Pirate's Swordsman

At the same time, in the central square of Whiskey Peak.

A man wearing a warrior uniform with a black ribbon tied around his forehead was standing on the stone steps in the middle of the square with a gloomy expression, looking down motionlessly.

Around him, a total of six to seven hundred pirates gathered, squeezing the originally quite spacious square to a crawl.

Even so, every few seconds, pirates would come in groups from different directions and take their positions according to the divisions they belonged to.

After three minutes of this, the number of pirates in the square had reached about 900. At this time, the man with the black belt finally looked better. He glanced across the messy square and suddenly roared: "Quiet, everyone." "

The noise stopped abruptly.

All the pirates who had been talking privately just now were so excited at this moment that they hurriedly sealed their mouths, and then focused their gazes on the man in the middle with a look of awe.

The captain's prestige is evident from this.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man named Brodeur nodded with satisfaction, then turned to ask a young woman next to him who was obviously a deputy: "Have you done the statistics? Are all the teams here?"

The young woman in question was tall, with black hair and black eyes. Her face, half covered by a black top hat, was still stunningly beautiful. Just standing there, she revealed an intellectual and indifferent temperament.

"There are twenty divisions in total, all are here." Facing the inquiry, the black-haired woman chuckled and replied calmly, "Captain, you shouldn't have to worry about this. We just won a big victory a few days ago. , now, will they still betray you? Can't they escape in advance?"

"I think they just don't know what kind of opponent they will face this time."

Brodeur snorted coldly. He tied the black cloth on his head tightly. Suddenly he seemed to remember something. He tilted his head slightly and whispered: "The victory over Hoffman and the others a few days ago was mostly due to you." I will never forget your credit for planning. Don’t worry, when this battle is over, as long as you survive, I will definitely promote you to the vice-captain of the Iron Sword Pirates.”

The black-haired woman didn't say much after hearing this. She just smiled calmly and bowed slightly to Brodeur.

Brodeur didn't take it seriously. After more than two months, he had become accustomed to the other party's calm look, and his attitude had always been quite tolerant. In fact, he had almost no resistance to a beauty of this temperament. Thinking of his wife and daughter back home in Nanhai, he had already launched a vigorous pursuit.

"little ones"

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and with all his subordinates watching, he said in a deep voice: "By now, I believe everyone knows that just outside the port of Whiskey Mountain, our old friend Hoffman , the scum that managed to escape like a drowned dog a few days ago has launched a challenge to us again without giving up."

"This time, he called more people and united more forces than before. The number of crew members who can join the battle is estimated to reach three to four thousand, and their fleet is already capable of covering the entire port. Complete lockdown"

At this point, many pirates below were already in an uproar, talking privately, and many people had a hint of fear on their faces. Brodeur saw all this, he smiled coldly, and his voice suddenly rose by one tone:

"but"

The cold light flashed past, and he drew out the sword from his waist in the standard Iai style. The speed was incredibly fast, and then he roared angrily, "There is nothing to be afraid of. I want everyone to understand that we can defeat Hoffman can defeat him once, and for a swordsman, the scars on his back are a mark of shame."

"A defeated dog is just a defeated dog after all."

I don’t know whether this impassioned pre-war mobilization had an effect, or whether the unsheathed blade evoked the memory of the captain’s terrifying strength, or both, but no matter what, at this moment, the blood of the pirates below were all drained. They got excited, raised one hand one after another, and followed Brodeur in roaring: "Kill Hoffmann."

"No one can beat Captain Brodeur"

"Victory will eventually belong to us"

The sound in the square was boiling, one after another. Brodeur said nothing. He waited quietly until everyone's emotions were completely aroused, and the black-haired woman next to him also secretly sent a message to him. When he received a suggestive look, Brodeur narrowed his eyes slightly and turned towards the port in the distance:

"Set off"

Dark, damp, and decaying.

This is a dungeon that exists somewhere in Whiskey Peak. There is only a narrow entrance, and moss-covered black stone stairs extend down. On both sides of the corridor, rusty iron fences divide the place into dozens of independent spaces.

There were not many people in the prison, only a dozen unlucky guys, and even fewer guards. The Iron Sword Pirates, who had become the temporary controllers of the town, just randomly sent four injured pirates to recover from their injuries. At the same time, I took care of them by the way, and they gathered in the guard room every day and basically played poker all day long.

However, today's guards were obviously a little abnormal. They had gathered together half an hour ago, whispering, and walking back and forth in the guard room above, each one's pace getting more and more panicked.

This attracted the attention of most of the prisoners in the cell, who curiously put their ears to the wall to hear what the guys were discussing.

However, before the words could be heard clearly, the movement above stopped. Immediately, there was a loud "clang" from the iron door of the dungeon, and the four footsteps gradually faded away. After disappearing completely, they were never heard again. .

"What's going on?" A man with a wretched figure and a mustache who was as thin as a mouse said in shock: "Those pirates have all run away."

"The devil knows." After getting along for a while, everyone became familiar with each other. A bald man with a fleshy face picked his feet and replied lazily: "What if the guard really ran away? Unless there is someone." People from the navy come to rescue us, otherwise we still won’t be able to get out.”

"That's not necessarily the case." Mustache laughed evilly, his eyes falling vaguely on a certain corner, "Although everyone was imprisoned because they offended that bastard Brock, ordinary people also accounted for a large proportion of them. Most, but on the other hand, there are some extraordinary people among us."

"You're so dumb, you're an incredible person."

The bald man rolled his eyes, sniffed the index finger of his right hand, showed a drunken look, and muttered, "If there is really a strong man, even if he can't defeat the monster Brodeur, how could he?" Locked here by Brock"