Seeing an orc waving his arms and throwing a screaming enemy soldier into the air effortlessly, Edgar shrank his head and asked the little Jerry beside him: "This doesn't seem to be going to the palace.
the way?”
Little Jerry looked up and looked at a huge fireball, which fell into the roadblock in front, blowing up the wooden horses and the enemy troops hiding behind. He swallowed and whispered: "
The grand commander gave us the order to retake the port."
"At a time like this, shouldn't we go and protect His Majesty..."
Little Jerry patted Edgar on the shoulder: "The leader must have a reason for doing this."
Edgar shrugged and stopped asking questions.
On the other hand, in the military camp of the Royal Navy.
Seeing the pirate's skull and crossbones flag hoisted on the last Muxi warship, Barbarossa laughed and walked towards the plank road.
The first mate, covered in blood, excitedly walked up to Barbarossa and said loudly: "Boss! We have captured all the naval ships, and Muxi Port is yours now!"
Barbarossa looked around at the cheering pirates, raised his right hand and shouted: "I declare that starting from sunrise tomorrow to sunset the day after tomorrow, all those who kill the enemy in the battle can have priority in picking out the spoils in the city.
! Gold, gems and even those coquettish women! Everything you see can be yours!"
Listening to the sky-breaking howls of the pirates around him, the excited first mate approached Barbarossa and reminded him in a low voice: "Boss, will those nobles have any objections?"
Barbarossa snorted coldly: "In the next few days, there will be wars and riots everywhere in the city. Those nobles have too much time to take care of themselves. How can they have time to disturb us?"
The first mate rubbed his hands, smiled and nodded.
Barbarossa looked up at the camp of the Kingdom's navy and began to conceive of the future site plan: "I will transform the naval meeting hall into a palace. I want to live in the small building at the top! Those coastal towers, transform them into a palace."
For the gun tower, remember to point the muzzle at the city!"
Just as Barbarossa was pointing at the mountains and rivers, a bright light flickering on the sea caught his attention.
Frederick pointed to the bright light and asked the first mate: "What is that?"
The first mate looked puzzled and asked his men for a telescope. While looking at it, he said: "Boss, that ship seems to be our reconnaissance boat. It is flashing lights... Let me see, the northern... fleet... is dangerous.
…”
The first mate put away the telescope, opened his eyes and said to Barbarossa: "The ship kept saying that an unidentified fleet was coming from the north and was heading towards Muxi Port. It was probably the enemy.
.”
Barbarossa frowned: "The number of enemies?"
The first mate asked his men to use lanterns to ask questions. When he saw the answer coming back from the bright light on the sea, he was so surprised that he forgot to speak.
Barbarossa shouted: "I ask you, how many are the enemies?!"
The first mate turned his head, with a look of horror on his face.
"The scout ship said there were too many enemy ships to count."
Barbarossa took a breath of cold air. Just as he was thinking about what to do next, a group of pirates who kept crying like crazy ran from a distance.
This group of people rushed in front of Barbarossa, their faces twisted, and their bodies shaking like chaff.
"Monster! The monster is coming!"
Seeing the pale-faced pirate in front of him with trembling hands and feet, the furious Barbarossa kicked him over and shouted: "Can anyone come and tell me what the hell is going on?!"
After questioning several people, the first mate came to Barbarossa and whispered: "Boss, there seems to be an army in the city and is heading towards us."
"Army?" asked Barbarossa. "How many are there?"
"It seems...less than two hundred people..."
Hearing the first mate's answer, Barbarossa was shocked at first, and 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 kill you
Are you so scared?!"
Barbarossa drew out the scimitar from his waist, raised the sword with his hand, and chopped down a trembling pirate. Then he raised his arms and shouted to 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 away from us must first ask about the swords and guns in our hands!"
The morale of the incited pirates was immediately boosted. Thousands of them stood on the ships and plank roads, raising their weapons and shouting battle slogans, with only endless greed in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, Barbarossa nodded with satisfaction. He called for his first mate and lowered his voice and said: "You should return to the flagship immediately, organize the manpower, set up a block rope at the entrance to the sea, and move all the ships to the sea."
Aim the muzzle of the cannon at the open sea. Whoever wants to enter this port, use cannonballs to keep it in!"
The first mate nodded, turned and left with his men.
Barbarossa looked at Duixi Port in the night, and said smugly: "No one wants me, Barbarossa, to spit out the fat in my mouth! What's more, it's just an army of two hundred people!"
Half an hour later, Barbarossa led the pirates to the battlefield at the entrance to the port area.
When Barbarossa stared at the battle in front of him with his mouth open, he finally understood what the frightened pirates were afraid of.
The Valkyrie riding a gryphon soared in the sky in the silver moonlight. The sound of each arrow breaking through the air was like the horn of death, constantly harvesting the lives of mortals.
The huge green-skinned orcs were like towering hills, trampling, crushing and tearing apart all humans who dared to block their way like weeds.
The ghostly werewolves are so fast that they are almost invisible. Every time they attack, they always launch the most frightening attacks from the most unexpected corners.
A group of elves with beautiful faces and elegant shapes. When they raised their hands, fireballs, ice spears, thunder and lightning, and sound waves burst out from their fingertips, destroying everything that hindered their progress along the marching route.
In addition, there are lizardmen with petrified skin and poisonous blood; tauren with brute strength, earthquakes, and war roars; dwarves with enhanced physique and damage resistance; harpies with speed and debilitating attacks...
The most despairing thing is that there are two huge gorgons that only exist in ancient myths, spitting out red snake letters, one on the left and one on the right accompanying a dark elf commander, lazily.
Looking at everything on the battlefield, their eyes seemed to be watching a group of children playing, without the slightest desire to take action.
At this moment, Barbarossa finally figured out one thing - he had been fooled.
He was set up!
Someone used power and wealth as bait to build Muxi City into a cruel and bloodthirsty war beast. It lured all greedy people into the giant mouth, and then mercilessly devoured their flesh and blood and gnawed their souls.
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Barbarossa looked at the brutal battle in front of him, and at the sight of his once arrogant men being slaughtered like insects by monsters, and he couldn't help but feel an icy chill rising from the depths of his soul.
Under the astonished gaze of his cronies, he slowly backed away, then abandoned the fleeing pirates, turned around and fled towards the port.
He knew that the only role of those men on the battlefield was to delay the enemy.
And he himself must take advantage of this precious time to escape from this damn city as soon as possible!