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The sea breeze blew over the cables pulled by the dragon-class battleship's sails, a white seagull with a somewhat panicked gesture, retracted its wings and landed on the dragon-class battleship's high mast, and the port was full of people running back and forth to extinguish the fire The scene was extremely chaotic. The seagull did not know what happened in the port. After hovering instinctively for a while, he finally chose the fleet mast 200 meters away from the sea. Compared with the terrible place where the flames were burning. , These huge warships obviously make it more reassuring

　　

　　 ‘There are 30 minutes left, order the fleet to prepare for attack! "Dustromkay's gaze withdrew from the scale placed on the table. He shouted impatiently to the adjutant standing at the door, and then he adjusted his collar and came out of his command cabin.

　　

The situation on the sea has changed, because there are too many shipwrecks in the port, and the waves with debris back from the direction of the port, hitting heavily on the side floor of the fleet’s ship, the broken wood of the battleship, the pirate’s body, each All kinds of debris, floating in the sea water, a large and dense area,

　　

The fleet was quietly observing the distant port, the flame was basically extinguished, but in the direction near the exit, the entire row of buildings was burned to black by the fire, even if it was separated by a distance of 200 meters, it could make people clear Feel the feeling of roasting souls, like a huge black mouth, reflected on the creature called the port,

　　

Very miserable picture, the loss of the other party is definitely more than a thousand people, Dusterenkai's face calmly put down the lookout in his hand, these are not what he needs to worry about, such a tragic scene is no longer the first for him Once, in the sea battles in the southern part of Dud, even more tragic scenes are commonplace. In essence, Dusterenka’s character carries a loose, spoof, and even a little arrogance that belongs to the Dustan family. However, as a soldier, he also possesses a sharp and unusual gaze and a merciless combat style.

　　

　　 "Commander, the squadron of Ruhr is still on top. If an attack is ordered, will it..." Beside him, the adjutant who just delivered the order returned with a trace of hesitation,

　　

"This shouldn't be a problem! Dustron Kay stared into the distance with his eyes narrowed, and said indifferently," Ruhr's predecessor was a pirate. Even if the other party wouldn't surrender, it shouldn't embarrass him. On the contrary, our blind tolerance and delay will make his persuasion difficult to be persuaded. Appropriate force display will make the other party clear that there is only one stubborn resistance, that is, death! If they don’t surrender, I don’t mind blasting the whole port into the sky, and then sending elite army to clean up the remnants of the island and hanging their heads on the shelves one by one."

　　

The change in the fleet on the sea quickly caused panic on the island. They saw the warship that was still in the distance slowly moving, and then the huge deck with side faces suddenly turned outward like scales. Open, that kind of scene can be called spectacular and weird, with a total of more than two hundred and fifty doors, the thunder muzzle that has completed cooling and reloading was pushed out by the sailors,

　　

The back seat of Thor is fixed with a solid iron wire, and the entire row of black and dark muzzles is slowly raised in the direction of the port, just like the hammer of Thor that is brewing to accumulate power, with a breath of death and destruction. , Even a fool can see that it is a precursor to a full-scale attack,

　　

　　 "Mother!"

　　

The harbour was in chaos. The pirate who was fighting the fire dropped the bucket and ran. Outside the attic of the conference hall, a pirate chief ran into the stairs leading to the conference hall with a pale and ruined face. Because he ran too fast, he was at the door After a fall, he scratched his nose and made his face covered with blood. As soon as he ran into the conference hall, he immediately shouted, "Quick, go and report to Lord Robrio, the enemy is about to start a full attack!"

　　

His loud and panic voice almost reached the ears of the people in the chamber, and the people who were arguing in the chamber suddenly calmed down. Among them, some people proposed to surrender. People offer resistance,

　　

"I think it should be decided! Otherwise, it will be a dead end." Red An Jielin stood up from the seat with a proud figure, her charming and slender eyes, and she swept the people with a flash of light. Ugly face, shrewdly said, "I don't care how you decide, I won't wait here to die, I'm just a non-human, there is no need to join in the hatred of your Obaro people, I will send someone now Negotiated with them"

　　

　　 "Sister An Jielin, do you think that you will take care of these? For them, the island is an enemy. We can only unite and stick to the reinforcements waiting for the Principality is the best way!"

　　

The Viscount Miklar, who proposed resolute resistance, smiled contemptuously. In this case, he could not control whether he offended or not. If the pirates decided to surrender, the first person to be executed must be himself. Under the surface, it’s not a panic, but he is cunning and changeable by nature, and he is stable when things happen. Otherwise, he will not be given such a position by the Principality of Normandy. He can deal with the murderous pirates, at least he is also a very bold person.

