Amidst a thunderous roar, the sailboat under Wormtongue Mithor King's feet finally approached the Golden Dream. The prepared pirates yelled as they threw grappling hooks, using them to secure the opposing ship, making it easier for the pirates to engage in the upcoming 'boarding battle'.
Mithor raised his two short eyebrows. At this distance, he had a clear view of the personnel on the Golden Dream, concluding that the number of combatants was only one-third of their usual strength.
"We can win!"
If he could take down the Golden Dream, perhaps the Captain would let him spend a night in her bed. Thinking of this, Mithor felt a surge of heat in his heart. He drew his revolver, ready to personally board the ship and lead the battle to ultimate victory.
But at that moment.
He saw a sudden roar erupt from the cabin of the Golden Dream, followed by crew members pouring out like a tide. Although these crew members were wrapped in bandages, their movements were agile. How could they appear injured?
Bang, bang, bang!
The crew members who rushed out of the cabin fired their guns simultaneously. With a volley of shots, Mithor's pirates were caught off guard and a large number of them immediately fell.
"Damn it, it's a trap!" Mithor finally realized, shouting, "Quick, inform the others, tell them to return. This is a trap, a damned trap!"
A pirate quickly picked up a lantern, about to signal.
Suddenly, a crimson fireball came flying, hitting him head-on. Bang! The flame wave spread, and the pirate screamed as he fell from the ship into the Sea, unable to send the signal.
Mithor looked up and saw two figures rushing over. He was well aware of the important members on the Golden Dream, and seeing these two, one with a fancy cravat and the other with singed eyebrows, he knew who they were.
"'Flower Cravat' Jodeson."
"'Blaze' Danitz."
As he saw the two, Jodeson had already raised his revolver, pointing it at Mithor.
Fire!
Bang!
Although there were many pirates between 'Flower Cravat' and Wormtongue, Jodeson fired without hesitation, not worrying about accidentally hitting his own men.
The gunshots, shaking people's eardrums, echoed on the deck. The pirates instinctively clutched their heads and crouched down, looking for cover and hiding spots.
Mithor was no exception. He nimbly ducked behind a thick mast, then cautiously peeked out his head to return fire at Jodeson.
"Coward! Are you even a man? If you're a man, get out here and have a proper duel with me."
Danitz's voice rang out. Mithor knew he was Provocation him, but Wormtongue had no intention of dueling him.
Danitz cursed twice and threw fireballs one after another, making Mithor scurry for cover.
One of the fireballs streaked across the deck, about to hit Mithor. Wormtongue suddenly turned his head, his brown eyes suddenly deepening.
Danitz's fireball immediately curved, dipping slightly, and smashed onto the deck, sending fragments flying and causing a pirate who happened to be passing by to scream and fall.
At this moment, Mithor quickly rolled across the deck, dodging the bullets fired by Jodeson. He passed by a pirate's corpse and picked up a golden tooth that had fallen nearby.
Wormtongue jumped up, waving his arm, preparing to throw it at Danitz.
At this time, Jodeson reached out and made a grasping motion, as if to catch something.
Mithor threw the golden tooth at Danitz. The Boatswain tilted his body, dodging the golden tooth, watching it reflect the firelight as it fell onto the deck.
Meanwhile, Mithor, with a combination of lunging and rolling, dove into the cabin.
Danitz spoke in Provocation, but did not forget to give chase, rushing into the cabin and throwing a fireball at Mithor, who was not far away.
Feeling the scorching energy wave behind him, Mithor did not turn back or change his position. He felt he could withstand this fireball, because before, he had already 'bribed' Danitz.
Bang!
When the fireball exploded behind him, when the flame waves flew, and when the violent shockwave almost knocked his internal organs out, Mithor was startled to realize that, for some reason, his ability had not taken effect.
He had fully endured the explosion of a fireball!
Of course, he wouldn't know that his 'bribe' had just been stolen by Jodeson.
Seeing Mithor blasted to the ground by the fireball, seeing the 'Smooth-Talker's' clothes on his back completely reduced to ashes, and seeing his back turn crimson, almost black, Jodeson chuckled dryly: "Well done, Danitz."
"I don't need your praise," Danitz added in his mind, "You 'Wolffish Can'!"
The two of them simultaneously squeezed into the cabin, but the passage was too narrow, and they collided with each other.
This gave Mithor a chance to get up and kick open a wooden door.
"Shit, don't get in my way!" Danitz's singed eyebrows twitched.
Jodeson tugged at his cravat: "That's exactly what I wanted to say."
The two looked at each other, then simultaneously rushed through the door.
While Mithor was in a tough fight, on the other pirate ships, the subordinates of the Admiral of Ailment were also suppressed, enduring the fierce attack from the Golden Dream.
On one pirate ship, a great pirate gasped for breath, his body going limp as he sat on the ground. His eyes were unfocused, and blood and saliva mixed at the corners of his mouth.
He had almost died just now.
Because his 'Desire' had been instantly ignited, his heart pounded violently, like a pressure cooker about to explode, which caused his brain to instantly become engorged with blood.
If it weren't for the fact that the person who triggered the 'Desire' explosion was not a true Apostle of Desire, and thus the power was somewhat insufficient, otherwise, he would have already suffered a myocardial infarction, and the blood in his brain would have sprayed out like hot mist.
But even so, he no longer had the strength to move a single finger, only able to watch as the beautiful and intelligent woman holding a magnificent hunting rifle walked over and pointed the muzzle at him, saying:
"Capture him. He should be worth a good amount of bounty."
The great pirate gave a bitter smile.
He had once thought that one day he might be able to defeat the Admiral of Ailment, and then press that beautiful, maiden-like General beneath him, to do with her as he pleased.
But now, he knew he was wrong, and terribly so.
In the hands of Edwina, who was also a 'Admiral', he couldn't even last 10 minutes, so how could he contend against the Admiral of Ailment, who was on the same level?
The night 'burned' with the Sea battle, and in this firelight, an inconspicuous small boat was moving away from this Sea area. A short pirate on the boat desperately rowed the oars. He had to return to the Black Death, he had to convey the latest intelligence to the Admiral of Ailment.
And all of this fell into a pair of eyes.
Lex's eyes!