Realm of Power

567 fangs (four)

"Trash, if it wasn't for your uncle's sake, I would definitely kill you."

Titaris raised his foot with an angry look on his face and kicked the crying guy to the ground. Then he drew out his command sword angrily.

"Order the whole ship to advance. Since they want to die, let's kill them all." Titaris looked ferocious and shouted to the messenger behind him, "Tell Baron Bury's 1st Squadron and Baron Rickmore's 2nd Squadron, one Within an hour, I want to see these idiots turn into scorched earth. If they can't do it, I will let them lead the team to attack the walls of the Salanders."

"Yes, legion commander" the messenger looked like he was leaving in a hurry.

"Lord Titaris, I don't know why, but I feel that something is wrong with this situation. Is it better to be more cautious?" Next to him, a man shrouded in black robes whispered,

He was wearing a dark purple robe embroidered with gold. The cuffs of the robe were embroidered with exquisite coiled patterns. The black hood on his head was half hanging, just covering the upper half of his face. His appearance could not be seen clearly. All he could see was a sharp and white man. The chin, the voice was shrill, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in black, which looked particularly weird.

"Careful? Titalis glanced at her dissatisfiedly, with a bit of fear on his face. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Does Lord Turrit have any ominous premonitions? "

"No, it just feels a little abnormal."

The man in black robe shook his head indifferently, and said with regret, "You know, the prophecy ability of our Burrows family is not so easy to obtain. I am just a trainee member. If I want to get the ability to predict the future, I need to at least... It takes finding a Destiny One. I came across the sea this time in order to get some clues about the Destiny One from the Grand Duke of Normandy."

"The Destiny One?" Titaris looked stunned for a moment and asked, "Is it because of this Destiny One that Sir Turrit suddenly asked to board the ship this time?"

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

The man in black robe shrugged his shoulders and said noncommittally. The sea breeze blew by, rolling up half of the black hood, revealing a stunning face, like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world. It was completely different from the atmosphere and environment of the war at this time. Cooperate,

But her expression was so comfortable and natural, her eyes seemed to see through everything, and she seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, turning everything unreasonable into reasonable. Her purple hair, as delicate as satin, hung down her back. , free and freehand, her white and tender skin and elegant outfit complement each other, which highlights her flowery appearance.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes shining like starlight were staring at the strange fleet in the distance with a strange expression.

Seeing this beautiful face, Titaris, the commander of the Normandy Army, should have felt lucky, but his face suddenly turned pale, showing an expression that he had seen a ghost. He quickly lowered his head in fear, not daring to look in the direction of this woman.

The Burrows family is a big lord on the continent where the Normans are located. Although the territory is not large, it has something that all monarchs dream of, that is, the ability to predict. The power of this family on the continent is transcendent. The existence of Robles family descendants can be found in almost all royal courts.

It is said that according to the tradition of the Burrows family, a man who has seen the true face of a Burrows woman has only two choices.

One is to become the husband of this woman, and the other is to die from ulcers all over the body. As for the method of death, it all depends on the hobby of this woman witch, and the woman in front of her, who is called Lord Turrit, It is the sixteenth generation head of this family, the only daughter of the Duke of Burrowsturi, Colleen Burrowst, who is rumored to be the leader of the younger generation of the Burrows family, a nv witch with both beauty and power. ,

"Lord Titaris, what's wrong with you?" The woman in black robe asked in a doubtful voice as if she didn't notice it. The black hood covered her beautiful face again.

"It's nothing, maybe the sea breeze is too strong"

Titaris looked embarrassed, wiped his eyes with his hands, and quickly covered up, "This is about to become a battlefield, Daoyanyan. For the sake of safety, Lord Turrit please go back to the cabin first and wait for me to clear away these overestimating things." Guy, please come out again, Mr. Turrit."

"Well, I wish Lord Titaris a successful start."

Turrit Colin nodded, turned around and walked into the cabin at the back of the ship. The moment she closed the door, Turrit Colin suddenly took off the hood on her face, her pretty face full of coldness.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Next to her, a Shinv who had followed her since childhood asked cautiously.

"There's going to be trouble," Turrit Colleen said with a solemn expression. "I don't know why, a gust of sea wind blew off the cover on my head just now."

"That lady is not..." Shinv's face turned pale, and he covered his mouth with his little hands and did not dare to say any more.

"No, it's not that serious." Turrit Colleen shook her head and said with a wry smile, "You should know that there are only two possibilities for people to see Mrs. Burrows' true face without her consent. Of course, I can't marry her. If you give it to him, then he may only be a dying person, which means that we may have to be prisoners."

On the Longya flagship in the distance,

Dostelenko looked at the swarm of Normandy warships, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. These guys had no sailing experience at all, and they actually adopted an encirclement posture to move closer to the Dragon Tooth Fleet where he was.

"Fire" Dustrengkai ordered coldly.

"Rumble"

A violent noise seemed to shake the sky. Countless white smoke rose from the sides of the 12 Dragon Tooth ships, covering the entire sky. Hundreds of curved Thors fired one after another, dragging black smoke shells across the gorgeous sky like meteors, and fell in the middle of the Normandy fleet that was completely unaware of the defense.

"Boom" A huge roar rose from the black smoke, and a Normandy warship was hit in the hull, with broken wood flying everywhere. The human bodies, parts, and fragments on the deck were thrown into the air and scattered like fallen leaves. Red flames rolled out from the inside of the hull. Then a series of explosions followed, just like the eruption of volcanic lava breaking through the dormant volcanic ash in the crater.

"What's going on?"

This sudden change made Titarris on the flagship at the back stunned. A red light flashed, and the entire warship was broken into dozens of large and small pieces by the violent explosion, rolling around.

Some were broken on the spot, with the bow and stern raised high, and then slowly plunged into the water. Some were seriously tilted and penetrated the water, and they were toppled like they had lost power, almost colliding with the warship next to them.

The broken main mast fell into the cold, creating a long wave. The Normandy soldiers who fell into the water struggled and shouted for help. However, the smell of blood soon attracted a large number of sharks. They suffered a more terrifying attack and were quickly dyed dark red.

"Go forward, as long as you can move it on the ship, don't let it go."