"He who is brave in battle may lose, but he can always win!

"Hmph, you say this as if I'm going to die soon! Boy, you're running out of time, I see what you can do? I'll just hold you anyway!"

"Since time is pressing, I'll take a gamble!" a strange glint flashed in Kersmer's eyes.

"Take a gamble? haha, that's ridiculous!Oh, you mean you want to give up this senseless resistance, right?, as long as you obediently lay down your arms and kneel to me and beg for mercy, I'll consider sparing your life!" the slave dealer laughed arrogantly, as if he had won.

"I'm gambling with your life!" said Kersmer, as he threw the short knife in his right hand at the slaver boss.

Seeing the dagger hurled at him, the slaver boss dodged in a hurry, trying to dodge the sudden throwing attack, but he was still a little slower, and although he was not injured by the dagger, the dagger cut off a piece of his left hair, and almost whistled past his scalp, flying towards the ocean behind him.

The slave dealer boss was about to slow down, but he saw that Kersmed was about to throw the second dagger at him in desperation, which made his scalp tingle, and he couldn't help but scream, and took a big step back, leaning on the side of the ship. And the next moment, another short knife in the hand of Kersmeders had been thrown out.

Almost at the same time as Korsmerd's attack, the slave dealer boss rolled backwards without pause, crossed the side of the ship, and fell into the sea with a thud. The short knife that Kersmerd threw flew straight into the air, and then fell into the ocean in the distance.

Kersmund could not have imagined that the slave trader would be so cowardly that he would not even have the courage to stay on the boat to avoid his second throwing attack, so he went straight to the sea to dodge. If the slave dealer had seen the scene where Kersmer threw a short stick to stun his henchman Bill, perhaps he had jumped into the sea before Kersmer threw his first knife.

The slave dealer boss knew very well that as long as he could avoid the second throw of the Grim Warrior unharmed, the Epigram would be even more helpless for a while, and after ten minutes, the ship would be able to get close to the Živa Cart, and as long as the people they were picking up on the shore found out about the situation on the ship, then Cosmod and the group of captives would be in a desperate situation - they could not escape in such a situation after alarming the Stygian Slavers.

However, the boss of the slave traders, who thought he was very clever, did not dare to take the risk of gambling, and finally chose to escape - he was very good at water, and this place was not far from the coast, even if he fell into the sea, he still had a good chance of saving his life.

Kersmund walked quickly to the side of the ship, and when he looked down, he could only faintly see a figure floating on the surface of the ship at the stern.

The ship rode the wind and waves at a rapid pace, leaving the slaver boss far behind in the water. Epidem frowned, but was also secretly relieved in his heart. The result was not bad for him, and although he was confident in his throwing, he was not sure of hitting the slave dealer boss - he was quick and so afraid of death that it was not easy to knock him down with his throw.

As Ersmond said, it's a gamble. Because time is pressing, and this slave dealer boss who is afraid of death is deliberately delaying time, not confronting him, but pestering him. Minded had to choose a quick way to take the slave boss down. So, he decided to take a gamble and threw both of his short knives at the slave trader's boss.

However, no matter how good a person's throwing skills are, he cannot ignore the importance of luck in throwing. After all, nine points out of ten throws can be determined by strength, but at least one point must always be determined by providence. After the first dagger did not hit the Slaver Boss, there was a momentary hesitation for Kersmer, because if the second Shortsword he threw was dodged by the Slaver Boss, then the Slaver Boss would immediately attack him with impunity, relying on his advantage in weapons to force Kersmer into a difficult situation again. In that case, it would be more difficult for Kosmerd to defeat him in a short period of time.

However, Ksmead's hesitation was fleeting, and he immediately decided to take a desperate gamble and throw the second dagger as well.

There will always be moments when a person will have to make a choice before he has time to think it through. The choices people make at such times are often influenced by two factors, one is fear and the other is hope. Fear can make people cower, just thinking about finding a way out, and stealing peace. Hope, on the other hand, makes people move forward positively, see more possibilities, and even create miracles.

The choice that Kersmund made at this critical moment was influenced by hope, and he threw the second short knife in his hand, just for more possibilities, just to knock down the annoying old fox in front of him in an instant, and buy time for himself and the group of captives.

