At the base camp of Severor, the feast continued, and after about an hour, the drunken pirates were sprinkling drunken mania in the room, and the innermost Severer began to swing, and the two cloaked visitors had not drunk much, so they remained sober. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hiccup...... The guy over there...... Quickly pour the wine for Lao Tzu......" After dozens of glasses of wine, Sewol was already drunk, but still motioned for his men to refill the wine for him, and as he spoke, he collapsed on the chair and fell asleep, seeing that the host of the banquet had fallen asleep, and the two visitors also got up and left, at this time it was the best time for Nabal, he quickly drew his saber and turned over the table, ready to slit Severle's throat.

Just as the tip of the knife was about to slice Severer's throat, an invisible murderous aura shook Nabal deeply, causing him to stop his movements and turn around to find the source of the killing intent, which was the blue-cloaked visitor who had already stepped out of the door.

"Murdering the master is not a noble thing, not to mention that Sewolle is already our collaborator, do you really dare to do it?" The young man's voice was as cold as ice, mixed with bursts of murderous aura, and even the bold Nabal felt a chill in his heart.

However, as a well-informed pirate leader, Nabal would not rest on his laurels, giving up on assassinating Sewoller, throwing his sword at both visitors, and sprinting at full speed for each other.

The blue cloak flicked off the high-speed spinning saber with a high leg, sending it deep into a large circle of cheese not far away, and Nabal thought to himself that although this man had two strikes, he should not have enough experience to see his own combination tactics, but when he threw a punch at the only flaw in the boy, the other powerful hand directly grasped his sea bowl-like fist.

Before he could recover from his mistake, he was shocked back a few steps by a side kick in the center, this kick was kicked by the blue cloak, and at the moment when his opponent took the move, his hood was directly illuminated by the oil lamp on the wall, and Nabal was able to see the lower half of his face, which was a very white face, as if he had been well maintained in his daily life, as if he were a noble son who had not been deeply involved in the world.

"See who I am! I'm Nabar, it's natural to kill the rivals, you'd better not interfere!" Although he said this, the kick just now had already caused Nabar to suffer some shocks, and he couldn't move in a short time, but he noticed that Delacro was rushing to help him, so he ripped off his disguise and prepared for another round.

It's a pity that he missed his opponent's ability, and before Delacro arrived, he was punched in the stomach by the black cloak, and Nabar, a strong man weighing more than two hundred pounds, was blasted straight out, but Dracro arrived in time to catch him, so that he didn't hit an unsheathed sword in the retreat.

The result was the same as the previous one, before the two returned to fight, the black cloak on the opposite side suddenly came to the two, smirked and shook off the thick legs under the cloak, and a devastating roundabout kick was whipped on the two of them like whips, they blocked with their wrists at the last moment, and they were still kicked away for several meters and fell heavily to the floor, and the wrists of the block were also numb by the heavy blow.

As soon as the two wanted to get up and fight back, the black cloak had already stomped on the floor with his powerful right foot, and an invisible shock wave tore the room like cutting paper, and the captain's room was suddenly split in half, and the huge movement also woke up the drunken pirates, who were a little panicked when they saw the situation in front of them, and raised stools, brooms and other miscellaneous objects to rush towards the two who were disguised and exposed.

"There will be a period later, the leader of the Goshawk Regiment, for your honor. The Black Cloak said goodbye to Nabal before leaving, before jumping off the deck with his partner and disappearing from their view.

"Who the hell are these two guys...... But we're in a bad situation right now, so it's important to get out of here!" Nabal kept reminding, knocking down the pirate who was rushing towards him with one punch, grabbing the other and throwing it at the minions who were still in front of the door, knocking them all to the ground.

After clearing the way out, the two of them eliminated a few enemies beside them and rushed out of the captain's quarters, but the pirate miscellaneous soldiers on the lower deck heard the sound and blocked the staircase leading to the lower deck with weapons in hand, and another team of a dozen people rushed over from the bow of the ship and surrounded them.

"Brothers, look who this is? Isn't it the leader of the Goshawk Order, and don't you hurry up and arrest it!"

As soon as the captain of the sentry finished his order, his throat was slit by the saber thrown by Nabal, and Delacro took advantage of this moment to fight his way out of the siege, and stabbed his sword into the deck at his feet with all his strength, causing a small collapse that caused him to fall and escape from the encirclement, and the minions who had been blocking the staircase also quickly chased after him.

"What a good brother, you should do more hatred!" he couldn't help but praise Delacro's actions, and with a single punch knocked out the minions who rushed towards him, snatching the long axe in his hand and slashing it on the shoulder of another pirate, splitting the whole person in half with a single blow.

This frightened the minions, and the long axe in Nabal's hand deterred them, but before he could kill a few people with this axe, the long handle was broken by another large pirate with a hammer, and he had to roll on the deck to avoid it, pull up the cable and trip a few pirates, and then use the turntable to board the sail.

