Lord: I can see loyalty.

"It's those bastards from the West!"

"Damn it, get on board! Prepare the ballistae!"

"Where are the crossbow bolts? Where did you put them?!"

Chaos erupted at the docks of Keslow village as pirates and local villagers jostled and pushed their way in opposite directions.

"Calm down, men!" Just then, Axel slowly poked his head out from the longhouse and addressed the bewildered pirates.

Axel's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over the chaotic crowd.

The pirates were stunned for a moment, then calmed down and rushed back to their respective warships. After all, they were old pirates who had seen their share of storms, and their panic just now was just an instinctive reaction to being attacked suddenly.

"Massan!" Axel roared at the bear-like man behind him, "Bring the men aboard the 'Black Pearl,' as agreed beforehand!"

"Understood!" Masane, with his goatee, grinned, grabbed the long-handled battle axe leaning against the wall, and strode toward the largest warship.

The blade of that battle axe was larger than a normal person's head, yet it felt as light as a feather in his hand.

Seven western warships were approaching at full speed, their black sails billowing in the sea breeze, like a group of sharks that had smelled blood.

"Ballista, prepare—!"

On the deck of the Black Pearl, the old pirates were already in position, and the four ballistae fixed to the bow and sides of the ship were raised at the same angle, the thick crossbow bolts gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"put!"

Boom——!

call--!

Four crossbow bolts whistled through the air, slicing through the sea and heading straight for the enemy ship at the front.

Two shots missed their mark and landed in the sea, splashing water. One shot hit the shield on the ship's side, sending wood chips flying. The last shot pierced the enemy ship's mainsail precisely, tearing the canvas and slowing the ship down instantly.

"Good!" A cheer erupted from the deck.

But Axel's expression remained serious. He stared at the seven warships in the distance, his brow furrowed.

The ballista was too slow to load and its accuracy was poor. By the time the next round was fired, the enemy had already rushed up to us.

"Archers!" he roared, "Free fire! Don't let them get too comfortable!"

At the ship's side, dozens of pirates drew their bows and nocked arrows, raining down arrows on the enemy ship.

Several screams came from the opposite deck, and a few pirates who couldn't dodge in time were hit by arrows and fell into the water, but most of the arrows were blocked by the ship's gunwales and shields, with little effect.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters.

"They're about to board!" came the exclamation from the lookout tower.

Axel ripped off his coat, revealing the black armor underneath, and drew the scimitar that had been with him for many years from his waist.

"Men, prepare to board!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind sweep past him.

It's Masane!

That burly figure was like a cannonball; just as the two ships were about to collide, he grabbed the long axe and leaped forward!

It crossed the sea surface, which was more than ten meters wide, and slammed hard onto the deck of the enemy's leading warship!

"boom!"

With a heavy thud and the cracking of the wooden planks, the two Western Pirates, unable to dodge in time, were trampled underfoot by Massane, their ribs caved in, and they died on the spot.

"Oh my god!"

"Monster! What kind of monster is this!?"

The pirates on the enemy ship retreated in terror, but Massane gave them no chance. He swung his long axe, cleaving three pirates in half at the waist, their blood and entrails splattering everywhere.

"Go, you scum!" Masane roared, covered in blood, looking like a demon crawling out of hell. "I haven't even warmed up yet!"

A chilling voice rang out from behind the enemy ship.

"Get out of my way, all of you."

The pirates quickly stepped aside, making way for them.

The one-eyed pirate from Frido Port walked slowly towards them.

He was of medium build, and although he was far less imposing than Masane, he was remarkably steady with every step, and he held a strangely curved scimitar in his hand.

"A big guy under Axel's command?" The one-eyed pirate grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth. "I've heard of you. You're strong but stupid. Today, I'll test your mettle."

Without a word, Masane swung his long axe and chopped down!

The one-eyed pirate dodged easily with a swift movement, then slashed his curved blade towards Masane's wrist.

This strike was swift and cunning; anyone else would have had no time to react. But Marsan's fighting instincts far surpassed those of ordinary people, allowing him to halt his axe strike and dodge to the side.

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in the one-eyed pirate's eyes. "Interesting."

Without another word, he turned his scimitar into a flash of cold light, relentlessly slashing and thrusting at Masane like a storm.

His speed was extremely fast, and his swordsmanship was unpredictable. Every strike was aimed at vital points, but Masane simply swung his long axe to block most of the attacks. The one or two strikes that occasionally slipped through only left shallow wounds on his solid muscles.

"Is that all you've got?" Masane sneered.

The one-eyed pirate snorted coldly, and his sword strikes suddenly quickened!

He held nothing back and pushed his speed to the limit.

The scimitar left afterimages in the air, stabbing at Masane from all angles. Masane gradually couldn't keep up with its speed, and several more wounds appeared on his body.

But the one-eyed pirate was increasingly shocked.

The big guy reacted much faster than he expected!

Despite his seemingly clumsy body, every dodge was perfectly timed, and every parry was precisely timed to coincide with the exact moment his blade was withdrawn.

This is definitely not something that can be done by brute force alone; this guy's combat experience is frighteningly rich.

In that split second when he was distracted, Masane seized the opportunity!

The long axe swept across, forcing the one-eyed pirate to retreat.

But Massane's real killing move wasn't the axe. He suddenly let go, allowing the long axe to fly out of his hand, and at the same time, he lunged forward, his head-sized hand grabbing the one-eyed pirate's wrist that was holding the knife!

"What...!"

The one-eyed pirate was horrified to discover that the hand was like an iron clamp, and he couldn't break free.

