In the face of the fierce pirates around him, the warrior was very calm and did not panic at all.

I saw him walk straight to the campfire, then stopped less than three meters away from Harlett, and calmly bent down and saluted: "Hello, Captain Bloody Hand." On behalf of my own host, I have come to negotiate with you. ”

Obviously, he was none other than a soldier summoned by Zuo Si.

At this moment, this summoned creature with the same wisdom and thinking as a normal person has changed back into its own weapons and chain mail, exuding a strong confidence that words cannot describe.

This self-confidence does not come from personal strength, but from his summoner, the traveling mage who hides in the shadows and controls everything, Zuo Si.

"Negotiations? Who is your master? Why does he feel qualified to negotiate with me? Harlet asked with a sneer.

If it weren't for the inexplicable disappearance of twenty-five of his subordinates before, he would have ordered the incomprehensible guy in front of him to be cut into pulp.

The soldier noticed the coldness and cruelty revealed in the pirate captain's eyes, and responded with a smile: "Since the master dares to let me negotiate alone, he is naturally prepared with enough bargaining chips. For example, the seafood soup you ate a few hours ago has been poisoned with a substance called ricin. And these poisons are about to start working. ”

The voice has not fallen!

Several human pirates with relatively weak physiques clutched their stomachs and fell to the ground.

The intense pain made them curl up in a ball, like cooked prawns.

Orcs and goblins followed, and they all began to vomit on the ground.

In almost all of the vomit, dark red blood clots are clearly visible.

As for the ogres with the best physique, they eat the most and ingest the most toxins.

When the attack occurs, it immediately triggers convulsions and severe shock reaction, lying on the ground on his back with feces and urine flowing together, and vomit quickly blocking the esophagus and trachea.

Even before the organs failed, they were already suffocated alive.

In just a few minutes, more than two hundred pirates were poisoned one after another, leaving only the small group of eight goblins and two ogres who had just returned.

Because they didn't even have time to eat the soup with high-purity ricin, they were sent out on a mission.

At this moment, the whole beach is wailing.

The stench of the poisoned excrement mixed with the sour smell of vomit made for a hellish picture.

Seeing the painful appearance of the poison-haired pirates around him, Bernard, as a prisoner, hurriedly retreated in fright.

He couldn't believe that he was just one step away from death.

If you accidentally drink a sip of cold soup, it is estimated that you will die in excruciating pain just like the pirates in a few hours.

Blessed by the goddess of wealth, Waukin!

The young merchant couldn't help but pray silently to the gods he believed in.

As for the "bloody hand" Harlett who witnessed all this happening, his face had already turned iron-blue, and his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

You must know that before, he was the only one who played with others in the palm of his hand, and this was the first time he was plotted by others.

He didn't even know who he was plotting for.

Completely ignoring the pirate captain's boiling anger, the soldier continued to persecute himself: "Just four hours! It was exactly the same as the time of the poison that the owner expected. Now, it's your turn to make a choice, Captain Bloodhand. Whether it is negotiation, or watching his subordinates die under the torture of poison little by little. ”

Moment!

The pirates, who had not yet lost consciousness in pain, threw pleading glances at their captains.

Obviously, they don't want to die, and they want Hallette to agree to the other party's demands in exchange for an antidote that can keep them alive.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Hallette jerked out his cutlass and rested it on the soldier's neck.

The sharp blade even cut through the latter's skin, and dark red blood ran down his neck, staining the chain mail on his body red.

But the soldier still did not show the slightest fear, and only asked expressionlessly, "Is this your choice?" If yes, then please kill me immediately. My master will see this as a signal to go to war. ”

"You're not afraid of death?"

Hallette finally realizes that something is wrong.

He had seen too many people in his life, even those who were determined and willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of a just cause and the salvation of innocents, who would show a little fear of death before they died.

Because it is the instinct of all intelligent beings, it is almost impossible to overcome it.

But in front of him, the human warrior who looked to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old, really didn't see the slightest fear in his eyes, as if death was just a matter of breathing.

"It is my honor to die for my master, and it is the meaning of my existence."

As he said this, the soldier's face showed an extremely serious, pious and holy expression.

He didn't lie, let alone deceive the other party, but said what he really thought in his heart.

But it was this devotion to death, utterly fearless, that made Harlett feel his scalp tingle for the first time.

In the Faren Continent, the organizations that can make their subordinates willing to die for themselves are basically either holy warriors and priests of the gods of the good camp, or those demon worshippers who have been brainwashed.

Of course, it is not excluded that it is influenced by magic or mind control.

Either way, this means a very terrible thing.

That is what the other party calls the "master", and it is very likely that he is a powerful and sinister and cunning spellcaster.

All of a sudden, the famous "Bloody Hand" captain made up the image of an evil mage in his forties and fifties, tall and thin, and with cold eyes.

He even felt that the mage had been hired by the enemy to make trouble for him.

After all, Harlett's unscrupulous plundering of passing merchant ships on the sea over the years, and taking advantage of human greed and weakness to continuously expand the intelligence network and power, have long caused dissatisfaction among many people.

Aside from the organizations and temples of the good camp, Am's merchants alone have wanted to pay adventurers to kill him more than once.

If it weren't for some "business" dealings with the Shadow Thieves Guild, I would have been able to get the news in advance before every encirclement and suppression, and I don't know how many times I would have died a long time ago.

In addition, the other pirate captains also regarded Harriet as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh, and wanted to deal with it quickly.

There is a famous saying that it is naked hatred between peers.

No one wants to see a pirate king appear in the Sea of Swords.

Unless......

That person is themselves.

"What does your master want from me?"

After a long silence, Haralet finally withdrew his cutlass and decided to solve the crisis in front of him first.

Although he didn't care at all about the lives of his pirates.

But if all the more than 200 people die at once, it is estimated that once they are discovered by other pirate ships in the Nélanthel Islands when they return to the sea, they will immediately stage a good show of attacking them.

In a sea of chaos, violence, and blood, only a strong soldier can force the most vicious counterparts to remain calm and sane.

The pirates have always used only strength to talk.

It is not a new thing for a group of pirates to rob another group of pirates, and it has always been the case since ancient times.