"Ahhh......h

The nails flew over, and Parsente danced with his hands, blood pouring from his body, and screamed one after another.

Originally, trapping Alwyn in this small world was to restrict his activities, restrain his long sword, and make him a live target, however, Alwyn improvised and took local materials to attack and defend, and the form was reversed, and he became a victim instead, and the crossbow arrows did not shoot, and the iron nails shot like beads, and the target man became a target.

There are stone walls on the left and right, and there is no way to dodge, so he has to cover the vital point, and he hurriedly covers it, and it took a while to figure out that he can lower the height or even lie on the ground, after all, the long sword hits the iron nail, and the way the iron nail shoots the target is most suitable for diagonally upward.

"You're good!" Patterson gritted his teeth as he raised his crossbow arrow.

He fell to the ground on his back, and the queen retreated, the iron nails were small, and he was only a few flesh wounds, but the pain was unbearable, and he kept bleeding.

The torches were still burning, but the light was dim, and the secret passages were darkened and dangerous by the aura of confrontation.

"You're not bad either!" Alwyn scraped off a coat of the stone wall, covered it with nails, and stepped on the paved road to catch up.

Parson fell to the ground, scrawny as wood, his thin legs and feet like four branches, still as agile as a monkey, and crawling like a lizard, but he didn't escape far.

Is there no escape, Alvin thought, and without stopping, he continued to move forward step by step.

Alwyn held the torch, and Patterson's torch was thrown away, in the darkness, his eyes were still sharp, and the atmosphere of confrontation was suffocating.

"The knight is also willing to be a lackey for the pirates. Pason's voice rang out suddenly, very calm and composed, and his emotions did not fluctuate.

"Why aren't pirates acting as lackeys for knights?" Alvin asked rhetorically, taking another step forward.

The distance between the two sides was a few steps, but Patterson's crossbow arrow did not shoot, his arm was slightly raised, and the five fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and it was also at this moment that the atmosphere of confrontation seemed to have dropped to the lowest point.

"There is only one chance of an arrow, oh, as soon as the crossbow string sounds, the big sword will be on your neck, leaving no head, it all depends on the mood of the master. Alvin threatened faintly.

The trapped beast is still fighting, the other party will definitely fight hard, Alvin is not afraid of being hurt, he is only worried that the other party has some secret hand to die with him, after all, this is someone's lair.

"You're the young lord, you're coming quickly, but you're not far from death, and there are powerful people who want your life. ”

Alwin's body is not as tall and strong as Kent, but he is also slender and fit, and at this time, he is quite oppressive in the face of Patterson, who is short and thin, curled up in a ball, and kicks his legs backwards.

But Patterson's tone was calm, and he didn't say it with anger and unwillingness, but as if he was saying a word.

There was a slight pause on both sides.

At such a close distance, the arrows that were not shot were even more threatening, and one step forward was the thunder pool.

"The man asked me to tell you......"

In the next moment, in the otherwise quiet environment, Alwin was listening to Patterson's next words, the crossbow strings sounded, and the arrows flew in his face.

The space is narrow, you can't dodge, you can't use a torch in one hand and a big sword in the other, and you can't do the action of blocking.

The sound of the loud shouting suddenly pulled up, Alvin jumped high, and the slightly lower atmosphere suddenly rose to the top, the left and right blocks could not be blocked, the sword blade cut the arrow too fantastic, and the wisdom was born in a hurry, the long sword flipped over, and the sword surface became a fly swatter, and it was smashed down.

Torches swayed, figures swayed, clanged, sparks splattered, arrows flew sideways.

In the darkness, Paxant turned and fled into the distance.

Unable to give him a chance to use his crossbow arrows, Alvin quickly chased after him.

The black shadow slammed into the face, turned the sword and stabbed it, boom - the black shadow above the head shattered, it was a jar, full of seawater, and it became a soup chicken, and it was also a saltwater chicken, and it was poured through.

The torches were also lit, and the handles were all water, and the flames were dying and almost extinguished, and then swayed a few times before they eased their breath.

"Stoned you, little thing. ”

A few more jars flew in, shattered, and the soles of his feet were muddy, and Alwyn ignored them, and his body swooped down on it like a bow string.

The body suddenly lightened, and the moment he fell, Erwin's first reaction was a slide, a slope of at least sixty degrees, wet and slippery all around, his body was downward, the long sword rose but could not reach the top of the cave, the side split, the narrow space, the two-handed big sword was difficult to rise, and it was impossible to stop the loss of control at all.