"Fools, come on, come up and do it alone if you have the ability!!" he couldn't think of any other way out, so he had to provoke the pirates on the deck, these minions were not very talented, but they also knew how to vent their anger, and they raised their axes and threw them at Nabal's feet, and several axes chopped at Nabal's feet, and almost knocked him off the mast, and he quickly climbed up the mast to avoid more axe attacks and delay time.

"Take your tomahawk!!"

Finally, Delacro's shout came from the lower deck, and the golden-bladed infantry axe flew up from the gap and slammed down on the deck. Seeing this, Nabal immediately untied the sail rope, causing the lowest sail to fall without a fulcrum, and jumped down with the sail, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy was covered by the sail and could not break free, he got under the sail and retrieved his foot axe, and cut them all to the ground like a prisoner.

The battle at the staircase was also very fierce, Delacro swung his sword and stabbed it on the deck, using the midnight slash to make the giant sword in the sword move rise suddenly, the three air fencing easily picked off the enemy who stood in the way, where could the other minions stop his sword, all fell under the next move Blood Red Cross, Delacro successfully opened the way to escape, and returned to the main deck to meet Nabal's evacuation.

"Yo! That's a good job!"

"What are you going to do now? Severaler is already a lamb to the slaughter. ”

The two discussed what to do with Severer, and Nabal did not intend to let his hands be stained with the blood of his rival, so he resolutely swung his axe and cut off the mast, causing the heavy mainmast to fall, crushing the captain's quarters, and setting fire to the sails above the ruins, the flames burned everything, and the flames also jumped to a height of more than ten meters, and the Goshawk appeared in their field of vision at this time......

"I said there would be a way to send a signal, it's time to fulfill the most glorious tradition of pirates!" Looking at the sea of fire behind them, there was still a long time before the flames spread to the lower levels, and Nabal called out to Delacro to follow him, and walked down with him.

Along the way, Delacro was a little puzzled and asked, "What is the most glorious tradition?"

"Nonsense! Burn and loot! The supplies on the Goshawk are almost gone, and this is one of the strongholds of the Exocet, there is plenty of food and fresh water, and my ship needs meat and wine, and I take their money with me! That's a lot of money!" he explained triumphantly, and together with Delacro, he picked out the good things from the storehouse and waited for the ship to arrive.

A few minutes later, the Goshawk dropped anchor near the shoal, the first mate Lemuel ordered the crew to lower three lifeboats, one came to meet their leader, and the rest was used to load the captured cargo, after a successful meeting, Nabal instructed the crew to enter the abandoned ship's bottom warehouse in an orderly manner to carry the goods, filled with two small boats and transported back to the Goshawk, while there were still half of the ship's trophies, the fire on the ship had spread, and another pirate ship appeared on the nearby sea, with a black flag fluttering in the wind with a winged tuna pattern, and was heading at full speed towards their location。

"Exocet! Several's men have returned, we must get out of here!!" Nabal ordered everyone to return to the Goshawk at once, and the group quickly returned to the dinghy and rowed towards the big ship, and the boatswain skillfully ordered his men to hoist the dinghy onto the deck, and the group was able to return safely to the Goshawk's deck, many of whom were tired and lay down on the goshawk's spacious deck to rest.

Lemuel immediately ordered the anchor to be hoisted and the sails were raised, and because it was located in the open sea, the southeast wind was very strong, and with the efforts of the crew, the large iron anchor was pulled up by the combined force, and the ten sails of the three masts were also raised, and the Goshawk officially set sail. Seeing that Several's lair was engulfed in flames, and finally even the flames were getting farther and farther away, the crew relaxed a little and gathered together to talk about some light topics.

In addition to most of the crew, there were three veteran sailors who were discussing something with Nabal at the rudder, and Delacro naturally did not miss the opportunity to make friends and joined them.

"The speed of the Goshawk is absolutely fine, but some special circumstances are not ruled out, if our dozen or so people clash head-on with the Exocet, do they have a chance of winning?" a tall, bronzed-skinned lookout asked Nabal's opinion, scratching his jet-black hair, which had long been tied into a ponytail.

"This is impossible, there is no need for Nabar to analyze, as far as my first mate is concerned, we have no chance of winning, only a dozen people of the Goshawk can only exert about 10% of the combat effectiveness, this does not include the broadside battle, once it evolves into hand-to-hand combat, we are too few manpower. In response to the crew's question, Lemuel gave the answer before Nabal, which embarrassed Nabal, as the captain.

The third man, the boatswain who had just been sailed, sat down on the deck, not too tall, but with strong muscles, many scars visible under his exposed jacket, and the red cloth on his head that made him stand out among the pirates, and he gave his opinion on the matter.

"Lemuel, Raguille, don't forget that Nabal is the captain, and it should be up to him to decide. The boatswain emphasized, and pulled the lookout and the first mate to sit down beside him, waiting for Nabal's decision.

"Samuel, you don't have to be so nervous, Victor is not an outsider, as far as I mean...... What do you think?"

He immediately turned his attention to the approaching Delacro, and told him the truth, it turned out that the four of them had a very good relationship, and they were also close friends who had fought side by side with the Goshawks since their inception, and it was only because Samuel did not want Delacro to see that the Goshawks were a casual place that made the atmosphere tense.