On the other end, the public anchorage of the privateer alliance.

The wooden structure of the sailboat creaks rhythmically with the undulating waves, and a lantern hung on an iron hook casts a dim glow, illuminating a long figure.

The blood glow of the [Blood Grail] in Byron's palm gradually dissipated, and along with it disappeared a few sleeping privateers in the cabin.

When he had finished his work, he turned his head and walked out of the bow compartment of the privateer, where the officers rested.

I happened to bump into two pirates patrolling the night with whale oil lamps.

The two pirates saw the figure suddenly appear in front of them, and in a panic, they were about to warn.

"It's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, and seeing Byron's face clearly, they hurriedly took off their hats and saluted:

"It turned out to be Mr. Executioner.

We thought we had run into that damn Wild Hunt.

You're still patrolling the anchorage at such a late hour, and you're really Captain Redbeard's henchman and right-hand man. ”

What they saw in their eyes was naturally the [Executioner] Bill, who had recently become famous in the Alliance.

Most of the privateer crew knew that three days earlier, just overnight, the executioner had risen to prominence and received the Redbeard's special respect.

From the seventh person of the [Nemesis], he suddenly became the third person.

The status is only below Edward the Redbeard and Harvey, the first mate [Jackal Badger].

There may be some old people among Redbeard's descendants who are not convinced, but in the eyes of the privateer alliance forces on the periphery, this is definitely an indisputable figure.

Byron patted them on the shoulder very kindly with the hand he had just killed, and encouraged them with a serious face:

"It's all about the Alliance.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal!

As long as you are as loyal to the captain as I am, you will also be appreciated by His Excellency the Councillor.

During this time, that damn [Wild Hunt] has started to commit crimes again, and there are more and more missing people, you guys step up your patrols, pay attention to safety, I'll go over first. ”

The two privateers were a little flattered and nodded their heads again and again:

"Yes, yes, Mr. Bill, we'll behave well. You walk slowly, careful with your step. ”

It wasn't until Byron walked away that a cold and biting cold wind blew that they shrank their necks and put away their flattering smiles, which were about to stiffen.

Looking at the dark and cold night and the continuous pirate ships, he was a little uncertain:

"It's been three days, and every time the day passes, that [Wild Hunt] will sneak into the anchorage and kill people everywhere.

You say, he's not going to come to our ship today, is he? ”

"Hey, didn't Mr. Bill just make his rounds? Probably not, right?

By the way, the captain isn't here anyway, or is he? We'll go back to the lower deck, at least there's a lot of people there. ”

"Let's go."

It's no wonder that privateers are wary.

It is said that four days ago, the captains' plan to hunt the [Wild Hunt] in reverse failed in the trap, which attracted the other party's crazy revenge.

Not only kill people on the shore, but also take the initiative to sneak into the privateers anchored in the anchorage.

In the past, [Wild Hunt] mainly hunted the transcendent, and didn't care much about ordinary people.

But now that the scope of hunting has been expanded, and everyone may become the next victim to disappear with [Wild Hunt].

The difficulty of defending has increased countless times, and the bait plan has not worked, and the privateer captains, who have long been skilled, have no idea.

Basically, privateer pirates wake up every day with a few less familiar faces around them.

Moreover, it is said that [Wild Hunt] successfully escaped under the ambush of a second-order professional-level, and the second-order transcendents who were originally sitting firmly on the high platform were all afraid.

Panic continues to spread, and the name [Wild Hunt] may become a nightmare for their lives.

But the big thing was imminent, and the slightest commotion was all suppressed by Redbeard.

It was just ordered that all ships should be 100 meters away from the shore, beyond the radiation range of those grotesque octopus silver coins, and the distance between them should be widened as much as possible, so it was no longer a big deal.

The great pirate had long regarded the two as a gang, and subconsciously regarded Byron's hunt as a normal revenge for the dog jumping over the wall.

As long as the other party is a Bay Ministre, he has already been marked by the [Black Mass Ceremony], and sooner or later he will die in the "natural disaster" that follows.

It's not bad for such a day or two, so why bother?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, as long as it doesn't affect the upcoming election, he doesn't care about the death of a few more privateer alliance pirates who are not descendants, and the overall situation will be fine after all.

"Only Captain Redbeard's descendants haven't had an accident these days.

Captains, these transcendents all took refuge on the Nemesis for fear of death, but left us aside.

In comparison, Mr. Bill, who is still conscientious, is more humane.

He's really by our side when there's something, what a good guy with a cold face and a warm heart."

Byron shook his head and laughed as the sound of conversation faded away from the wind.

He jumped with the [Rock Sheep Footsteps], landed on the black backs of several man-eating sharks in the water, and soon returned to the shore.

His legend in the logbook also quietly came to 19.

The waves that [Wild Hunt] has created in the pirate community are big enough that he doesn't need to do anything more to keep the bullets flying for a while.

Maybe I don't know when, the legend degree will naturally break through the threshold of 20 points.

Grant him an additional ability like the Child Guard's Unfallable Body.

