Bruce's words and deeds reminded Mindmond of the crazy Rena, and a sense of fear and uneasiness arose in his heart. He took a deep breath, resisting the influence of negative emotions, pressed the side of the blade of the dagger against Bruce's neck, and continued to ask coldly, "The Eternal Night Alliance? It's not a good thing to hear it! You dare to call yourself the Seventh Kingdom of Calradia, how arrogant is it! Who is your leader? And you, the Eternal Night Alliance, what other organization is there besides the Stygian Slavers you just mentioned?"

Fear of death can sometimes change a person's beliefs, and sometimes blind faith can make people forget about death. At this time, Bruce, who seemed to be the latter, was held to the neck by Kersmer with a short knife, but still immersed in the fanatical worship and fantasy aroused by what he had just said, and did not seem to feel the slightest fear, and replied with pride: "Our leader is not a man, but a god-like being, and I have not seen him, just as you have not seen your God!" I don't know what our Eternal Night Alliance has other than the Stygian Slavers, but I don't need to know, I just need to know that our Eternal Night Alliance will one day unify Calradia, and our leader will one day be crowned the sole king of Calradia, and that's enough! And you people can't stop us from uniting the eternal night at all, if you don't wake up sooner, you can only wait for death!"

Sensed let out a sneer and said, "Hmph, yes, I may not be able to stop you from uniting the Calradia continent with the Eternal Night, but your life is now in my hands, I can at least kill you before you are unified, I see how you can witness and rejoice!"

Hearing this from Kersmerd, Bruce shuddered, and immediately came to his senses from his fanatical adoration and fantasies, and looked at Korsmerd again with fearful eyes, his voice trembled again, and he said inarticulately, "You...... Don't kill me! You can do whatever you want me to do, you and I can do anything, don't kill me!"

"How many of you are still on this ship, are you all armed?" asked Kersmurd.

Bruce replied, "We have twenty-three other men on this boat, including our boss, each with a knife with him. ”

"How do they compare to you, and what are they doing now?"

"They're probably all huddled together on the bow deck now, blowing the sea breeze, drinking and gambling! Except for our boss, everyone else is like me, and they will punch and kick their swords a few times, far from being your match. But our boss is different, he served in the Nord army when he was young, he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and after retiring from the army, he has been working hard for so many years, you ...... You're probably no match for him!"

"Whether it's his opponent or not, I'll know if I've beaten him!, not you!" Eyemold finished speaking, and without waiting for Bruce to answer, he shoved the ball of cloth back into Bruce's mouth.

Then, Kersmund took the ball of cloth from Bill's mouth and said, "Do you have anything to add to me for your little life?"

Bill said excitedly: "This ship is about to arrive in Riwacheze! Our men are already waiting to meet us at the port of Riwacheze, and don't underestimate the power of our Stygian Slavers in Riwacheze! I advise you to release us quickly, and then obediently return to the box, and do not resist uselessly, this can at least save your lives!"

"Hmph, then your Stygian Slavers will be waiting in the harbor of Živāqart, and we will take possession of the ship before it reaches Živāqtze, and then sail the ship back to Ōcheze!" Before he could finish speaking, Kersmed shoved the cloth back into Bill's mouth, then stood up, turned to the group of captives who had basically eaten and drunk, and said, "Did you all hear that? If we want to regain our freedom, we must take it down before it arrives at the Živa and sail back to Wocheze, or go somewhere, not the Živa anyway. Our enemy still has twenty-three men, and certainly not counting the captain and sailors of this ship, but hopefully they will be on our side, if not if not, at least not to help our enemies. And what we have to do is to defeat our enemies and occupy this ship in order to set us free!"

"Let's go out and fight them now!", "Let's kill those beasts together!"...... The captives shouted, but they all kept their voices down, not daring to alarm the fellows first.

Kersmer looked at the eager eyes of the captives at him, listened to their impassioned words, and felt some invisible but uplifting power emanating from them, quickly condensing with himself as the central point. His heart began to beat faster, his blood began to boil, an unprecedented excitement that stirred through his consciousness. He, Minder, is about to lead one group of people to defeat another. For the battle to come, Kosmund had to face not only as a lone fighter as he was accustomed to, but also as a leader in a group of men - something he had never experienced before.

