Despite the fact that the doors were locked across the deck and the chaos on the ship, the cries of the sailors could still penetrate the not-so-thick bulkheads, allowing Alan and Webb, who were hiding in the room, to hear them clearly.

The room, which was too quiet, was like an isolated box, and the two men could only perceive that the ship seemed to be speeding up, and that the waves and currents seemed to be more turbulent than before, as if the whole world was shaking violently.

"What's going on up there?" Alan frowned, her right hand hadn't left the hilt of her sword since she entered the room, and she paced back and forth anxiously, but as far as she could see, there was only an incomparably small space, so she didn't even have a place to vent.

From the moment the door of her room was locked, she had fantasized countless times about pirates breaking down and fighting them with their own swords drawn—but the more time passed, the illusions dissipated little by little, and the worries and fears in her heart slowly expanded.

The uncomfortable girl turned her head to look at Weber by the window a little depressed, but the little priest was still sitting there quietly, holding the "Glorious Proverbs" and reading it carefully, and she couldn't even see the slightest sense of worry.

"Do you trust that squire that much?" Alan blurted out to Webber. As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's face turned red...... Why do you ask like that, as if you care about that guy so much?

Despite his reluctance, Alan had to admit that he had a somewhat liking for this guy named Edward - this guy was too mysterious, both in terms of his origins and his strange thoughts.

Of course, the proud Miss Alan Kwyn would never admit that she wanted to contact this guy in the first place because she had a girlish feeling and regarded him as a hero like Brother Saila, a knight who really fought against the evil devil.

The little priest who suddenly heard Allen's question was stunned, and didn't seem to react. With a smile, he closed the "Glorious Proverbs" in his hand, and turned his clear gaze to the girl who was a little embarrassed on the side: "What should I say, probably because I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"See it with your own eyes?"

"On the night Edward rescued us all, his first instinct was not to protect everyone from escaping, but to seek revenge on the infidels and kill the evil wizard to complete his mission. As he spoke, the little priest smiled indifferently: "Everyone thinks he's crazy." ”

"But you've defeated the infidels and avenged Brother Saila, haven't you?"

"That's right. Edward Witwood is the kind of guy who will do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals. As long as he has promised, or rather decided that he must accomplish something, he will accomplish it. Webb looked at Allen's eyes flickering slightly: "And he treats me as his friend, so I have no reason not to trust him." ”

"He promised that he would protect you all the way to Turin, and that promise would become his 'mission' - so that even if I died, he died, and you would be able to reach your destination unscathed. ”

For a moment, Alan felt a soft place somewhere in his heart, as if he had been touched. The girl with hot cheeks quickly shook her little head...... I'm not moved, I'm just an attendant!

The torrential rain came with the stronger and stronger sea breeze, and the originally calm sea surface became more and more wild as the Oak Barrel sailed into the Cumulus area, the undulating waves rolled up and down, and the Oak Barrel Barrel that tried to meet the wind was like a driftwood on the surface of the water in a dark rainstorm, which was thrown into the trough by the sea, and then stubbornly climbed to the top of the wave against the wind.

"Forgive our sins, Radiant Cross, protect your devout believers, and I offer you everything!" Captain Robben kept trembling, but his arms were still tightly gripping the rudder, even if the rain poured into his mouth, he still didn't realize it, and shouted as if venting: "You lazy people, keep me busy, and those who don't want to drown hurry up and tie the cables!"

The tumbling waters seemed to boil, and with the pouring rain overflowed the side gangs and poured into the deck, and the sailors, who could barely stand on their feet, waded barefoot through the water, shouting loudly together to spread the sails, let the rain-soaked sea breeze pour into the sails, and let the Barrel Barrel sail at full speed.

Although the sailors shivered from the cold and cursed their mothers, none of them wanted to stop - it was better to be caught up by a pirate ship than to capsize and drown in the sea.

"This is your 'extremely clever' plan, and before we get rid of them, we'll be finished!" Captain Robben, who wiped the rain from his face and took the helm, did not forget to scold Edward standing at the stern, "Aren't you the one who claims to be favored by the Radiant Cross, why don't you hurry up and pray a few more words to see if you can be more favored - we need this now!"

