at that time, when Gülen had just left the big house that was shared with many children, and Drake had just left his mother, and they had the same talent for thieves, as well as their penchant for trickery and cleverness, so they were closer to each other than the others. Drake is more favored by his mentor than Gülen, as the illegitimate son of the female archduke, he has received a systematic education before, can read and write, and the identification and judgment of this item has left Gülen far behind, but the mentor will always be a little more tolerant when he is in Drake, anyway, as long as the Azorean archduchess is alive, Drake will not be reduced to a thief.

That's why Glenn always has a stronger relationship than Drake, but Drake is not a Tyre Knight, and he doesn't pay much attention to fairness, which is reflected in the fact that he immediately takes a step back after greetings. Let go of the crew behind him.

Glenn's skill is even better than he was in Jaw Harbor, he spins in circles, he dodges, he stabs, but just like Baldwin, his problem is that he has to face too many enemies, and when he plunges a adamantite dagger into a pirate's throat, one pirate's gilded bayonet sword stabs into his waist, while another pirate's dagger is also close to his back, and a third pirate swings his whip. Trying to wrap around his feet, Glenn cursed loudly, and he let himself fall to the ground, his feet wrapped around the whip, dragging the guy who got carried away, and he rolled, the dagger swept towards the first ankle he saw, his waist heating up, the viscous liquid wetting his underwear. He knew he was wounded - he grabbed the whip-wielding idiot and lifted him up to block a crossbow shot from nowhere, but it was too late when he saw a sparse shadow swaying in front of him to the left. A sturdy fishing net covered him tightly from top to bottom, and quickly tightened, and Gülen knew full well that the pirates didn't care if his companion lived or died, but he shot the one in the chest in vain. The guy who was spitting blood from his mouth in pain stood in front of him.

"Drake!" he shouted, knowing that the new king's bounty was worth two things: the living and the dead. But Drake wasn't one to put a few hundred gold coins into the thinking ranks, and he didn't know if Derek's resentment toward him would outweigh his thirst for gold.

He needs to talk to Drake now, he needs time, and if Drake finally decides to pack him up and hand him over to the new king of the Highlands Normans, then there is still a way for him to escape.

"Kill him. Drake commanded simply, his tone sending chills down Glenn's body, maybe this time he would be able to confirm for himself what the black-haired spellcaster wanted to know - the curse of the god of death doomed Glenn to not step into the Wasteland of Mourning, he would only turn into ashes when he was on the verge of death and despair, and then be reborn from the ashes, so if one guy moved fast enough to kill him before the change occurred, would he be resurrected again or reduced to a lonely geist.

When the first bayonet sword plunged into the thief's arm, "Cremar!" he cried out in despair.

A spell shrouded in an instant.

Drake and the pirates, and of course, Glenn trapped in a fishing net with a dying man, were the first to smell an unimaginable stench that was worse than a warehouse full of salted fish or a plague-ridden city, their eyes irritated and their mucous membranes and lips burned, and the pirates fell to their knees, trying to shove their noses into the sand to escape the pervasive torment. Luckily, Glenn was not as the brunt of the spell, and most of his body was curled up under the pirate in order to avoid the sword and dagger, and the part of his head and face as a fatal point was completely hidden, so although he was also affected by the spell, he could still bear it, taking advantage of the gap that no one could do anything to him, the thief's adamantite dagger easily tore open the fishing net, Glenn got out from under the fishing net, and several pirates tried to stop him, but he cut his neck one by one.

The owner of the "Golden Lady" almost went mad.

When he figured out who threw the spell, he went straight to madness: "Ryit!" he hissed and shouted, "What are you doing?"

"It was just an accident. Reette said nonchalantly, as she threw the spell at the black-haired spellcaster, only to set off a small hurricane the moment the spell took effect, and the tiny hurricane swept the stench of Reytitt's creation to Drake.

Drake was still stomping his feet below and yelling, but Reyette no longer paid even the slightest attention to him, and her battle with Cremar had reached a critical juncture—in Reyette's mind, as a warlock, it wasn't very difficult to take down an unsuspecting mage, even if they weren't far apart. The mage's spells need to be memorized in advance, and before that, the black-haired spellcaster didn't know that he was going to face a warlock who could choose as many spells she could cast at will (as long as her mental and physical strength could still support it), what spells would he have prepared the day before? Spell armor, or chain lightning, maybe a Leomon hut to make himself comfortable, if he was cautious enough, he would remember a dragon skin spell, or air breathing, but would he remember fossils as mud? Will you remember the energy of resistance?

No.

But to Ryette's surprise and timidity, she was facing a mage, but she was facing a warlock, and she was a warlock with rich combat experience and sophisticated techniques, he could know what kind of spell she was going to cast almost just by seeing her gestures, and immediately use spells that could resist or dissolve it, as if he didn't need to think about it at all, his spells were like throwing them casually, but they were so ...... The results were remarkable - a flustered Rayette even made a small mistake that gave the dark-haired half-elf a head start, and his spell whistled and struck the female warlock, her coat of arms glowing brightly, and Reyette knew that he had lost a precious rune amulet.

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Dada runs through the palm grove with the slaves.

He wore only a loincloth, and his arms, The upper body and legs are exposed, the large mosquitoes unique to the Dragon Fire Islands surround them, dense like a gray-black mist, leeches fall on his back and shiny head like small Xiaoice in a rainstorm, if placed in normal times, Dada will stop and use salt and tobacco to deal with these insatiable little bloodsuckers, but now he has no time and no mind, he runs frantically, the other slaves follow him, now he only hopes not to step on a snake full of venom or a hermit crab wandering down a tree, now is not a good time to be injured。

He ran until he reached the nearest sugar cane field, where he saw a corpse, not dead from exhaustion and the accumulation of toxins, it had been placed on the side of the field, the blood had not yet fully coagulated, and the "cows and horses" in the field were still working in silence, "Let them gather." Dada ordered the "bridle" and said, "Then we will go back at once." ”

But before the "bridles" could drive all the "cattle and horses" into one place, Dada saw the flash of the sword again.

Several strong soldiers approached Dada, "Who is he?" one of them said in a lingua franca.

"A eunuch. An older ranger said, "Looks like we've found someone to ask for directions." (To be continued.) )