Allen, one of the people who followed Captain Gordon the longest, participated in almost all the battles of the Jackdaw, starting with the Battle of the Black Pearl, and was second only to Captain Gordon and Mickey in combat effectiveness.

At sea, it is not easy to convince the public without a little strength.

Alan looked at Luthor who disobeyed the order, looked at his expression distorted by the pain, and his right hand that was constantly trembling did not speak.

Luther, this person doesn't have much to do with himself, has his own circle, and may sometimes smile and say hello, but now he can only face each other with swords.

Why? Was he wrong? Or was Luther wrong? Or was it because of the captain's reckless decision?

The human heart is a complex thing, and no one knows what the other person is thinking or planning, even if you are in the same room.

It doesn't matter what a person says, it ultimately depends on the crucial choice.

Alan has no hatred for the person in front of him, seriously, but a person has to pay for his choice after all, he is optimistic about Gordon, and feels that following this captain can make a great career, so he wants to save him at all costs.

"Alan, you rebel!"

Luthor yelled, suppressing his sore spots, and he saw that Eren had a somewhat distracted expression, and felt that he had been greatly insulted.

In a life-and-death duel, your opponent is not willing to give all your attention to you.

With a hideous expression, Luthor paced slowly with a scimitar in hand, constantly looking for the best distance to attack, the enemy's defense.

Eren was not a passive defender, and the enemy's forward pressure did not make him retreat at all, and the moment he entered the attack range, a step stabbed straight into Luthor's throat.

It was clear that Luthor would not be easily put down by the knife, but instantly pressed down the blade and knocked Alan's scimitar open, backing away.

The ferocious momentum of the original attack was broken in an instant, which is a big psychological gap, and the whole person will become confused and unconfident.

Allen seized the opportunity, strode forward and launched an onslaught, leaving no respite for the enemy.

The sound of swords clashing echoed through the air, and Luthor struggled and retreated, eventually hitting the side of the ship.

Allen's sword pressed against his head, and he had no way to retreat, only then did he realize that he still had a pair of legs, and then kicked Allen in the stomach, causing him to retreat from the pain.

"Haha! What a naivety, Luther boy!"

Alan clutched his stomach and laughed and stepped back, his steps staggering a little, but full of banter.

The kid who wants to duel with him in front of him doesn't have a lot of combat experience, and his psychological state is extremely weak.

He stayed on the side of the ship, and to be honest, he finally hesitated and attacked his former own.

He could have easily pierced the enemy's chest, and when Luthor's body was completely back, he could have slashed his neck, but he didn't act, just pressed his knife against Luthor's knife, this kick, just to make up for the last guilt in his heart.

The fight lasted less than ten minutes before ending in Luthor's death, with the cutlass stabbing him in the chest, and he slashed Eren at least three times before he died.

Alan stood up from the ground and looked at Luthor, who was not staring at him, very calm, without the joy of victory, and without remorseful feeling for killing a man.

Blood continued to leach from the cuff of the right hand holding the sword, and then dripped onto the deck mixed with the blood of the enemy.

Ignoring the still trembling right hand, he gave the order directly: "Throw the corpse into the sea, clean the deck, and everyone is ready to sail!"

In order to quickly resolve this battle, he deliberately accelerated the progress of the duel, exchanging injuries for injuries, and exchanged his arm for a fatal blow.

The sailors who supported Luthor were extremely silent, and they silently did what they were doing, and from time to time they looked at the group led by Allen, who stood on the ship's tower, which belonged to the victors.

Luther's death led to a brief conflict that was always bloody, and a duel was the mildest way to resolve it.

They were not far from the docks, and they hoisted the black flag as they sailed into the wind, and the skulls outlined on the flag with white paint on a black background were really eye-catching, as if to indicate a road of no return.

The streets of the Royal Fortress were empty, and when the fortress guards were attacked, the panicked artillery even fell into the residential area, destroying several sailors' tents.

The people found a safe place to hide, and the two galloping horses navigated the road unobstructed, and soon came to the luxurious mansion in Blis.

"This is Mr. Bliss Mansion, may I go?"

While no one found out, Bonnet wanted to slip away, and besides, he was really seriously injured, and if he didn't treat it, he would almost die.

"What does Brice look like?"

Gordon opened his eagle-eye view, only to find that there were only a few red dots here, and the instinctive feeling was wrong.

"Long brown hair and purple eyes, you should be recognizable, Captain Gordon, you said you would give me a way out!"

Bonnet confessed everything he could, staring nervously at Gordon, according to the conventional plot, the person in front of him is likely to choose to kill people.

"He's not here, you're fooling me!"

Gordon pulled out his cutlass and slammed it against Bonnet's neck.

"Stop! I can swear, this is Bliss's mansion, look at the guards, I can't be mistaken. ”

"But he's not here, I'm asking you to help me find Briss, or I'll be dead. ”

After seeing Gordon's murderous methods, Bonnet had no idea of escaping on horseback at all, and could only force himself to use his brain.

Where should Brice be in this chaotic moment?

"Governor's Palace! Bliss should be with the Governor now. ”

"Let's go to the Doge's Palace, if I don't find Briss, you know the consequences. ”

"I promise, he'll be there!"

......

Anthony and his men, led by Priest Bane, headed towards the position of the sense, the garrison of the fortress was the top priority, and this time only a small number of garrisons participated.

Large swaths of the room ahead were covered in black, a fog of ashes in the air, filled with the smell of death.

No one knows what death smells like, but everyone who smells the dust can feel death, which is the smell of burnt human bodies, or ashes.

There were originally more than twenty people living here, but now they are completely lifeless, and the dead silence in the black fog world announces their end.

Even an iron-clad man like Anthony couldn't help but look left and right, unconsciously finding a good way to escape for himself.

Come on, that's a legendary witch, and you can't be able to balance it out if you are strong and skilled in swordsmanship.