Ivan, a middle-aged man of nearly forty years of age, with an ordinary, rugged complexion, rough and dark skin from years of pirate life, and a muscular and powerful body, even if he did not speak, sat cross-legged in a makeshift camp drinking sullen wine, with sealed oak barrels dug up and pickled food that did not perish.

In order to broaden the horizon and avoid being attacked by wild beasts and enemies, this woodland was cleared by pirates quite spacious and clean.

Pirates are also a high-risk profession with their heads pinned to their belts, so pirates usually like to indulge. Eroticism, self-discipline is extremely poor, and the ban on alcohol and beauty is even stricter than asking for their lives.

"Boss, it's not a way to go on like this, even if the fresh water we brought is saved, it can only last for half a month, according to the news that Ed's kid risked his life to bring back, those big people above have begun to block the black market, and it won't work if they want to go through the black market channel to buy supplies in the future." A thin figure walked up to Ivan with light steps and whispered.

Ivan spit out a mass of chewed meat and bones, poured another sip of wine, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "What are you afraid of, there are a lot of small beasts here, you can't eat them all in your life, and it will almost rain in two days, I also know that there are several water sources on the island, as long as we are careful not to provoke those monsters, are we afraid that there will be no water." ”

Are we just going to hide here for the rest of our lives?

The cronie pirate's lips twitched, but he still didn't dare to say it.

The southern seas are full of countless islands, large and small, even the six pirate kings with power all over the Witcher Islands dare not say that they have the ability to search all the islands, as long as Ivan does not appear in front of any harbor cities or other pirates from now on, Igni, the death row prisoner, can not do anything about him.

"Sevi, don't worry, Lao Tzu doesn't want to hide in this ghost place for the rest of his life, and when the wind calms down after a while, I have a way to take you back to the sea." It seemed that he knew what his subordinates were thinking, and Ivan didn't want to push them into a hurry, so he comforted them.

Thinking of the old and broken animal skin map that he had collected in his arms, his heart was on fire, as long as he got the relics of that person, he might be able to gain a strong force against the death row prisoner Igni, and maybe he could compete for the pirate king's seat in the future, it was precisely considering that it was too dangerous to find the relics by himself, and after escaping safely to this island, Ivan chose to leave the lives of a few cronies.

Thin and lean, dressed in a typical pirate attire, General Seve glanced at his boss suspiciously, but did not dare to refute it, he had followed Ivan on the sea for twelve years since he was sixteen years old, and no one knew better than him to question Ivan's fate.

If there is one sentence to describe it, it is that life is better than death.

Shaded by lush trees, sunlight shining through the foliage, Sophie and Scarlet Fish hidden in the shade of the trees, the years of practice have made the two of them deaf and clear, both of them can see and hear far from ordinary people, even from a distance of a thousand feet, the young man and woman can clearly observe the pirate's every move.

"There are four pirates in total, and two are resting and sleeping in the tent, probably last night's vigil, indicating that the leader is very cautious."

"I think that boss is very difficult to deal with, wait until late at night to kill the other three pirates, and then we will work together to kill him."

Sophie did not receive orthodox assassin training from an early age like her sister Su Ruozi, but she also learned to be patient under the eyes and ears of the family environment, hiding quietly in the shadows and waiting for the target to relax and attack, which is the most basic quality of a traditional assassin.

"It doesn't need to be that much trouble." The cuttlefish unexpectedly rejected his offer, staring at the pirate leader who was drinking in the distance, a pair of narrow and beautiful ink-colored eyes flowing with wonderful brilliance.

"I'll take care of that one, and you'll take care of the other three."

"Reason." Sophie just asked two words calmly.

Although she has only been in contact for less than a day, Sophie knows very well that she is not the kind of person who is reckless and brainless, and can even be called an extremely intelligent and spiritual woman.

"Sophie, do you know why I took the initiative to enter Alcatraz."

"It's the shackles and blood, the shackles of boxing and the realm, the thirst for blood, for which I am willing to fall into hell."

The black red fish muttered to herself with her eyes half-open, her whole body spirit and spirit were condensed like never before, and the killing intent was also wantonly scattered from the delicate plump body, her eyebrows were as cold and elegant as a crescent moon, her delicate and small pink lips became distorted and raised, and her peerless face was also a little more crazy and evil.

No longer hiding her whereabouts, she walked out step by step.

Sophie silently, killing boxing is a combination of bloodless and bloodless achievements are always limited, practitioners who practice fighting skills in modern civilized society will try their best to restrain themselves, if in order to improve the realm of challenge everywhere to kill and cripple people, and eventually provoke the police and the army to pursue and encircle and suppress, the end is only to be arrested or killed.

The practice of murder boxing is different from the assassination technique he is familiar with, the essence of which is to pay attention to frontal fighting, and let his own boxing skills, realm, and spirit be demuted and sublimated in the battle.

"An incomprehensible woman." He muttered under his breath and followed.

Maybe it's not that he doesn't have a chance of winning, as long as he can kill the other three pirates quickly, no matter whether the cuttlefish wins or loses, he has a lot of options.

