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.

"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.