The fear of death made the slave dealer boss afraid to stay on the boat to avoid Symmer's desperate gamble, and chose to fall into the sea to escape.

As the winner of the gamble, Kersmund only came to the side of the ship to catch a glimpse of the slave trader's boss, a man who had fallen into the water and lost miserably, and then immediately turned around and joined the captives and slave traders in the scuffle.

Without the entanglement of the slave traders, Korsmod was like a tiger in trouble, and together with the captives, he quickly knocked down the slave traders one after another. After a few minutes, there was no more slaver standing on deck. Most of the slave traders were knocked unconscious by Kersmer and the captives, while a few hapless slave traders were hacked to death by the knife-wiping captives. As for the captives, none of them died, but most of them were wounded, fortunately all slightly, and none of them were seriously injured. Led the captives, Kersmer launched a surprise attack and used crowd tactics to win the battle.

After defeating all the slave traders, Korsmund immediately went to the captain and asked him and the sailors to turn the ship around and sail back to the Nest Wheel.

The bearded, bald-headed captain said to Korsmead in horror and distress: "The ship has run out of food, and even the wine is gone, so I must dock the ship at the Živa to make the necessary supplies before it can set sail again." If we return to the Woche rule like this, then the whole ship of us will all starve to death or die of thirst at sea before we can return to the Woche. ”

After saying this, the captain stretched out his hand and pointed to the north, and said worriedly: "Besides, you see, the storm is coming, let's get ashore as soon as possible, it will be dangerous to stay at sea." ”

Seemer looked in the direction of his finger, and at once he saw a large dark cloud rolling in from the northern part of the sea and the sky.

This situation made Kersmod fall into deep thought after a moment of consternation. Having no choice, Kersmoud and the captives had no choice but to abandon their plan to return to Ōcheze at once, allowing the ship to dock at Živaō. As for what they were going to do after the ship docked, Kersmund quickly decided.

After about ten minutes, the cargo ship entered the harbor of Rivacheze and gradually came to shore. On the shore, nearly twenty sturdy men, as if they had received some kind of reminder, came to the dock at this time, led by a man who was at least half a head taller than his companions around him.

As soon as the ship landed, the sailors lowered their gangplanks from the ship to the shore, and one of the sailors deliberately glanced at the location of the men. And this sailor is none other than Ksmerd - he pretends to be a sailor, and then he has to make sure that the plan goes ahead as a sailor.

The fierce man frowned slightly, and asked one of the people beside him, "Are they right? Are you sure it's this ship?"

The man replied, "Probably not, what they do best is to disguise themselves as people of various identities, and then conduct surveillance and reconnaissance in ports, squares, taverns, and even in other people's homes." Their eyesight and observation were trustworthy, and, according to the information that Warrien had first received from the land nine days earlier, Warrien had hired such a ship. ”

"Worrien's that guy is really! The ship is docked, what is he doing in the cabin? he should be standing on the deck and waving to us!" said the menacing man, raising his voice, and shouted at the ship, "This is the cargo ship that Warrien hired in Sagoth?"

"Yes, sir," replied Kosmer, "our employer this time is indeed called Warrien!"

"What is that Warrien guy doing now, why hasn't he come out yet?" asked the vicious man.

"Oh, he's probably not going to be able to come out now!" and he and his companions had been drinking and gambling all day. Now they are all so drunk that they can't even climb up!"

"Damn! these bastards!" the vicious man cursed, raised his right hand and moved forward, and continued, "Let's go and sober up those bastards!"

Then, under the leadership of this man, nearly twenty men walked to the ship through the gangplank and walked into the cabin one after another. And they were followed by Ksmerd and several sailors.

I only heard a series of screams and screams and crackling noises suddenly came from the otherwise quiet cabin. Two or three minutes later, just as the men assigned by the Stygian Slavers to conduct surveillance and reconnaissance on the harbor, and a group of soldiers who supervised and inspected the transportation of goods, did not know what was happening, a large group of people suddenly swarmed out of the cabin and ran to the shore through the gangplank. The man in charge of the back of the hall at the end of the running was none other than Ksmerd, and he was not at all conspicuous in the crowd of runners.

The group soon merged into the sea of people like a tidal wave, and scattered through the streets and alleys of the former Wacheze as Kersmund had promised before.