Even if the torch is held, it is useless, and in the dark secret passage, it is like running blindfolded, and the potential energy is getting bigger and bigger.

Out of control.

Not sure what the next step is waiting.

Thinking of Patterson's flat tone and calm look, it seemed that there was something to rely on......

Gotta stop!

Swinging the sword, the only thing that can be relied on is the sword, poking, the tip of the sword slashes through the stone wall, leaving a scratch after the sparks are scattered, but this bit of force can't be stopped at all, and it slides down.

Poke, poke, poke, three times in a row, but it didn't work at all, and Alvin seemed to be grabbed by the devil by one foot and dragged hard to hell, and the mystery would be revealed in the next moment.

It can't go on like this.

The torch was thrown suddenly, slammed into something, and the flame jumped a few times and went out.

However, Alvin saw everything clearly at the exit.

Patterson waited there, his sharp eyes like the Grim Reaper staring at him, a sneer on his lips. In front of him stood a great axe, the blade of which was cold and glittering, splitting the hole in half from the top to the bottom, and once Alwyn slid down, it would be cut in half.

The sword let go, and Alvin pressed his palms against the wall, but the speed of the slide remained unabated.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

Life and death are on that axe blade, a two-line reflection of the cold light!

What to do?

"Hahaha...... I'm in charge of my territory......" Patterson smirked.

The next moment, Alvin slid to his eyes at great speed, and when his feet were within striking distance of the axe's blade, a row of calf-thick, one-foot-high stone cones burst out of the ground to form a threshold, just kicking at the young lord's feet.

"Yikes!"

"Ahh

Kick the threshold to prevent Alvin from entering the Ghost Gate.

The body immediately stopped, the body stood up suddenly with the help of inertia, clinging to the blade of the axe, and the coolness of the wire metal came, and there should be a white mark on the door of the head, and there was no bloodshed.

The long sword shot out and handed it out like lightning.

In addition to Patterson's astonishment, he shrank his neck with the instinct he had cultivated over the years of the dead, leaned back, rolled, and dodged the deadly kill, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder.

At the same time, the crossbow string vibrates, and the arrow leaves the string.

In the crack, Alwin couldn't dodge, and stretched out his left hand as a meat shield, blocking the front door, and the arrow pierced directly through the palm of his hand.

The cub's ability to improvise far exceeded the old pirate's expectations, and three carefully calculated traps in a row became the stage for this guy to reverse, and Patterson felt like he was acting with this guy.

Looks like you can't kill Alvin!

He tore off the corner of his clothes and tied up the wound, turned around, and escaped into the darkness.

Alvin crawled out of the hole, following the trail of blood, and chased forward for a while.

In front of the secret passage lies a cave, a natural cavern that covers the bay large enough to moor large ships, extending out to connect with the sea, where the waves crash against the rocks and the wind howls in.

The torches went out, and it took a little time for the eyes to adjust to the darkness, and the color around them was still a heavy black, but, ahead, the sky was about to dawn, and the light drifted in through the hole.

Alvin could see clearly that he was standing on a large platform, like a dock, like a treasure cave, a stacked bed frame house, all kinds of boxes and boxes, porcelain and ironware, all kinds of so-called treasures, and there were simple tables and chairs in the corner, and a few books were placed.

There were several sounds of metal and precious metals colliding, and Alvin rushed over, but the man was gone.

The rudimentary steps were carved out of the rock, and the blood trailed downwards, and Alwyn chased him to the water's edge, where the blood was washed away by the sea on the damp rock, and Patterson was nowhere to be seen.

The arrow was thrown on the rock, and when he used up the healing technique, he turned around, and the sharp wind broke through the air, and Alwyn deflected his head, and the arrow was nailed to the rock, and sparks shot in all directions.

Turning again, following the direction from which the arrow had come, Patterson emerged from a cavern, looked at him with a vicious look in his eyes, stepped on the waves with both feet, and flew swiftly towards the entrance of the cave, and the sea was cut open with a silver line, like the shadow of a mountain under the water, and the huge tail stirred the splash.

Alvin cursed stupidly, "I forgot, this hellish place is called Whale Island. ”

Cursing a few words, Patterson disappeared into the misty sea, and Alvin looked up at the platform above, where his trophies seemed to be plentiful.