Watching an orc waving his arm and throwing a yelling enemy soldier into the air effortlessly, Edgar shrank his head and asked little Jerry beside him: "This doesn't seem to be going to the palace. The way?"

Little Jerry looked up at a huge fireball and fell into the barricade ahead. He blasted the wooden horses and the enemy forces hiding behind to pieces, swallowed and whispered: " The commander gave the order to retake the port."

"At this time, shouldn't we go to protect your Majesty..."

Little Jerry patted Edgar on the shoulder: "There must be a reason for her to do this."

Edgar shrugged and stopped asking questions.

On the other hand, in the barracks of the Royal Navy.

Barbarossa laughed and walked towards the plank road as he watched the last ship of the West Coast raise the pirate's skull and crossbones flag.

The **** chief officer walked up to Barbarossa excitedly and said loudly: "Boss! We have taken all the naval ships, and Muxiport is now yours!"

Barbarossa looked around at the cheering pirates around him, raised his right hand and shouted: "I declare that from sunrise tomorrow to sunset the day after tomorrow, all the guys who kill the enemy in the battle will be given priority in choosing the trophy in the city. ! Gold, gems and even those coquettish girls! Everything you see can be yours!"

Listening to the howls of the pirates rushing through the sky, the excited chief mate approached Barbarossa and reminded him in a low voice: "Boss, will those nobles have any opinions?"

Barbarossa snorted coldly: "In the next few days, there will be wars and riots everywhere in the city. The nobles are too busy to take care of themselves. How can they have the time to disturb us?"

The first officer rubbed his hands and nodded with a smile.

Barbarossa looked up at the camp of the Royal Navy, and began to conceive the future site plan: "The naval conference hall was transformed into a palace for me. I want to live in the small building at the highest point! Those coastal towers will be transformed into Gun tower, remember to aim the muzzle into the city!"

Just as Barbarossa pointed the country, a beam of light flickering on the sea caught his attention.

Barbarossa pointed to the light and asked the first officer, "What is that?"

The first officer was puzzled and asked his subordinates to bring the binoculars. While looking at it, he said, "Boss, that ship seems to be our scout boat. It's lightening... Let me see, the North... Fleet... Dangerous ..."

The chief officer put away his binoculars and said to Barbarossa with his eyes wide open: "The ship kept saying that an unidentified fleet is coming from the north. It is heading towards Port West. It is very likely that it is the enemy. ."

Barbarossa frowned: "The number of enemies?"

The first officer asked his subordinates to use a light language to ask, watching the answer returned by the bright light on the sea, for a while, he was so surprised that he forgot to speak.

Barbarossa shouted: "I ask you, how many enemies are there?!"

The first officer turned his head, his face was completely hell.

"The reconnaissance ship said that the enemy's ships are too many to count."

Barbarossa took a breath, and as he was thinking about what to do next, a group of crying pirates ran from a distance like crazy.

This group of people rushed in front of Barbarossa, their faces distorted and their bodies trembling like chaff.

"Monster! The monster is coming!"

Looking at the pale, trembling pirate in front of him, Barbarossa was furious and kicked the opponent and shouted: "Who the **** can come and tell me what the **** is going on?!"

After questioning a few people, the first officer came to Barbarossa and said in a low voice: "Boss, there seems to be an army coming from the city, fighting towards us."

"Army?" Barbarossa asked, "How many people are there?"

"It seems... less than two hundred people..."

Hearing the first officer's answer, Barbarossa was startled in amazement, then burst into laughter: "Two hundred people? Two hundred people?! Did I hear you right? Such a small number of people want to challenge me?! Such a small number of people will take you to you. Shocked like this?!"

Barbarossa drew the scimitar from his waist, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped down a trembling pirate, then shouted at the others: "This port already belongs to us, and this city will eventually belong to us! Wealth, wine, women, anyone who wants to take these things from us must first ask about the swords and guns in our hands!"

The motivated pirates immediately became morale. Thousands of people stood on the ships and plank roads, raised their weapons, and shouted the slogans of battle. Only endless greed was left in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Barbarossa nodded in satisfaction. He found his first mate and said in a low voice: "Now you return to the flagship immediately, organize the manpower, and set up a barrier at the entrance to the sea, and remove all ships. The muzzle is aimed at the open sea. Whoever wants to enter this port, use cannonballs to keep it!"

The first officer nodded, turned and left with his subordinates.

Barbarossa looked at the dusk of Westport in the night, and said smugly: "No one wants me to spit out the fat in Barbarossa! What's more, it's just an army of two hundred men!"

Half an hour later, Barbarossa led the pirates to the battlefield at the entrance of the port area.

When Barbarossa was stunned at the battle before him, he finally understood what the horrified pirates were afraid of.

The Valkyrie riding a griffin, soaring in the sky in the silver moonlight, the sound of every arrow breaking through the air, like a horn blown by the **** of death, constantly harvesting the lives of mortals.

The huge green-skinned orcs, like towering hills, trampled, crushed and shredded all humans who dared to stop them, like weeds.

The ghostly werewolves are so fast that they can hardly be seen. Every time they make a shot, they always launch the most frightening attack from the most unexpected corner.

A group of beautiful and elegant elves, when their hands were raised, fireballs, ice guns, lightning, and sound waves shot out from their fingertips, destroying everything that obstructed the marching route.

In addition, lizardmen with petrified skin and poisonous blood; tauren with brute force, earthquakes, and war roars; dwarves with strengthened physique and damage resistance; harpies with fast speed and debilitating attacks...

The most desperate thing is that there are two gigantic gorgonians that only exist in ancient mythology, vomiting red snake letters, one left and one right are accompanied by a dark elf commander, lazy Looking at everything on the battlefield, their eyes seemed to be watching a group of children playing~lightnovelpub.net~, there was no desire to act at all.

At this moment, Barbarossa finally figured out one thing-he was fooled.

He was designed!

Some people use power and wealth as bait to build Twilight into a brutal and bloodthirsty war beast. It tricks all greedy people into taking the initiative to enter the giant mouth, and then ruthlessly devours their flesh and blood and bites their souls. .

Barbarossa watched the fierce battle in front of him, and watched his once invincible subordinates, like insects, being slaughtered by the monsters, the whole person couldn't help rising from the depths of the soul, an icy cold breath.

Under the astonished gaze of his trusted followers, he slowly backed away, then left the pirates who had fled around, turned and fled towards the port.

He knew that the only role of the group of subordinates on the battlefield was to delay the enemy's footsteps.

And he himself must take advantage of this precious time to escape from this **** city as soon as possible!