"Just as I expected. Standing at the stern of the boat, Edward clutched the cable with one hand, and his voice was as flat as if he had just finished lunch, but his eyes were shining on his face soaked by the rain, and he never left the few black spots that followed closely behind him in the distance.

The pirate ship that pursued them at the beginning was a disguise at all, and it had long been unknown where it had gone, and the two sailing ships that appeared later were really closely followed by the Oak Barrel, which followed the Cumulus area unrelentingly, and still did not give up the pursuit.

If it was just for the sake of money, such a stormy pirate should have given up a long time ago, so the other party obviously came for some purpose, this goal is important enough to risk the ship's capsizing, and it must also follow!

Although the rain obscured his view, Edward could see clearly that the two sailboats, which were also bobbing and undulating in the waves, were brigs similar to the Oak Barrel, but much more "slim" and nimble.

Unlike the Barrel Barrel, which had to "crash away" the waves in order to move forward, the two boats were like sharks in the sea, as if they could sail down the rapids, as if they were "dragged" by the sea.

"Those are two frigates, but fortunately there are waves blocking us now, otherwise we would have been caught up long ago!" the captain's breathing became heavier and heavier, "but don't think you can throw them off." ”

"Then engage them. Turning his head to shake the water stains off his hair, Edward glared at Robben tightly: "It's still tailwind, and we still have the upper hand." ”

"Their ships can only sail with the current, and with such a storm, the two ships have no chance to close around us, and if we're lucky - we might just kill one ship and get out. Probably because of the rain, the body gradually adapted to Edward, who was no longer seasick, and was extremely calm at the moment: "The initiative is on our side!"

"I've never seen you die like this in my life. Captain Robben first cursed, and then somehow suddenly grinned: "But people at sea should not die!"

"Right rudder, let's rush straight over - knock them to pieces!" The Oak Barrel, which had been sailing downwind, suddenly changed course, and its nearly fifty-degree inclined hull tore through the oncoming waves, drawing a semicircle on the sea, and then drove straight towards a frigate in the rear right: "Full speed ahead!"

"Whoa!" the sailors roared loudly, pulling at the chains, and lowering the iron-clad horn in front of the bow, which was like a bayonet, violently tearing apart the rapid current, and splashing the waves like white swallowtail flags waving in the wind.

The subject was apparently aware of the movement as well, and both sailboats were trying to get closer to each other in an attempt to surround them. However, the turbulent currents and waves made it difficult for the frigate, which had an apparent shallow draft, to turn around, and could only watch as the Oak Barrel cleaved against the wind and slid towards this direction.

There were no lightning and thunder, only endless downpours, but all the sailors could already see what the pirate ship looked like. An indescribable awe of fear permeated the Barrel, and they all widened their eyes and swallowed their saliva palely, staring at the ship opposite.

Edward quickly ran from the stern to the side of the boat, and before he could say anything, a kind of coldness that was targeted pierced into his heart, and he subconsciously grabbed the boat and lowered his head, and in the roaring waves, there was a sudden friction sound that seemed to tear the air!

"Enemy ships are coming!"

As soon as one of the sailors beside him tried to dodge in panic, the straight black shadow had already penetrated his torso, and crashed into the deck, and the entire hull seemed to be swayed, as if it was about to be smashed in two.

Before the tremors had completely subsided, Edward cautiously walked over, his cold right hand grasping the huge crossbow arrow that ran through the sailor's body and the deck, and the cold steel arrow shaft still had blood mixed with rain, as if to show off the incomparable destructive power.

"It's ballistas, they have ballistas on their ships!" said a sailor, kneeling on the ground, holding his head, pointing to the steel spear-like crossbow in a trembling voice, and said to the people next to him, "The Oak Barrel will be sunk by them!"

The people around him seemed to be infected by this fear, and one by one they unconsciously touched their chests, and their faces turned pale, as if they had also been pierced by the devil's weapon.

The cold touch in his heart had not completely disappeared, and Edward looked at the pirate ship on the opposite side with cold eyes, as if he saw the figure on the other side who was also looking at him - the other party was aiming at himself just now, and this unlucky guy was just a substitute for death!

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