Masane grinned, revealing two rows of bloody teeth.

"Got you!"

He clenched his other fist and slammed it hard into the one-eyed pirate's face!

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches!

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Blood splattered, and the one-eyed pirate's face quickly contorted, his nose collapsing, his cheekbones shattering, and his eyeballs bulging out. He tried to struggle, tried to beg for mercy, but Masane gave him no chance.

Massane only released his grip when the body went completely limp, letting the corpse slide onto the deck.

He stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and glanced around.

At this moment, boarding action has fully erupted.

The two ships collided, planks were laid together, and the pirates swarmed aboard, engaging in a bloody battle on the narrow deck.

The sounds of flashing swords, screams, roars, and clashing metal blended together.

But the pirates of the Black Pearl clearly had the upper hand, not only because they were more experienced, but also because...

"Whoosh!"

An arrow flew from the shore and pierced precisely the back of a Western pirate's neck. The man's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.

On the shore, dozens of archers lined up, raining arrows down on the enemy ship. This was militia support that Xavier had arranged in advance. The distance and angle were just right, and each volley of fire could take several lives.

The western pirates were shot down and unable to raise their heads. They could only protect the front and not the rear, and their morale collapsed rapidly.

But just then, another loud shout came from behind the enemy ship.

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

The pirates made way, and an old pirate with a full head of white hair but muscular build strode out.

He held a two-handed greatsword in his hand, the blade stained with blood, clearly indicating that he had killed several people. His cloudy eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

He is the well-known "guardian" of Frido.

The old pirate stepped onto the plank connecting the two ships, and with a sweep of his heavy sword, the two Black Pearl pirates were cut in half before they could even scream!

"Damn it!" Axel's face darkened, he cursed, and charged forward with his scimitar.

The old pirate grinned when he saw him, revealing a few yellowed teeth: "Axel! I thought you'd died in some woman's belly!"

"Old man, so talkative, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Axel may be sharp-tongued, but he doesn't dare to slack off in his actions.

He recognized the old man; he was one of Philip's tough henchmen, nicknamed "The Port Guardian," and it was said he had killed more people than the average person had eaten salt.

两人瞬间战在一起。

The old pirate's greatsword was powerful and heavy, capable of cleaving through shields with every strike, while Axel's scimitar was agile and unpredictable, specifically targeting joints and vital points.

Swords clashed, sparks flew, and the two fought from bow to stern and back again.

Axel, however, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

It's not that he's weak, it's that this old guy is too strong.

The heavy sword seemed weightless in his hands; every strike—slashing, chopping, parrying, and thrusting—was ruthless and skillful. Axel tried several times to break in and get close, but was forced back by the fierce swordplay.

"Is that all you've got?" the old pirate sneered. "Where's Axel, the one who dared to single-handedly storm a pirate's lair back in the day?!"

Axel did not reply, but continued to fight.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

The old pirate's swordsmanship was strong, but his age was a factor, and his stamina was ultimately limited. As long as we could hold him off and wear him down...

Axel's absent-minded look was also noticed by the old pirate, whose face gradually turned smug.

Just as he was thinking, Axel suddenly slipped and stepped on a pool of blood, staggering and falling to the ground!

good chance!

The old pirate's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the opponent had revealed a weakness, and he brought his heavy sword down on the opponent's head!

But just as the sword was about to fall, Axel's body twisted strangely.

It wasn't a real slip, it was a feint!

The scimitar pierced upwards, aiming straight for the old pirate's throat!

"What...?"

The old pirate was terrified and desperately tried to sheathe his sword to block, but the distance was too close and it was too late.

"laugh--!"

The scimitar pierced his throat and emerged from the back of his neck.

The old pirate's eyes widened, and he made a "ho ho" sound as his heavy sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He reached out as if trying to grasp something, but in the end, he could only let his hand fall limply.

Axel drew his sword and let the corpse fall to the ground.

He took a breath, wiped the blood from his face, and turned his listless gaze to another ship.

On Masane's side, the battle has also ended.

The one-eyed pirate's body lay on the deck, his face unrecognizable, his head smashed beyond recognition.

Masane stood to the side, his hands covered in blood, panting heavily.

"Where's the axe?" Axel asked.

Masane looked down at his empty hands, then at the broken axe handle floating on the sea. He didn't know when the handle had been cut off.

"I threw it away," he said.

Axel's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything more.

He raised his head and looked around the entire battlefield.

Of the seven warships of the Western Pirates, three have been completely captured, and the remaining four are in retreat.

On the deck, along the ship's side, and even in the sea, corpses and blood were everywhere. The pirates of Black Pearl were chasing down the remaining enemies, and cheers were already rising and falling.

Clearly, they won.

Axel took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the sea breeze tasted a little sweet.

These outlaws won another battle and survived another day by sheer luck.

"Clean up the battlefield!" he roared. "Don't let a single one escape! Capture the living, and throw the dead into the sea to feed the fish!"

The pirates responded loudly.

In the distance, the surface of the Sea of ​​Gaza shimmered in the sunlight.

Of the seven western warships, three had been captured, while the remaining four were fleeing in panic, their sails askew and their decks in disarray.

The archers on the shore were still firing, and people kept falling into the water after being hit by arrows.

Axel leaned against the gunwale of the warship, watching the fleeing figures, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"That old fox Philip," he muttered to himself, "now he should know that this Earl of the South is not someone to be trifled with."

The sea breeze howled, whipping at the hem of his blood-stained clothes.

In the Battle of Gajah, Black Pearl won a great victory.

But everyone knew that this was just the beginning.