Although the group of captives he led were all unarmed civilians, they were far inferior to thugs like Bruce and Bill in terms of physical condition, psychological quality, and equipment. Almost none of these captives, with the exception of a few of them, had received combat training. Their only advantage over the enemy seems to be in terms of numbers. However, when all other conditions are far inferior to the enemy, more people does not necessarily mean that a greater advantage will be formed, and sometimes, it will become a drag and create another disadvantage, which is also the meaning of the elite strategy.

In the eyes of Ksmerd, numerical superiority was not the only advantage of the captives, but he also saw another advantage in the captives, and that was their determination—the hatred of the slave traders and the desire for freedom, which gave the captives a great determination to fight the enemy to the death. It was this shared determination that allowed the captives to unite as an army with high morale and to fight their enemies bravely.

"Come! let's take them by surprise and take them by surprise! If only we can take them all down and take control of this ship, we will be free!" shouted Kersmund excitedly, not loud but powerful enough for every captive in the cabin to hear.

The captives complied, and then followed Ksmerd and quickly moved out of the cabin.

It was close to dusk, and the sun was sinking in the west, and it seemed that it would soon set in the western sea. On the deck of the bow of the ship, more than two dozen men were gathered in a group, bathed in the light of the setting sun, blowing in the sea breeze, drinking and gambling to their heart's content. Laughter and laughter continued to flow from among them, and went away with the sea breeze that continued to blow.

Suddenly, a group of men rushed out of the cabin, and a young man, following the blow of the sea breeze, rushed straight to the side of the group of men with a speed that seemed to surpass the sea breeze, and before the men could react, he threw a punch and smashed it on the head of one of the men, knocking him to the ground.

The boy was none other than Ksmurd, and he had left the two short knives he had taken from Bruce and Bill, and the short sticks he had received from the sailor, to the use of the three caravan guards who had been trained in combat, and he himself was the vanguard of the attack with his bare hands. He was followed by a group of captives who were shouting loudly, and a tidal wave poured into the place of the slave traders.

By the time the group of slavers reacted and hurried to meet the enemy, three of them had already been knocked to the ground by Ksmerd and the group of captives he led, unable to get up.

Before the slavers could react, Kersmund knocked out two slavers in quick succession with a lightning strike. Then, just as he was about to strike at the third slaver, a figure approached him to the right and slashed at him. Hearing the sound of a blade breaking through the air, Kersmurd quickly dodged the guy's sneak attack, and immediately turned to look at the guy who had deliberately attacked him from behind.

It was a middle-aged man with a tall and thin stature, a majestic countenance, and a grim gaze. The most striking feature of his body is not the slightly bald crown of his head, but the scar on his left cheek that extends from the bag under his eyes to his chin.

Before he could see his general appearance, he swung his knife again and approached him. There is no doubt that this man is the boss of this group of slave traders.

"Boy, who are you, why are you on our ship? You let these slaves out, right?" asked the slave dealer boss coldly, slashing at the dodging Kersmurd.

Germund was silent and did not answer, constantly dodging the fierce attacks of the slave dealer's boss, and the disadvantage of not having weapons made it difficult for him to fight back for a moment.

When the two fought, around them, the captives and slave traders were also in a mess, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Forced back a few steps, Kersmund caught a glimpse of the short knife at the waist of a slaver beside him. The slave trader was about to draw the dagger from his waist to meet a caravan guard with a short club, but alas, when his hand touched his waist, he found that there was still a knife at his waist—his knife, which had long since been taken by the hand of Ksmerd, who had passed by him.

With the dagger in hand, Kersmund immediately steadied himself and went head-to-head with the slaver boss.

The lightning-fast shot, with the style of play of advancing and retreating, quickly regained the disadvantage for Kosmoed. This time, it was the slave boss's turn to be forced back several steps by Minded. Kersmer's style of play, which only attacked without defense or dodging, reminded the slave dealer boss of the soldiers who did not want to die on the battlefield. When he was young, he had been a soldier for a long time, and he had seen many soldiers like this who did not die.

According to his experience, nine times out of ten, such a soldier who does not want to die will die on the spot. At first, he saw that Eksmerd also seemed to be using this kind of deadly play, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, thinking that as long as he dodged this kid's wild attack, he could take the opportunity to fight back and end his life with a knife when he was out of breath.

"Boy, this way of fighting can easily cost you your life! In fact, why should you slaves take the risk of resisting? You have to be beaten and killed before you will die and understand your fate? You are really stupid, obediently obey our arrangement, at least you can save your life! And life, what a precious thing, why don't you know how to cherish it?" said the slave dealer boss sarcastically, nimbly dodging the attacks of the Symmed, and from time to time counterattacking the Cosmod.

