Peace of the Pirate

One of the guards raised his gun, aimed it at the back of a slave who was close at hand, and fired without hesitation. .

Bang, gunfire, people fell.

The guard was about to reload when suddenly, a slave fell from the sky, holding a sharp ax in his hands: "Go to hell, you guy."

The guard's face tightened, and he quickly raised his gun to shoot, but he couldn't fire without the bullets being loaded.

Poof, a long line of blood rose into the sky.

Kicking away the corpse in front of him, the slave wiped his face, found a lone guard, shouted, and rushed forward again.

Hearing the shouts from behind, Arnold immediately turned around and saw that Lai Fei, whose face was covered in blood, didn't show any panic at all. He just turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge, and then faced a knee bump.

"kindness."

The slave groaned, and the severe pain in his abdomen made him bend his body. Before he could fight back, a huge impact hit his face. He lost consciousness and fell to the ground weakly.

Retracting the butt of the gun, Arnold was breathing heavily. From the beginning of the confrontation to now, he has not stopped at all and has been fighting continuously.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he tried to regain some strength. His eyes were like those of a wolf, scanning the surroundings cautiously.

When he found Doron and Paisley locked in a bitter fight on the side, he rushed over without hesitation.

The bullets of the musket have been exhausted, but its appropriate length and weight mean that it is a handy weapon even without bullets.

Arnold grabbed the barrel of the gun and swung it hard. The slave, who had his back turned to him, flew out before he could react. He fell to the ground without any movement, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Pulling up Paisley who was sitting on the ground, Arnold asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Paisley stood up and kept panting. He was still scared for a while: "It's really going to kill me. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have had to collect the body."

Seeing that Paisley was exhausted, Arnold pursed his lips: "You can still go, we have to leave here quickly, otherwise it will be too dangerous."

Bang, plop.

Doron killed a slave with one shot. He quickly found Arnold and Paisley standing together and rushed over: "Brother Arnold, are you okay?"

Arnold's eyes lit up: "I was talking about retreating just now. Now that you are here too, retreat quickly."

Duolong looked at the fewer and fewer slaves around him and asked puzzledly: "Our situation is very good now, why should we withdraw?"

Indeed, as he said, a single slave may be able to compete with a single guard, and it is not impossible to win. However, when the number expands to several hundred, well-trained guards cooperate with each other, and the combat effectiveness is far from 1+1= 2 concept, slaves are no match at all.

"Watch the knife." A slave saw the three of them standing together. Not only was he not afraid at all, but he rushed towards them bravely.

Shaking his head, Arnold stepped forward and knocked him down with two or three blows: "I am not as optimistic as you. Now we have fallen into a melee. The advantage of our muskets has been greatly reduced. Moreover, the number of slaves is endless, and we can only rely on heaps. It can kill us."

Doron wanted to say more, but Paisley on the side stopped him: "Silly boy, even if you don't believe Arnold, you should believe me. You know, ever since the guards suddenly fainted, I have always had a bad feeling, and This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.”

Duolong was stunned and said nothing more: "But where can we retreat at this time?"

Arnold searched for a while and pointed to the dark bridge not far away: "Let's move closer to the residential area first. I don't think it will be long before someone gives the order to retreat."

……

"Murloc Karate, 2000 Wa Shoken."

"Iron block!"

boom.

Fisher Tiger punched Mafus in the chest, but the latter tensed up and took the punch forcefully.

Raising his head, Mafus's face hardened: "Armed."

As two rays of black energy swirled around, Mafus's hands were already as black as iron, and he blasted towards Fisher Tiger, who was very close at hand.

Fisher Tiger's eyes narrowed and he punched Mafus on the arm.

boom,

It's really as hard as steel... When Fisher Tiger was in pain, Mafus's right hand inevitably missed.

With his fist thrown in the air, Mafus had a smile on his face: "You don't even dare to challenge me with domineering power? I really admire your courage."

"shave."

Mafos' figure flashed, appearing out of thin air behind Fisher Tiger and kicked out.

Oops... Fisher Tiger barely moved his body, but Mafus's kick had already hit him.

Fisher Tiger's body continued to bounce on the ground, and then slid all the way until it finally stopped, raising a large amount of dust in the air.

Holding his waist, Fisher Tegma stood up and looked at Mafus who was walking slowly with a solemn face.

Mafus paused, a little confused: "Your eyes really seem familiar to me. Let me think about it. By the way, it turns out to be you, Murloc No. 1."

"I remember that you injured the Tianlong and ran away. We haven't caught you yet. Why are you here?" As he spoke, Mafus's face became worse and worse, and his eyes were dark: "So, You couldn't have caused all of this today."

Fisher Tiger chuckled and put his left hand behind his back: "That's right, it took me a few days to successfully sneak into the cell area. Now, look around you. I have succeeded. You can't do it anymore." Stop us from finding freedom."

"Haha, haha." Mafus laughed angrily. After seeing the culprit, he could no longer remain calm: "What a great job, fishman."

Fisher Tiger found an opportunity and swung his left hand forward: "Murloc karate, hitting the water."

Phew, a sharp sound broke through the air,

"shave."

"Murloc Karate, 6000-tile roundhouse kick."

With his previous experience, this time Fisher Tiger leaped up and kicked behind Mafus the moment he disappeared.

As soon as Mafus appeared, Fisher Tiger's legs came with the strong wind,

"Armed color, hardened."

Boom, a huge wave of air exploded from the center of the two of them, sweeping around.

When it calmed down, Mafus's exposed skin was already pitch black, his left hand stopped in the air, and Fisher Tiger's legs were so stuck in the air that the muscles of his legs were dented.

Feeling the power of his hand, Mafus' dark face revealed a ferocious smile: "Freedom? I don't know about other slaves, but you will definitely die here today."

After saying that, he raised his left hand, shook Fisher Tiger's leg away, then bullied him and punched Fisher Tiger in the chest.

"Wow."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Fisher Tiger's body flew backwards, and then fell to the ground weakly.

Withdrawing his hand, Mafus approached Fisher Tiger step by step: "You know, because of a guy like you, my bright future has disappeared."

Coming closer, Mafus stopped and reached out to grab Fisher Tiger's collar: "But now, even if I kill all of you damn slaves, it can no longer erase my fault. You Say, should you die?"

By the end, Mafus had a ferocious look on his face and gritted his teeth.

There was still blood on the corner of his mouth, and despite the pain in his chest, Fisher Tiger still laughed: "It seems you are finished, because you have no way to save yourself."

"Boss, let's help you." At this time, several slaves rushed over holding weapons in their hands.

Fisher Tiger's smile faded, and the slave who drove forward looked eager: "Quickly, you guys can't beat him."

However, his warning had no effect. The slave at the front jumped up and slashed with the knife in his hand: "You die."

Dang, the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The tiger's mouth was in severe pain. Looking at the intact Mafus, the slave was horrified and said: "What the hell? Why are you okay at all?"

"Eat me with a hammer." "Eat me with a stick."

After eating all the attacks, Mafus was furious: "An ants dare to attack me."

Holding Fisher Tiger with one hand, Mafoss used his remaining hand to kill the three slaves.

After several screams, Mafus cruelly crushed the throat of the last slave and said to Fisher Tiger, who had no power to resist, "I have no time to waste time with you guys anymore." It’s time, I believe, with your head, the adults will give me a lighter punishment.”

Picking up the ax dropped by the slave from the ground, Mafos chopped it down with a wave of his hand.

when.

Half of the ax blade rose into the sky,

The visitor said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

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