Spellcasting Heavens

Come on! Kill all these resisters!

For the great King of the Offshore!

For the establishment of the pirate kingdom!

For wealth!

For women!

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Accompanied by the deafening shouts of killing, thousands of heavily armed pirates swarmed forward, easily breaking down the two-meter-high wooden wall of the rural nobles, and rushed into this so-called castle, starting an endless battle. Merciless slaughter.

Any man holding a weapon or not kneeling down to surrender will be killed immediately.

Those who surrendered on their knees were skillfully trapped in a string by the pirates with ropes, and gathered in an open place waiting to be sold to slave traders.

The fate of women is even more miserable. Except for the aristocratic girls who have maintained their virginity and can be sold at high prices, the rest will be tortured and ravaged in the next day or two, until these hard-working beasts vent their satisfaction. Only then will they be sold to slave traders again.

No forgiveness!

No mercy!

There is no such thing as sympathy!

Since landing, the pirates under the King of Offshore have been burning, killing and looting all the way. They neither accept surrender nor allegiance, nor will they let go of any valuable town.

His way of establishing a ruling structure was very simple and crude, that is, he first killed all the original rulers and destroyed the foundation they had established in the local area, and then ennobled his cronies to manage a certain area on his behalf.

Short of money?

It doesn't matter!

In the land they nominally rule, pirate captains can attack and plunder towns and villages without restraint, kill all the original owners of the land, demote all ordinary residents into slaves, or force them to farm the land day and night, or simply pack them all away Sold to slave traders in exchange for the initial bloody accumulation of capital.

With this kind of sweeping and almost brutal suppression, those who dare to resist in the entire Attalus area are almost dead.

certainly,

The price was that the population was rapidly reduced by more than half, and most of the remaining half were demoted to serfs and became the private property of the new lords.

However, a handful of lucky people managed to win the favor of the offshore king through flattery. Not only did they not lose their personal freedom, but they transformed themselves into the most powerful people in this land second only to the pirate captains.

They are none other than the smugglers who provided supplies, information and intelligence to the pirates before.

As a successful smuggler, Hassata is one of them.

In the beginning, he only relied on a small sampan to secretly transport a small amount of weapons and armor to the pirate port and sell them at high prices to pirates who needed them.

Later, with the stimulation of astonishing profits, the business grew bigger and bigger. Finally, there were even twelve ships of various sizes. While doing normal maritime trade business, they also expanded the scale of smuggling.

Finally, he successfully seized the opportunity and became the new owner of this wooden castle and the surrounding land.

He is middle-aged and slightly fatter. He is currently standing on the blood-stained balcony, looking down at the numb expressions of the male captives in the small square, as well as the heart-wrenching cries and screams of the women. He asked without looking back: Honorable Sir, when you rejected me, did you expect that you would end up like today?

Bah! If you want to kill me, kill me! I will never give in to despicable smugglers and dirty pirates like you.

The old man in black armor was kneeling on the ground behind him, his hands trapped in a twist shape, and he spat fiercely.

From the stubborn expression on his face and the unyielding eyes, it is easy to tell that he is the lord of this land, a completely out-of-work professional warrior.

Hey! Old guy! Who are you calling dirty? Maybe, I should teach you what politeness is. A pirate next to him suddenly pulled out his scimitar and walked forward with a grin.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the sharp scimitar and chopped off the opponent's left ear.

moment!

Scarlet blood kept flowing down his neck, quickly soaking through the white shirt inside the armor.

Hmph! Coward! Is this all your courage? Cut off the ears of a defenseless prisoner? Why don't you try to cut off my head? Not only did the old man known as Sir show no fear With an expression on his face, he raised his head and mocked loudly.

Damn it! You think I don't dare? I'll chop off your head right now! The pirate was obviously irritated. He picked up his scimitar and slashed at his neck viciously.

But just as the knife was raised, Hassata stopped him and said: Wait! Don't kill him! He is deliberately provoking you and wants to die early so that he can be relieved.

Damn it! I almost fell into the trap of this old guy! The pirate suddenly came to his senses and immediately put back the scimitar that was about to hit his neck.

But he was obviously unwilling to let the other person go like this. He lifted up his boots that were stained with mud and blood, and put one foot in the lord's face, trying to vent the violence in his heart in this way.

In less than a moment, the old man's face was covered with blood, and his left cheek was swollen, making him look extremely miserable.

Stop fighting! If you fight again, he will be beaten to death! In fact, I have a way to destroy his ridiculous self-esteem and make him willing to lie on the ground like a dog and clear up the few remaining things for us. Obstacles. The corners of Hasata's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

Oh? What can I do? the pirate asked, wiping the blood that spattered on his face.

It's very simple! First of all, his dignity comes from being a male and a lord. Therefore, we must first destroy his male pride, that is, castrate him. Secondly, take him to the dungeon and force him to He watched his daughter being raped day and night until only a little mixed-race bastard was left. At that time, I want to see if he can still be as tough as he is now.

When saying these words, the smuggler did not hide the hatred and malice in his heart.

As a saying goes, the harder you suppress it, the crazier it becomes when you vent it, even to the point of perversion.

NO!!!!!! You bastard! Kill you! I'm going to kill you!

When he heard that he was going to be castrated, and had to watch his biological daughter being raped by a group of dirty pirates day and night, leaving behind a bastard who had tarnished the family's bloodline and honor, the old man's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, as if he had crawled out of hell. The evil ghost that came out, even if someone was dragging him behind, he still kept struggling forward, and his head kept banging against the ground, as if he wanted to kill himself.

Kill me? You didn't do it twenty years ago, and it's certainly impossible to do it today twenty years later. On the contrary, I have a debt that needs you to repay...