An hour later, Lear's team had broken through nearly ten kilometers to Tirsis.

Including archers and infantry, he brought with him a total of nearly 2,000 men, and in the naval battle stage, they may have an advantage in numbers but it is of little practical significance, and if it is a siege and a land, it is far from the standard of attacking five out of ten.

But Lear didn't mind any of this, he wasn't in the absolute age of cold weapons, it was a world of magic and power, and the thirty or so heavy cannons behind him weren't furnishings.

After applying levitation to each gun, although they could not actually float, it was not an exaggeration to say that the gunners were pulling forward and pushing them through the jungle.

After about a quarter of an hour, through the light of the jungle, a tall camp appeared before Lear's eyes.

The main structure of the camp was made of wood, about five meters high and nearly a kilometer long, and a large number of boulders were piled up in front of the camp gate.

The sharpened wooden spikes were set up as the biggest obstacle to climbing over the barracks, and countless pirate archers were waiting on the left and right of the gates, and there were even several hinged bed crossbows, and it seemed that Ilore was ready to defend himself against the onslaught.

On the top of several watchtowers in the higher places, several teams of witches looked solemn, and it seemed that there should be hundreds of people.

Moreover, the uneven sand at the entrance to the camp and the occasional barren spike showed that the road ahead was not an easy one.

Ilore stood on the watchtower behind the gate with a grim face, from this height he could already see the shadowy enemies in the jungle, although he knew that this would be the case, but he still couldn't control the anger in his heart.

Because it shows that the enemies in the jungle don't take him seriously at all.

When Lear appeared in a clearing on the edge of the jungle surrounded by the crowd, Ilore's anger reached a peak.

"Who the hell are you!?Why are you attacking me!?"

The distance from where Lear was standing to the camp was still a thousand meters, so this shout Ilore used his fighting spirit, he himself was a sixth-level beast trainer, and in terms of personal strength, he was not weak among pirates.

"The one who takes you to heaven, or the one who takes you to hell, it's up to you, but you'd better not turn me down immediately, because I'm a trustworthy person, and if you do, then I won't hesitate to send you to hell. ”

Lear said lightly, the wind element in the air wrapped around his voice and traveled far away, and the same effect, he said that it was far from needing to work as hard as Ilore.

Irore was furious when he heard this, but his lips squirmed a few times but he finally didn't make a sound.

Originally, he wanted to say a few words, but after making cold but quiet eye contact with Lear, his confidence that he would be able to hold the camp in the end suddenly became less intense.

"Before giving you an ultimatum, let me show you the difference in strength between each other, I know that you people don't shed tears without seeing the coffin. ”

With a flick of Lear's arm, thirty-six cannons lined up in a clearing at the edge of the jungle, he knew the capricious nature of these pirates, and if he didn't give them absolute deterrence to extinguish the last bit of ambition, these people would never give up on doing things for you.

"Spread out!

When Ilore realizes what Lear is trying to do, his eyes turn horrified.

He had already seen the power of artillery when he was at sea just now, and he originally thought that these things were fixed on the ship, so he had the illusion that he could win this battle.

Now seeing dozens of artillery pieces lined up against him, what is even more ridiculous is that he actually concentrated more than a thousand people in front of this camp, such a dense formation is simply the best target.

"Fire. ”

Without any mercy, Lear gave the order directly.

Thirty-six guns let out a deafening roar in no particular order, and dozens of iron balls the size of human heads roared into the area directly in front of the pirate camp.

It is the only gathering place for witches and pirate shooters who pose a ranged threat to Lear's team.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by desperate howls and cries, puffs of black smoke and flames rose from the area bombarded by the fire.

It was the stupidest decision Ilore had ever made, to gather everyone in front of the main gate and prepare for a battle to the death with Lear, but then again, how could he have thought that those horrific cannons could be removed from the ship.

With just one round of artillery bombardment, the Ilorore pirates suffered hundreds of casualties, the witches were almost wiped out, and the shooters on the corner tower didn't end much better.

It took less than thirty seconds from the time when Ilore found the cannon and sounded the warning to Lear who gave the order to open fire, and how could it be enough for the panicked pirates to evacuate their positions, but because of panic and fear, many people crowded together, creating a greater lethal efficiency for the shells.

When the smoke cleared, Ilore rose from the sand and rubble with a desperate face, he had been on top of the watchtower a moment ago, and Lear's shelling had not deliberately avoided him.

This made him realize that it was very important that his life and death did not seem to be so important to the other party, and if he was not strong enough to survive this shelling, then he would die and no one would mourn him.

This discovery left him with no emotions other than despair.

Maybe he still has a sea eagle legion, maybe he can escape on his own, but the foundation he has worked so hard to build is ruined, and where can the vast sea find a suitable place to stay?

"Now consider my suggestion, I'll give you a minute, live or die, you choose. ”

It wasn't strange to Lear after discovering that Irol hadn't been killed by a cannonball, and if he didn't even have this strength as a pirate leader, it really wouldn't be worth it.

Pushing aside the crumbling sawdust and pillars in front of him, Irore staggered to the front of the gate, he was not a man of great ambition and arrogance, and the cruel world of pirates would not allow such naïve things to exist.

Betrayal and betrayal are dramas that are staged every day, but he is really unwilling to give up the power he has worked so hard to build.

Then, after turning his head to Lear's cold eyes and the cold muzzle behind him, Ilore knew that the time had come to make a choice.

"I surrender. ”

He threw down his weapon in a decadent manner and fell to one knee in the direction of Learsan, and in the end the pirate's nature and sanity prevailed over the thoughts of burning the jade in his mind.

He made the same choice as Jeremy in the past, but unlike the former, Lear knew that this was temporary.

This pirate is like the former zombie Stronk, as long as you make him feel that one day he has a chance, then he will not hesitate to fight back.

But he didn't mind, as he once said to Strongk, 'My fist is bigger than yours, and it will always be bigger', so these people have to weigh it when they have any weird thoughts.

And the reason why he didn't exterminate these people was not only because Lear didn't want to increase the idea of needless killing, but also because Misty Island now needed a large population.

Even as slave craftsmen, these pirates are a valuable strategic resource, and as for loyalty, Lear naturally has a lot of time to brainwash them after returning to Spartacus.

Unlike the warriors, these pirates believed only in gold and pleasure, so Lear certainly wouldn't treat them badly if they did their jobs well.

"It won't take long for you to understand that you made a very wise choice today. ”

Lear took Ilore's weapon with both hands above his head and placed it lightly on his shoulder.

Just like the Pope blessed the knights.

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