The broken sword was like Storm Knight's confidence in the battle, easily crushed by Aldrich's overwhelming brute force, and while everyone's stunned expressions froze on their faces, Tris approached, and the force of his right fist slammed into Fleet's chest.

"Boom...... Gurg...... The crunch of bones cracked as the burly Storm Knight fell backwards, awakened by the intense pain, and Fleet stepped back alternately on his legs, barely holding on to his balance and not making a fool of himself in front of the enemy.

Humiliated like never before, the mightiest warrior of the Three North Seas was completely out of control, Aldrich tore his pride apart in front of people, and in order to wash away the stain on his life and abandon the useless name of the Storm Knight, Fleet ignited madness with anger.

His madness was very different from that of Baruch Stone Axe, his body did not change much, but his aura tended to be restrained, and the strange thing was that his eyes, which had stayed up late and were red by the sea breeze, had now turned into frost white like ice and snow, and a few sparks of electricity burst out from time to time, as if there was a lightning storm hidden in it.

Fleet forced his wound down with madness, and rushed towards Aldrich with his sword, just getting close and slashing down. I don't know if my brain was burned by anger, or if I forgot that this was a broken sword with a small half of a blade missing, and according to the trajectory of the weapon, it couldn't touch Tris's body at all.

Even Aldrich couldn't help but think so, but his keen sense of smell caused him to turn sideways in advance, and just as the Storm Knight's attack was about to fail, the tip of the short sword suddenly erupted with forked lightning, like the complex root system of a thousand-year-old tree, and even if it passed by, the subtle electricity exploded in Aldrich's chest with large scorched black burns.

"Uh......" Triss swallowed a sweet throat, boiling lava about to blurt out, he knew that he was badly wounded, and he used his iron will to force it down, and then once again burned a large amount of the source of faith, causing his whole body to enter the transcendent state of the fury of order.

Aldrich reached out and brushed the scars on his chest, and the gray-black charred skin was easily wiped away, just like wiping away the inconspicuous dust on the surface of fine porcelain, and the essence was still as smooth as new.

"That's your hole card, I'm so disappointed!" Triss took a deep breath, his chest rising high, and knowing what he was going to do next, Fleet, who had used all the power of the storm in his body, turned and fled, jumping into the sea in embarrassment, willing to be a shameful deserter.

"Roar!" the roar of the golden lion bloomed on the decks of the two neighboring Western Earth city-state warships, and everyone, including the Oath-Keeper Knight Phils Bargen, was blown to the ground by the air wave shockwave, unable to get up for a long time.

The stronger pirate offspring, the Harold warriors are getting back to normal faster, but they have been so frightened that not only has their fighting spirit been lost, but even their courage has been drained from their strong backbones, and they would rather choose to flee by jumping into the sea than face a terrifying knight.

Aldridge saw them abandon ship and flee without saying anything, and his followers soon realized that something was wrong, and Phils Bargan hurriedly stepped forward to help, and Tris's body, which had been accumulated with all his might, instantly returned to its original state, his chest was blurred with flesh and blood, and his charred skin bloomed and turned up, making it difficult to look at it directly.

"Don't let them find out......" Aldrich, whose fountain of faith had been burned, tilted his head and fell into a coma on the spot, but even then he was worried that the Harolds would go and return.

The Knight of Discipline gestured to his companion on the forehead, and immediately let out a cheer, and the nearby Penguin crew had no idea, and were infected by the atmosphere, and the shock just now turned into ecstasy, and they all let out a cry of victory.

Even if they were wounded, the crew members who could only get up by supporting each other showed the joy of the victors at this moment, and enjoyed the results of this hand-to-hand battle.

Led by the Euphorbia of the City Guard as a wartime firefighter, the Knight Captain looked around and saw no familiar figure, and immediately rushed to Aldrich Tris's location, where he was surprised but understandably to see him fall to the ground, guarded by his loyal followers.

While relieved, Martin Opry was particularly enthusiastic about the injury of the "Fourth Horseman", reached out to his cronies, sprinkled the remaining hemostatic powder, and carefully wrapped Aldrich with a clean bandage.

However, the knight who was intent on selling a favor to Triss was a little too zealous and almost didn't mummify Aldrich.

The right to clean up the battlefield naturally belonged to Martin Opry, and in his methodical command, his wounded were given priority care, even the robes of the dead were not abandoned, and the remains were sorted out and moved to the deck of the Penguin.

During this time, the Harolds were seriously injured and unable to escape, and the crew did not hesitate to mend the knives and bury them at sea with dignity, and give them to the sea fish that had been following the Penguin for a long time to satisfy their hunger.

The smell of blood had already attracted whale sharks from the nearby waters, and the blue-gray triangular fins emerged from the sea, like sharp blades shattering the layered swells.

The adventurers who cleaned the battlefield found a lot of fresh water mixed with wine that had not spoiled, a dozen boxes of air-dried cured meat, and a large number of sourdough bread in the storage room of the adjacent ship, which were tightly pressed in wooden barrels, and quickly returned to their fluffy original shape after being taken out.

After exchanging glances with each other, they smiled tacitly on their foreheads, and then happily tore them into small pieces to share, and they were not afraid of being discovered, and they were surprisingly bold.

The unique honey of the three countries of the North Sea is scarce, and the yellow syrup is as thick as honey, exuding an attractive mellow aroma that cannot be suppressed even if the smell of war fills the surrounding area.

Sharing a piece of sourdough bread can be regarded as a bonus for cleaning up the battlefield, but tasting good wine will definitely be punished, not to mention the unconcealable smell of wine, unless you don't speak, and then your current identity is not the adventurer of the past, but the ship's combatants who have been conscripted by the West-Turkey Customs Union, and you can no longer have the casual atmosphere of the past.