As if he had taken the words of the slave dealer boss as a deaf ear, he did not reply, but the knife in his hand responded for him.

The slave dealer boss immediately discovered that although Kosmerd only attacked, and did not defend or dodge, his attack was by no means a wild attack, but almost every time, he could attack his weakness, and it was the weakness that he showed when he attacked. If Kosmerd's shot was a little quicker, or his return and dodge a little slower, he would be out of luck.

Exactly the opposite of those soldiers who did not want to die, this slave dealer boss was a soldier who was extremely afraid of death when he was young. If he hadn't been forcibly drafted into the army, he would never have chosen to be a soldier, and if he hadn't been executed for deserters, he would have left the army long ago.

On the battlefield, when charging at the enemy, he always deliberately slowed down his advance so that he could be at the back of the troops, without worrying about being shot by the enemy's crossbowmen and not facing the first round of the enemy's cavalry with a very high lethality rate.

And in hand-to-hand combat, he never bravely fights with the enemy, only dodges everywhere, and even at a critical moment, pulls his teammates next to him over as his shield or shield. When he sees that the situation is not good, he will immediately play dead. Although he has been on the battlefield for a long time, he has not killed a few enemies, but has killed many of his comrades. In addition, his acting skills on the battlefield were so good that almost no one could think or see his shameful behavior.

Of course, a man like him would not dare to confront a fighter like Eksmode, who is indomitable and sharp in battle. After he retired from the army, he began to try his best to hide his true nature, and no longer showed anything to others for many years, after joining the Dark Moon Slave Dealer Organization, he also relied on his good skills and a little cleverness, and became a small leader, commanding more than 20 younger brothers, although his status in the Dark Moon Slave Dealer Organization was not high, but he could also receive some attention from his superiors.

Despite this, today he meets Kosmerd, but he has to show his cowardice. After a few moves with Kersmoad, he became timid, and gradually retreated, and rarely even made another move.

Kersmund frowned as he looked at the slave dealer boss who had begun to wander around him, cowering and keeping his distance from him, and wanted to ignore him for a while and deal with the other slave traders. But just as he was about to divert his attack, the slave dealer boss suddenly attacked him. When Minded turned around to fight him again, the slave dealer boss hurriedly backed away and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bow of the ship.

Sensing that something was wrong, Kersmund looked in the direction of the bow of the ship, and could not help but fall into horror.

I saw that in the direction of the bow of the ship, a coast was clearly visible in the distance, and it was obvious that it was the coast of Rivacheze, and even the scenery on that coast could gradually be seen clearly by the people on this ship.

Only then did Kersmed realize that the day was approaching, the time was short, the battle between the captives and the slave traders was still raging, and the slave dealer boss did not dare to confront him head-on, but did not allow himself to attack the others, obviously delaying time.

"Boy, you see that too, right? The Rota is close at hand, and if our men on the docks find out that something is wrong with this ship, then you will be dead! unless you can defeat us and take the ship before you are discovered, but that is impossible! With me here, you will not succeed!" said the slave dealer boss smugly.

"Why are you so sure, it's too late for me to knock the others down and deal with you!" said Kersmund calmly, turning again to attack one of the slavers on his right.

The slave dealer boss hurriedly caught up again, intending to entangle the slave trader boss, but the slave dealer boss was prepared, he just made the appearance of attacking others, but his attention was never taken away from the slave dealer boss. He waited for the slave dealer's short knife to stab him in the left shoulder, and then suddenly raised his left hand upwards and grabbed the slave dealer's knife-wielding right wrist, and at the same time turned his right hand and slashed the short knife at his right arm.

The slave dealer boss reacted quickly, and as soon as his right hand was grabbed by Kersmond, he immediately retracted his hand, and Kersmer couldn't hold his right hand steady, and the knife certainly failed to cut his hand, but Germerd still snatched the slave dealer's knife away.

The slave dealer took a few steps back, drew a short knife from his waist, and said to Kersmod, "Boy, you're fast! But I don't have more than one knife, and I won't fall for you again!

"Yes," said Kosmead, "you can carry many knives with you, but you only have one life!

"What are you afraid of death? I just don't risk my life for useless adventures and rebellions like you stupid people. Smart people like me know how to value their lives. The slave dealer boss grinned, and the majesty on his face was long gone.