"Captain Chris, I didn't expect that we arrived much earlier than you said."
Fulen held a telescope and joked while looking at the islands in the distance.
Chris was in a good mood and nodded with a smile: "The wind direction this time is very suitable for sailing. We are almost at Crescent Island."
On Crescent Island Beach, the natives discovered the sailboat heading towards the island. They were as panicked as ants on a hot pot and fled in panic.
"Look, the savages on the island are welcoming us." Fulen put down the telescope, "But I don't like it. I'm staying on the boat tonight. I don't want to live with a group of smelly savages."
"As you wish, Mr. Flan."
Next, Chris will rely on Flan to make magic potions. Although he is very shameful in his heart and thinks that he is just a lost dog, he respects him very much on the surface.
Not long after, the sailboat slowly docked at the deep-water port of Crescent Island. After lowering the anchor, everyone jumped off the sailboat.
The natives on the seaside were even more panicked when they saw this group of armored knights jumping off the sailboat several feet high.
"It's them! It's those devils!"
"Don't be afraid, everyone, I have sent someone to inform the envoy." A leading native tried to appease everyone, but the effect was not good.
Just when everyone was panicking, a loud voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I will protect everyone."
All the natives turned their heads, and Allen, wearing rose pattern armor and holding a sharp sword, strode over.
Hearing this voice, some people calmed down, but more people were still afraid. After all, the psychological shadow left by Viscount Winter on the Crescent Island natives was too great.
Allen knew that comfort alone could not eliminate the fear of the natives. Only by facing them openly and defeating Viscount Winter could the people's confidence be restored.
This battle is not only the first battle for his revenge, but also the first battle to clear the way for the gods. He can only win but not lose.
...
As soon as Chris led the Guards knights off the boat, he discovered that Allen stood out among the natives. He was too conspicuous in his knight armor.
"Are you... Allen from Blue Harbor?"
After some identification, he was sure that the identity of the knight in front of him was the fish that had escaped from the hands of Viscount Winter.
Recognizing Allen's identity, Chris couldn't help but be ecstatic.
The unknown whereabouts of Allen has always been a concern for Viscount Winter. According to the laws of the kingdom, the territory is the private property of the nobles and is sacrosanct.
Without confirmation of Allen's death, it would be difficult for Viscount Winter to attack the leader of Blue Harbor. If he dared to do so, he would be openly defying the laws of the kingdom and the Silver Family. Viscount Winter was not that bold.
But if Allen dies, Blueport will become an ownerless land and will be taken back by the Marquis. At that time, Winter will only need to pay a certain price to get this "barren" land.
"It seems that today is my lucky day, Chris," Chris slowly pulled out the stainless steel sword from his waist, with a cruel smile on his lips, "I didn't expect you to come here, my dear Lord Baron Allen."
The knights of the Guards followed Chris, quickly approached Allen, and surrounded him.
Chris was a little surprised when he saw that Allen didn't run away, but he was relieved immediately. This is the Crescent Island isolated overseas. Where can Allen run?
The only sailboat is still in the hands of his own people.
"Baron Allen, you are a noble of the kingdom after all. I will give you a decent way to die. You can commit suicide." Chris was sure of victory.
"Chris, do you know what is the crime of killing a noble?" Allen looked up at Chris and said slowly.
"No, no, no," Chris kept shaking his head, "it was the Red Skull pirate who killed you, and it has nothing to do with me."
"Hahaha......"
After hearing this, everyone laughed. The heir to the baron was really naive.
"Is this... the wind blowing?"
While he was laughing, a knight noticed that the air flow accelerated and everyone's laughter gradually stopped.
An inexplicable aura condensed on Allen's body, and the aura went from slow to fast. Allen drew out his long sword, and the milky white fighting spirit continued to gather on the sword.
"Fighting... fighting spirit?!"
When Chris saw this scene, his eyes almost exploded with shock. Allen had broken through to the Super Knight! How is this possible? Where did he get the spiritual potion?
"Escape!!!" Chris shouted to the sky, "separate..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed past him, and Chris' body was torn apart by a huge force. His lower body was left in place, and his upper body was directly exploded into pieces of bloody flesh.
"Run? Can you run away?" Allen subconsciously shook the long sword in his hand, but the sword was wrapped in fighting spirit and could not draw any blood.
"Run away!"
"He has become a super knight!"
"Escape separately!"
After everyone reacted, dozens of knights did not dare to stay, and all fled for their lives, without any intention of fighting Allen.
Extraordinary knights and ordinary knights are completely at two different levels of life. No matter how hard they fight, there is no meaning other than giving away their lives.
Allen frowned when he saw everyone fleeing. He swung his sword and the knight who escaped the fastest was cut into two pieces by the fighting spirit released by Allen in the air.
As the killing progressed, more and more knights died, but many knights scattered and fled for their lives, some went into the dense forest, and some fled towards the tribe.
No matter how strong Allen was, there was only one person after all. Even though he kept killing, there were still two or three knights who got into the dense forest and disappeared.
On a sailboat.
The telescope in Fulen's hand was so frightened that it fell to the deck. He immediately squatted down and huddled on the deck, shivering.
Fulen kept praying in his heart: "He didn't find me, he didn't find me, he..."
But the cold touch on his neck interrupted his prayer, and a sharp sword was placed across Fulun's neck.
"Sir! Spare my life!"
Flan knelt down without shame and kept begging for mercy, "Chris and I are not the same group. I am just a potion pharmacist. Please spare my life!"
Allen frowned when he saw the kowtow-like man in front of him calling himself a pharmacist.
A pharmacist so afraid of death?
Seeing Allen retract his sword, Fulen breathed a sigh of relief. This god of murder finally stopped.
"Ahem, sir," Fulen said carefully after sorting out his words, "Actually, I was forced to come here by Viscount Winter."
Allen sneered: "Take off your hat and hide your head and tail for what?"
Fulen was trembling all over, and under the pressure of death, he finally slowly took off his hood.
When Allen saw Fulun's face, his indifferent expression suddenly changed.