A little north in the Western Sea, a small fleet was hurrying away with full sails.

The leader of this fleet is an old general with a white beard and an unusually strong spirit. He has a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, and his eyes are full of murder, and he knows that he is a ruthless character at a glance. And a few scars on his face and hands prove that he is not the kind of person who will only make others bleed and shrink behind, and his strength should definitely not be underestimated.

His name was Kansa, Kansa Thrace, and he was the commander-in-chief of the navy of the Kingdom of Thrace.

As a member of the Thracian clan, Marshal Kansa was of the same age as His Majesty the current King Charles, but he was much older than His Majesty Charles. Nearly seventy years old, he has fought in battles since he was a teenager, and has participated in almost every major battle in the Thracian kingdom over the years, from previous kings to contemporary kings. Considering that His Majesty Charles is not in good health, it is estimated that in a few years, he may be able to insist on serving the next king for a few more years.

There are very few such generals in the entire kingdom of Thrace. Those contemporaries of him have either died or have retired, and only he is still on the front line, basking in the sun, rain, blowing the sea breeze, and eating rotten vegetables on the warships of the navy.

The officers of the Thracian Navy today are almost all his students. In the naval system, his prestige is even higher than that of the king.

The old marshal leaned on the deck with his command knife, his eyes blazing ahead, and the whole person seemed to have become a statue, motionless.

After a long time, he finally made a move, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "How long have we been left behind?"

"About a day and a half. The adjutant who had been waiting next to him immediately replied.

Field Marshal Kansa snorted dissatisfiedly, and did not say anything like "speed up".

Fighting a war is a serious matter, and so is sailing. You can go as you go safely, and you can't speed up casually. Since ancient times, I have only heard of those who seek victory in stability, and I have never seen anyone who can win if they blindly seek speed.

Stability is Marshal Kansa's consistent line of thought. In fact, he was full of vigor when he was a teenager, and he used to feel that "soldiers are expensive and fast". But as he grew older, as the number of wars he experienced increased, especially commanding the navy and fighting the Pirate King many times, he became more and more aware of Barbarossa's power, and he also paid more and more attention to the word "stability".

This time to encircle and suppress Skull Island, the Thracian Navy is only an auxiliary, there is no need to rush too far ahead. A little slower is not a bad thing.

(It's a pity that the Sislin family refuses to participate in this war, if we have the help of the sharpshooters of the Sky Bow Clan, our combat power will definitely be greatly increased!)

Thinking of this, Marshal Kansa's eyes flickered, but there was a little annoyance in his heart.

The Sislin family is also a famous Thracian family, and in terms of status and status, it is not below him in the slightest. When it comes to qualifications, it's even more overwhelming - when he was only a commando leader in the Thracian diving unit, Emmivi Sisling was already the captain of the archers who commanded the thousand-man team. Later, she became a legendary powerhouse, leaving Kansa far behind.

Now the Sisling family is located on the border, defending Thrace against the immortal demon dragon Dorenokars, even if it is a Kansa marshal, it is not easy to mobilize their family's people.

If Thrace had fought alone, he would have been able to draw the Sislings' men for reasons such as "safety". But Thrace was only responsible for this battle, and there was no danger, so if the Sisling family did not come to the war, he could not think about it.

Although he knew that if the Sislin family did not come, it would not have any impact on the situation of the war, but he was extremely annoyed at the thought of another family drifting away from the Thracian kingdom.

(Alas!I don't know when Thrace will be able to regain its former strength!)

The old marshal, who had experienced that short glorious era, couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart, although his body was still upright.

He still remembered that when Elanz was not yet independent, his uncle, His Majesty Richard, the former king, was still there, and at that time, Thrace was swallowing Retton in the north, invading Molai in the south, and also had a large sphere of influence in the steppe, and completely controlled the mountainous area to the south of the orc steppe, occupying almost one-third of the land in the entire Western Continent.

It's a pity that prosperity is just a passing thing. Today, Thrace is left with less than half of its peak land. The Elantz became independent, and the kingdom of Leighton regained the land that had been cut off in the war, and even the orcs took away the Central South Mountains on the grounds that "the lifeline cannot be controlled by outsiders".

Although Thrace is still a big country, the weakness of the country is clear at a glance.

Just as the old marshal was recalling the past and feeling sad, a sharp sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

It was the Eagle Knight in charge of reconnaissance, blowing a magic horn to warn!

He was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a black dot rapidly descending, and in a moment it fell to a height not far from the deck. The Eagle Knight, dressed in a cold-proof suit, shouted in a girlish voice: "Report to the marshal! Three warships are coming towards us from the southwest, and they are very fast!"

Marshal Kansa was taken aback and asked, "Do you see what ship it is?"

Eagle Knight shook his head.

"Keep scouting!" he ordered the Eagle Knight to rise into the air again, and then ordered the entire army to prepare for battle.

I don't know who is coming, but I can't go wrong with being ready for battle.

It's better to have a false alarm than to be caught off guard by the enemy!

After a few moments, the lookout hurried down from the mast and reported with a pale face: "Yuan ...... Marshal! It's a red ...... Redbeard!"

Marshal Kansa frowned, his heart full of doubts.

"Redbeard" is naturally the pirate king Barbarossa, and he is the only one in the world who uses the blood-stained redbeard as his banner.

It's just that...... The Pirate King should be besieged on Skull Island by now, how did he leave Skull Island and come here?

What about the centaurs ahead? Have they been defeated, or have they not found any trace of the Pirate King?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said to his adjutant: "Use communication magic to contact the Elantz side, ask them about their situation, and inform them that we have encountered the Pirate King's fleet!"

"Yes!" the adjutant hurried to the cabin, while the old marshal, still holding his command knife on the deck, kept an eye on the three pirate ships that were approaching.

"I don't know why, but you were able to break out of the encirclement, but ...... Since you're here, don't go!" he said to himself coldly, "Over the years, our Thracian navy has fought many battles with you on Skull Island, and it's time for a final end!"

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