Wiping the corners of their drooling mouths, the crew moved the harvest to the deck and then transferred it to the Penguin's storage room, where the success made many people happy, and the original fear of returning home was dissipating.

The ballista, which was still in good condition, was removed along with the base, along with a large stock of stone shells, and then the redundant modifications were removed to repair the damage on the Penguin.

When the hustle and bustle had settled, the old captain Buckner One-Eyed had corrected the direction and direction of the wind, and set sail at once, for no one could have determined that there was only one sea wolf behind the Penguin.

Aldrich, who woke up from a coma until noon, in addition to experiencing the burning pain in his chest everywhere, unexpectedly found that the originally dry source of faith had unconsciously recovered most of it, ignored the torture of the pain, stood up, looked around the left and right, and found from the furnishings that it was the "single room" of the captain's cabin, after all, there was only one copy of the navigation compass and hydrographic map of the entire Penguin.

Pushing open the door, the bright sun sprinkled on the face, and the sailors and crew were in their places, but the number of people was less than thirty percent, and there was no chaos of boiling voices in the past.

"I used to think they were noisy and annoying, but now I miss them a little, maybe because of the injury, and I unconsciously have emotions. Aldrich couldn't help but comfort himself, quickly let go of his chest, took a deep breath, and unexpectedly pulled the rather tragic injury in his chest, and frowned for a long time before letting go.

Finding that the fourth knight, the greatest hero of the battle, woke up, the crew raised their hands to greet each other, and many of them put on their foreheads and took off their hats to salute a little grandly, and Tris waved his hands casually to thank them one by one.

Phils Bargan and other followers immediately rushed over, and the Knight Captain Martin Opry and the old Captain Buckner One-Eye approached with smiles on their faces. After the core three of the Penguin met, they exchanged brief greetings and immediately got to the point, Aldrich mainly listened, exchanged battle damages, battle dividends, and the problems they were facing at hand, and put them into their ears word for word.

The very serious scene was slightly joyful, after all, the tone and posture of the two were like loyal subordinates reporting to the real chief, and some people couldn't help but want to laugh, and quickly came to their senses to cover their mouths, but fortunately the sea breeze was very strong, and the slightest sound could not reach their ears.

After Aldridge heard this, the first thing he was concerned about was the wounded, and fortunately, a lot of wounded medicine seized by the lone wolf in the North Sea was properly treated. As for the robes of the war dead, they had already been buried at sea by Martin Opry, a suggestion that was fully supported by the old captain.

"They should be brought home and buried in dignity. Tris's kindness stunned the two of them, and the experienced Buckner One-Eye at sea silenced him with just one sentence.

"Plague!"

Aldrich sighed and nodded in agreement, and without considering it more comprehensively, he immediately apologized sincerely to the old captain, which made Martin Opry's eyelids raise slightly, and made a big difference to the "Fourth Horseman".

"You can be reasonable, and Your Excellency Triss is easier to deal with than I expected. I thought that defeating the Storm Knight would make him swell and rob me of my place on the Penguin, worthy of a traditional knight from a country manor. ”

Putting away the messy thoughts, Martin Opry's cold and hard face lines softened a lot, which made the Penguin crew who were familiar with him unacceptable, and even the city guard halberds were a little surprised.

Aldrich was about to say something when he cooed with hunger, and the crew members in the vicinity burst into laughter, and even Buckner One-Eye reached out to hide his face, his shoulders shrugged as if to force patience.

Martin Opry didn't want to laugh with the crowd, but the opportunity was so rare that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then he clapped his hands and announced that it was time to eat.

The popular cold food in the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea has always been regarded as a vulgar and barbaric way of dining, but the poor low-level civilians are quite enthusiastic, so they are copied to the Penguin by adventurers and mercenaries from the same background.

Each person was given a tin plate, and walked around the table in a neat line, and when he saw the food he wanted to eat, he used a halberd and a knife and fork to pull it on his plate. Each found a place to sit down, and had a rather hearty lunch in twos and threes, and each person had a glass of mellow honey wine.

There is still a small amount left over from the table, and the crew who feel that they still have an appetite can add more to their plates, and the only rule is that they must not waste it, especially now that the food reserves have become extra abundant, and it is even more strictly forbidden to waste food.

Aldrich chewed on the sourdough bread that had not yet spoiled, and there was little difference from what he had tasted before. The climate of the three Beihai countries is cold, dry and cold, and only rye can survive, gradually becoming a staple food. The first Harolds ate boiled wheat and changed their habits after looting the northern kingdoms and learning how to make bread.

The batter-fried fish cutlet was the main course for lunch, and the boiled meatballs in the seafood soup were a favorite of the crew, but the fish bones inside were a bit of a hassle. At Tris's suggestion, the boiled krill were steamed over water, and because most of the umami was retained, it successfully attracted the attention of sailors with bad tastes, and many people even chewed the leather shell and swallowed it, not afraid of the sharp hook claw scratching the tongue.

After a full meal, Aldrich stayed on deck with his eyes closed, his natural rhythm of breathing making his body's ability to heal itself more effective, and he was reflecting on his own shortcomings.

"Careless, I'm really careless. Knowing that the Storm Knights were the strongest warriors of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, he dared to underestimate their potential. ”

The experience of Lewotin Island, from one victory to another, too much success made the Virtue Knight inevitably a little complacent, Aldrich reached out and stroked the wound in his chest: "This is the lesson!"