If you are lucky, even if you cross the ranks, it is not a dream to defeat the strong single-handedly.

At this time, too, the voice of the gunpowder artist inquiring happened to be heard in his ears, and Byron replied in his heart:

"Alright, I'm also finishing it on my side.

The privateer League pirates I've killed may not be as many as the number of people missing from the bayfolks, but they're definitely wide enough.

Theoretically, the more people of a certain race are sacrificed by blood, the stronger the imprint in the silver octopus coin, and the heavier the blood on it.

Rest assured, none of the privateer alliances can escape.

What about the third-party free-pirates you're responsible for? ”

"Heh, it's done.

Not only free pirates, but also slaves, black market traders, bounty hunters in the gray area, and so on.

Even the dungeons of the Iron Anchor Bay Enforcement Team were empty.

Absolutely blew that thing up when the time came. ”

"Well done."

In order to be able to cooperate at a critical moment, Byron left an emergency contact information in the report letter.

Violet then sent him the [Whalebone Talisman: Whale Song], which improved communication efficiency for centuries.

The two people who communicated through the legal network also became close "netizens", and naturally formed an orphan alliance of the two branches of the Wanmin people, a united front.

By the way, he informed the other party of his [Gunpowder Artist] and [Wild Hunt] vests.

No one loses money by exchanging vests for vests.

Of course, they are both smart people, and they all have some guesses about each other's true identities:

It is impossible for a suspected third-order [craftsman] to appear casually, and Byron happened to have seen one in the venue;

People who have deep malice towards the York family and have sufficient motivation to put it into practice are really rare in Iron Anchor Bay, and Violet also happens to know a [son of the devil].

It's just that for the time being, no one has debunked each other.

In the eyes of outsiders, the orphans of the two Wanmin who have mixed so badly must be sympathetic to each other, and there are many common topics that are more miserable, right?

'It's weird! ’

The two people who were full of bad water all gave negative answers.

They don't care about self-pity at all, they only think about how to make the enemy feel pain!

There is a bit of sympathy.

The way for the two to break the situation is to drag all the people, all the races, trading companies, and groups in the Iron Anchor Bay into the water together.

It's like a person in distress in a lonely alley in the middle of the night and encounters an irresistible psychopathic murderer.

He must not shout: "Kill, help", he needs to shout: "It's on fire, come and put out the fire." ”

Because the former is none of your business, there is a high probability that no one will lend a hand.

The latter is in everyone's interest, and if you stand by and watch, you are likely to burn down your own house and have to help.

Only by tying everyone to the same chariot can you gather the most powerful forces to achieve your goals.

It doesn't matter whether the third party wants it or not.

Therefore, [anchor] is not an ethereal thing, it exists in this special transcendent world, and it is widely present in every corner of the ordinary world.

In the past two days, the two of them have been the most rampant "evil spirits" in Iron Anchor Bay.

The third-order Violet is responsible for dealing with the evil spirits and grotesques, as well as marking all the races of the North Seas.

Byron, with the help of Bill's position, easily grasped the internal intelligence of the privateer alliance and came to a center to blossom.

The only place where there is no attack is the [Nemesis] where Redbeard sits in charge.

It's not because rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, but all causes must have results, and your henchman is me.

Their gang is the most dangerous of all sacrifices!

Byron looked at the iron anchor bay in front of him, and seemed to see an invisible net connecting everyone, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Use the [Silver Octopus Coins] to drag all the pirates in the entire North Sea; Use [henchmen] to pull the red beard on the back;

As long as you complete the remaining 25% of the decryption work, you will be eligible to draw a powerful relic.

I have three talismans, take 10,000 steps back, and even if the defense of Iron Anchor Bay fails, I am completely confident that I will run away.

I all think that [Storm Knight] is reckless, but in fact, I have a stable batch. ”

However, they now have another very critical problem.

Byron tapped the whalebone amulet in his ear and asked:

"The most critical issue now is that none of us have supreme authority to modify the [Pirate Code].

When noon arrives tomorrow, the established procedures left over from the Pirate Code will be in operation, and the true Overseers will be selected through 'voting' and 'fighting'.

The first task now is to prevent Redbeard from gaining access and opening the outer locks.

Otherwise, that strait fleet alone would be enough to bulldoze us.

And the most troublesome thing is that he has an immortal body, you land snakes who have been entrenched in Iron Anchor Bay for thousands of years, is there a way to get rid of him? ”

The elegant male voice on the opposite side first teased:

"Mr. Good Citizen, you know a lot about the situation in our Iron Anchor Bay.

We are not those Lancasters who have played 'The King in Law' in Havens, how can we not leave ourselves a backhand authority? ”

Without waiting for Byron's black face, he hurriedly said in a correct tone, and asked rhetorically with some mystery:

"Do you know what the Great Secret Treasure means? Why is Iron Anchor Bay called Iron Anchor Bay? Is there something anchored to this anchor?

I do have a plan, and it depends on how far you can go, this 'henchman', so."

Listen, Byron's eyes gradually lit up.