As the ship docked, Korsmoud discovered that the arrival of the men was no coincidence, and that they must be the ones in charge of the Stygian Slavers. And the reason why they knew that this ship was the ship they were waiting for, and that they had arrived so punctually, must have been because they had reliable information, and they had also arranged an eyeliner in this harbor to keep an eye on the ship's movements.

Shortly after nightfall, a storm finally swept in. Hiding in an abandoned grass hut at the end of an alley, he hides from the storm and sleeps all night.

In fact, the storm had almost stopped in the middle of the night, but Kersmer still didn't choose to sleep, not because he had slept too much on that ship before, but because of the existence of the Stygian Slavers Organization and even the Eternal Night Alliance, he really didn't dare to let his guard down and settle down. He helped the would-be captives regain their freedom, which undoubtedly offended the Stygian Slavers, and the Immortal Night United, to which they belonged, would not let him go easily. Therefore, he must hide his whereabouts and remain vigilant at all times before leaving the land of right and wrong.

Kersmod didn't know what the so-called Eternal Night Alliance had other than the Stygian Slavers, which bothered him and made him jealous. People tend to be terrified because they see something, but sometimes they are also frightened because they can't see something. The first type of fear comes from the outside world, which stimulates people's consciousness and makes people frightened in an instant, but it is also easy to be diluted by forgetting. The second kind of fear, on the other hand, comes from the human heart, is rooted in the imagination, and once generated, it follows the human mind like a shadow and can affect the human mind for a long time.

Kersmod's current fear of the Eternal Night Union is the second. This fear would remain in his heart until he could understand the general condition of the Eternal Night Union. Therefore, he was now eager to know what kind of existence the Eternal Night Union really was.

Bruce refers to the Eternal Night Union as the seventh nation of Calradia, and also worships the leader of the Eternal Night Union as a god. Kosmode could hear from his proclamatory words that his beliefs and ideas, like any decree, had been clearly instilled in him by others, and had come to take for granted. In the Eternal Night Alliance, there must be countless people who have this kind of thought and belief, and even within the Eternal Night Alliance, it is not surprising that it is still common knowledge.

However, although Bruce is a member of the Eternal Night Alliance, because his status is too lowly, he does not know what other organization the Eternal Night Alliance has other than the Stygian Slave Traders' Organization, almost like an outsider.

Therefore, Kersmod would not have believed too much in the words that Bruce said that might have exaggerated the union of the eternal night. However, nothing that can make a normal adult fanatical is anything but simple, and Kersmund knows that. The truth may be beyond his imagination, and he doesn't dare to make any conclusions until the mystery of the Eternal Night Union is finally revealed. And he now knows very little about the Eternal Night Alliance, so he is inevitably afraid.

After the storm, the night is as cold as water, and even though it is summer, such a night also makes people feel a little chilly. Kersmund huddled in a corner of the hut, pondering and enduring in the darkness.

The long night passed bit by bit, and in the first half of the night when the storm raged, Ksmod was shrouded in darkness where he could not reach his fingers. The hut did not provide him with complete protection from this level of wind and rain, and the rain was constantly dripping down above him, or splashing from the front, wetting many parts of his body.

When the storm subsided, Minded breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood brightened when he saw that the sky was much brighter.

He roughly estimated the passage of time, and when he thought it was almost dawn, he couldn't help but get excited. He decided that as soon as it was dawn, he would set out to find the gate of the city where Riva Cheze was located, and then leave the place as soon as possible.

In fact, it was still about half an hour before dawn broke.

Convinced that the long night had been over, his mind and nerves, which had been heavy, were gradually relaxed.

He stretched his hands and feet with a little excitement, waiting for the darkness to be expelled by the light, waiting for the moment to run freely in the morning light.

However, just as the dawn was about to come, something came to the place where Sensed was located before the dawn.

Suddenly, he heard a noise from the roof on the left side of his face, which startled him, and he became alarmed. Soon after, he saw an even more astonishing scene.

I saw a pitch-black ghostly figure emerge from a roof on the left side of the front of Kersmer, and jumped up, crossed the alley in the air, and landed on a roof on the right side of Ksmerd.

Just as Ksmerd was overwhelmed by the appearance of this mysterious figure, the figure that had stopped on the roof also seemed to spot Ksmerd and looked towards Ksmerd's location.

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