"If it weren't for your uncle's sake, I'd definitely slaughter you."

Titaris raised his foot with anger and kicked the sad guy hard and rolled the ground before he pulled out his commanding sword.

"Order the whole ship to advance. Since they want to die, we will kill them all." Titalis looked ferocious and shouted to the messenger behind him. "Tell Baron Bury's first squadron and Baron Rickmo's second squadron, within an hour, I will see these idiots turning into scorched earth in the back. If they can't do it, I will let them lead the team to attack the Sarandian walls."

"Yes, the commander of the army" commander left in a hurry in his face

"Mr. Titalis, I don't know why, but I feel that this is a little wrong. Is it better to be cautious?" Next to him, a man shrouded in a black robe whispered,

He was wearing a dark purple embroidered gold robe, with exquisite rolled patterns on his sleeves, and the black cover on his head was half hanging, just covering the upper half of his face. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, and could only see a sharp and fair chin with a sharp voice, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in black, looking particularly weird.

"Precaution? Titalis glanced at her in dissatisfaction, with a little fear on his face. He hesitated for a while before asking, "Does Lord Turit have any unknown premonition?"

"No, it just feels a little abnormal"

The man in black robe shook his head calmly and said regretfully, "You know, the prophecy ability of our Burrows family is not so easy to obtain. I am just an intern. If I want to get the ability to foresee the future, I need to find a destiny person to do so. This time I came across the sea, so that I can get some clues of destiny from the Grand Duke of Normandy."

"Fateman?" Titaris was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously. "Is it because of this Fateman this time that Lord Turit suddenly asked to board the ship?"

"That's right, maybe it's just a whim trip."

The man in black robe shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, the sea breeze blew, rolling up half of the black hood, revealing a stunning face, like a fairy nv who is not as good as the world's fireworks, and will never cooperate with the atmosphere and environment of the battle at this time.

But her expression was so natural, her eyes seemed to see through everything, and seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, turning all unreasonable into reasonableness⌒A purple hair as soft as satin brocade and hung on her back, free and freehand painting, white and tender skin and elegant outfit complement each other, highlighting her face as if she was as sweet as a flower.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes, which were as bright as stars, were staring at the strange fleet in the distance, with a strange look.

Seeing this beautiful face, the Normandy Legion commander Titaris, who should have felt lucky, suddenly turned pale, and showed a ghostly expression. He quickly lowered his head in fear, not daring to look at the direction of this nv person again.

The Burrows family is a large lord of the continent where the Normandians are located. Although the territory is not large, it has something that all monarchs dream of, that is, the ability to prophecy. The power of this family in that continent is a transcendent existence. The children of the Robles family are almost all over the royal palaces.

It is said that according to the tradition of the Burrows family, there are only two choices for men who have seen the true face of the Burrows family.

One is to become the husband of this nv man, and the other result is to die of festering. As for the way to die, it depends entirely on the hobby of this nv witch. The nv man called Lord Turit in front of him is the 16th generation head of this family, the only child of the duke of Burrosturir, Burrosturite Colleen, the rumored leader of the young generation of the Burrostur family, a nv witch who coexists with beauty and grip,

"Mr. Titaris, what's wrong with you?" The man in black robe seemed to have no idea, and his voice asked suspiciously. The black hood covered her beautiful face again.

"Nothing, maybe it's too strong the sea breeze."

Titalis looked embarrassed and wiped his eyes with his hands, and hurriedly concealed, "This place is about to become a battlefield. Eyes. For safety, please go back to the cabin first. Wait for me to clear these guys who are overestimating themselves, and then ask Lord Tulit to come out."

"Okay, I wish Lord Titalis a victory"

Turit Colleen nodded, turned around and walked into the cabin behind the ship. The moment she closed the Mén, Turit Colleen suddenly opened the hood on her face, and her pretty face was covered with coldness.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Next to me, a shinv who has been following her since childhood asked carefully.

"It's going to be trouble," Turit Colleen said with a serious face. "I don't know why just now, a gust of sea breeze blows away the cover on my head."

"That lady isn't..." Shinv's face was pale, and his little hands covered his mouth and dared not say anything.

"No, not that serious," Turit Colleen shook her head and smiled bitterly. "You should know that in the involuntary situation, there are only two possible people who see the true face of Burrows NV man. Naturally, I cannot marry him. Then he can only be a dying person, that is, we may be captives."

On the Dragon Teeth flagship in the distance,

Dustralenka looked at the Normandy warships rushing up, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. These guys had no experience in sailing at all, and they actually took the attitude of surrounding left and right to move closer to the Dragon Teeth Fleet where they were.

"Fire" Dustramka coldly ordered.

"Rumbling"

A violent sound seemed to have even shaken the bait. Countless white smoke evaporated from the sides of the 12 Dragon Tooth Ships, covering the bait. Hundreds of curved Thunder Gods fired one after another, dragging black smoke shells, passing through the gorgeous bait like a meteor, and landing in the middle of the Normandy fleet that was completely undefensive.

"Boom" A huge roar rose from the black smoke. A Normandy warship was in the middle of the hull, broken wood flew across the hull, and the human body, parts, and fragments on the deck were thrown into the air, scattered like falling leaves, and red flames churned out inside the hull. Then a series of dying explosions were like the top of the volcanic lava in the erupting land that penetrated the silent volcanic ash on the crater.

"What's going on?"

This sudden change made Titarist on the flagship behind him stunned, and a red light suddenly appeared. The entire warship was violently broken into dozens of pieces of large and small, rolling around.

Some were broken from it on the spot, the bow and stern were raised high, and then slowly entered the water, which was seriously tilted through the water, and fell around like losing power, almost colliding with the warship next to it.

The broken main mast fell into the cold, causing a long wave of water. The Normandy soldiers who fell in the water struggled while shouting for help. However, the smell of blood quickly attracted a large number of sharks. They were attacked even more terrifyingly and were quickly dyed dark red.

"Advance forward, as long as you can move onto the boat, don't let it go."
Chapter completed!