If it was a mortal situation, Sophie would probably just turn around and leave.

Hearing this, the black red fish hooked his fingertips and picked up a wisp of green silk hanging from his ears, and smiled back.

No different from Sophie, the pirate leader gave her the same dangerous feeling, a little stronger than herself, but she was sure to kill him, adding a lot of fun and color to her first battle, a confidence that stemmed from the terrible instincts of twelve years of spiritual practice, and even more from the pride in her heart.

She is a cuttlefish, and she has practiced her family skills to the peak in twelve years, and she is more than her mother's cuttlefish.

In a makeshift camp.

Ivan suddenly threw away the flask in his hand, narrowed his small eyes, looked in the direction of four o'clock with a gloomy face, and quietly rested his right hand on the hilt of the sailor's scimitar at his waist. It's true, but every old pirate is alert and selfish, they don't trust anyone but themselves, and if necessary, even if it was a woman who had a night of pleasure last night, they would cut each other's throats with a blank face.

So even when he was drinking, Ivan never relaxed his perception of his surroundings.

There was a young girl walking slowly towards him.

This is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful tall girl, the ink is long to the waist, the bare skin on the wrists and neck is smooth and delicate, I am afraid that even the best pearls will be overshadowed by comparison, and a pair of upright Shuo** balls tremble from time to time during the stroll.

This kind of beautiful girl of the highest quality, any pirate or slave trader in the Witcher Islands will be greedy when they see her, and putting her in the slave black market in the harbor city can completely cause a noble fight, and without how to operate, you can easily earn an amazing fortune of more than 10,000 imperial gold coins, and those young noble children have always been willing to spend money for beauty and family face.

Ivan's face was quite ugly, especially when he noticed the awe-inspiring momentum on the girl's body, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but curse with both jealousy and envy.

Third-Order Peak Warrior!

is still such a young third-order professional, looking at the change in momentum, it seems that he can enter the lower rank of the fourth order at any time, you must know that he only vaguely touched the edge of the second-order warrior when he was eighteen years old, and after twenty years of countless near-death battles, he broke through to the fourth order step by step, but he was limited to his ordinary natural talents, and if there were no accidents, he would probably only be able to stop at the middle of the fourth order in this life.

The power system on the Vainze Big 6 will not be too far behind the first four orders, and even from time to time there is news that the third-order wizard will kill the fourth-order wizard, but once promoted to the fifth-order professional, it will be a qualitative change, and it will be described as killing the fourth-order like killing a dog with a joke that has been widely circulated in the tavern.

And several of the pirate kings who now crisscross the Witcher Islands are all fifth-order professionals.

Ivan pulled out the sailor's scimitar on his waist expressionlessly, he felt the familiar high killing intent from that momentum, no matter what, he had to leave the girl forever no matter what today, otherwise let her escape and pass on her whereabouts, and he would probably face the encirclement and pursuit of countless peers and adventurers next.

The guys had sharper noses than hounds, and if they could smell him, they would bite them in the back.

I am not surprised that the girl is dressed in modern clothes, after all, the gray and lawless area of the southern sea is a gathering of the entire Vonze world, and in the various harbor cities of the Witcher Islands, this kind of distinctive national costume can be seen everywhere.

Take advantage of the cuttlefish to attract the attention of Ivan and Sever.

Sophie walked swiftly through the jungle like a nimble to the back of the camp and silently sneaked into the tent, if the cuttlefish was on the side, he could see his breathing as if there was nothing, and even the sound and frequency of heart beating were minimized, the young man squatted down gently beside the two pirates who were asleep, a silver light flashed in his pupils, and without much hesitation, his left hand covered the man's mouth and nose like lightning, and at the same time his right hand grabbed his neck and pinched it skillfully.

The terrible grip broke his neck in an instant!

The slight sound of broken bones made the pirate who was in a light sleep next to him wake up immediately, and he reflexively drew the scimitar under his body, and before he could get up to meet the enemy, he only felt a cold light flash in front of him, and a cold touch and sharp pain came from his throat, and blood spurted out.

The sailor's scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

The man knelt on the ground weakly, his hands clasped together and tightly covered the wound in his throat, his mouth hissing with unknown meaning, and his brown pupils filled with pain, despair and resentment.

That kind of ** pain and mental torture is enough to make people crazy.

Sophie did this in a matter of seconds, and the whole process was as pleasing to the eye as if it were dancing, even if his grandfather was on his side, and the way the Assassins fought was like this, except in exceptional circumstances, they never fought their target head-on.

Just if you are careful, you can see that Sophie's heart is not as calm as it seems, and a pair of slender and delicate palms under his cuffs are trembling slightly.

After a few breaths of silence, he took a deep breath, his trembling body quickly recovered, and he bent down to pick up a thin blanket and the sailor's scimitar, first wiped the blood stains on the military dagger, and then pinned the scimitar behind his waist.

Indifferently glancing at the pirate who was still struggling on the ground, Sophie resolutely turned and left the tent.

As long as that little figure can be healed, even if his hands are stained with blood, he will not hesitate to do so.

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