　　

"Since I can send someone to negotiate, there is naturally a condition for the other party to agree, and you don't have to worry about this! "An Jielin's cold face showed a ridiculous smile" Don't forget, my hand, but And you and our 2000 non-empire, just traded the 2000 Salander slaves. I believe that with this exchange condition alone, the other party will promise to let me go safely. As for you, ask for more blessings!"

　　

　　After An Jielin finished, she turned and left without looking back

　　

　　 "This woman...it's so abominable!"

　　

Looking at the back view of An Jielin's departure, Viscount Miklar's teeth were tickling, fingers clenched together under the table, and he was slightly white due to excessive force. This is what he is most worried about. These smugglings with their own interests Merchants will never coexist and die with the island, and as long as one person chooses to compromise, the people behind will learn from each other, and it will be difficult for them to escape.

　　

　　"To say this, I also have a group of about 500 Salander slaves!" Sure enough, another smuggler stood up from his seat and said with a little apology

　　

　　"Yeah, if you rub it down like this, you are waiting to die!" More people stood up and were quickly opposite the seven pirates. Only Viscount Migral and the mercenary chief Valrey wearing a tungsten iron armor left,

　　

The one-eyed mercenary boss looked apologetically at the empty seat and slowly stood up from the seat. "It seems that I should be gone too. Please forgive me for anything I'm sorry for! In this case, it’s most important to be able to survive.”

　　

"Walley, I have 10,000 gold coins, as long as you insist on the arrival of the reinforcements in the Principality!" Viscount Miklar said anxiously, in his eyes, Valley is the last life-saving straw, but unfortunately this life-saving straw is very helpless Said: "You just gave me a hundred thousand gold coins, and I can't use 200 people against 5000 people!"

　　

　　 "Surrender! Anyway, we can still live!" Robrio, the pirate leader, made up his mind and said,

　　

　　 "You cowards, the Principality will not let you go!" Viscount Miklar stood up angrily from his seat and flicked his hand towards the door of the conference hall. At this time, a thin figure stopped in front of him

　　

　　 "Master Viscount, where are you going?" Zabilie looked at him with a sneered face, his slender eyes showing a chill

　　

　　 "What do you want to do? I'm a Viscount of the Principality of Normandy! A real nobleman" Viscount Miquel's complexion changed, he pretended to move his sleeves and asked calmly in his face.

　　

　　 "If you dare to do anything to me, as soon as the Principality Army arrives, you will keep the chickens and dogs!"

　　

"It's nothing, but everyone else has a gift. We didn't have anything to take. I'm afraid I can't pass it!" "Zabilie's smiling monkey face makes this sound harsh." Lord Viscount, please help us. It’s just a small gift without too much pain. I guarantee that it will be absolutely neat and tidy with just one click, and your master, the Honorable Duke of Normandy will surely be your Excellency. Moved by the determination to desperately protect the island!"

　　

　　 "Asshole, you **** despicable and indecent assholes! You..." Viscount Miklar's pale face flicked back and forth, he didn't know what these pirates wanted to do at this moment, it was a fool,

　　

　　 "Your Excellency, please shut up"

　　

The sea monkey Zabilie sneered at the corner of his mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ pulled out a sharp short knife from the wall and approached the corner of the wall, Viscount Mikral step by step, said with a murderous face "to your honorable Normandy Compared with the Duke, those of us can only be regarded as the poor worms that live in the cracks. If we talk about meanness and shamelessness, Lord Duke is more suitable for these wonderful words!"

　　

　　 "You dare to slander the Lord Duke...ah..."

　　

A cold light shot from Zabilie's hand made the scream of Viscount Miklar suddenly stop, and the short knife hit the Viscount's chest, and the bright red blood spewed out from the wound like a plum blossom. Wetted Viscount's high-end smooth satin,

　　

　　 "You will regret it!" At the moment when the window frame fell, Viscount Miklar gradually lost his pupil of life and looked at the sea in the distance, which was the direction of the Principality of Normandy

　　

　　In his mind before death, countless memory fragments were shaking

　　

"Miklar, I need you to do one thing. Starting today, you will no longer be my escort. Are you willing to be the shadow of the Principality?" 40-year-old duke in a slightly dark room Looking back at the ocean in the distance with his hands behind his back, he asked sharply.

　　

"Yes, I am willing!" A spirited young man half-kneeled on the ground, replied without hesitation, a silver knight's scabbard lay quietly on the ground, the ruby ​​on it flashed dark and red like The luster of the flame is like a beating heart (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )