Assassin’s Adventure

Alan, one of the longest followers of Captain Gordon, took part in almost all of the Jackdaw's battles, starting with the Battle of the Black Pearl, second only to Captain Gordon and Mickey.

At sea, it is difficult to convince the public without a little strength.

Allen looked at Luther who disobeyed the order, looked at the distorted expression because of the pain, and the right hand that kept shaking and did not speak.

Luther, this person doesn't communicate too much with himself. He has his own circle. He may sometimes smile and say hello, but now he can only face each other with swords.

Why? Are you wrong? Or was Luther wrong? Or was it brought about by the captain's reckless decision?

The human heart is a complex thing, and no one knows what the other person is thinking or planning, even if you are in the same room.

It doesn't matter what a person says, in the end it depends on the key decisions.

Allen has no hatred for the person in front of him, to be honest, but a person has to pay for his choice after all. He is optimistic about Gordon and feels that following this captain can have a great career, so he will save him at all costs. come out.

"Ellen, you rebel!"

Luther roared, pressing down on his sore spot. He saw Aaron's dazed expression and felt that he had been greatly insulted.

In the duel of life and death, the opponent is not willing to pay all attention to you.

With a grim expression, Luther paced slowly with a machete in hand, constantly looking for the best distance to attack, and the enemy's defensive loopholes.

Allen is not a passive defensive person. The enemy's forward pressure did not cause him to retreat at all. The moment he entered the attacking distance, a step went straight to Luther's throat.

Obviously, Luthor would not be easily placed by this knife, but instantly pressed the knife head to knock Aaron's machete open and backed away.

The fierce momentum of the original attack was broken in an instant. This is a big psychological gap, and the whole person will become confused and unconfident.

Allen seized this opportunity, strode forward, and launched a fierce attack, leaving no chance for the enemy to breathe.

The sound of swords clashing resounded in the air, and Luther was tired of parrying, and kept retreating, and finally hit the side of the ship directly.

Allen's sword was on his head, and he had no way to retreat. Only at this time did he realize that he still had a pair of legs, and then kicked Allen's stomach with one foot, causing him to retreat because of the pain.

"Haha! How naive, Luther boy!"

Allen covered his stomach and laughed and stepped back, his steps staggered, but full of jokes.

The boy in front of him who wants to duel with him is not very experienced in fighting, and his mental state is also extremely weak.

When he was on the side of the boat, he kept his hand. To be honest, he finally hesitated and started to attack his former self.

He could have easily pierced the enemy's chest, and when Luthor's body was completely backed up, he could also slit his neck, but he didn't move, just pressed his knife on Luthor's knife, This kick is to make up for the last guilt in my heart.

The fight lasted less than ten minutes and ended with Luther's death. The machete pierced his chest. Before he died, he made at least three cuts on Aaron's body.

Aaron stood up from the ground and looked at Luther, who was restless, very calm, without the joy of victory, nor did he blame himself for killing a person.

Blood continued to leach from the cuff of the right hand holding the knife, and then dripped on the deck mixed with the blood of the enemy.

Ignoring the trembling right hand, he directly gave the order: "Throw the body into the sea, clean the deck, and prepare for sailing!"

In order to solve this battle quickly, he deliberately accelerated the progress of the duel, using the injury-for-injury style of play, and used his arm to get a fatal blow.

The sailors who supported Luther were extremely silent. They silently did what they were doing. From time to time, they looked at the group of people headed by Allen. They stood on the ship building, which was the winner's position.

Luthor's death suppressed a brief conflict that was always bloody, and a duel was the gentlest solution.

They were not far from the pier, and they hoisted a black flag while sailing to catch the wind. The skulls and crossbones outlined by the white paint on the black-ground flag were really dazzling, and seemed to indicate a road of no return.

The streets of the royal fortress were empty, and when the fortress guards were attacked, the panicked artillery even fell into the residential area and collapsed several sailors' tents.

People found a safe place to hide, and the two galloping horses were unobstructed on the road, and soon came to the luxurious mansion in Bliss.

"This is Mr. Brees' mansion, may I go?"

When no one found him, Bonnet wanted to escape, and he was seriously injured, and he would die without treatment.

"What does Brice look like?"

Gordon opened his eagle-eyed perspective, but found that there were only a few red dots here, and his instinct was wrong.

"Long brown hair, purple eyes, it should be easy to identify, Captain Gordon, you said you would give me a way out!"

Bonnet explained everything that could be explained~www.readwn.com~ stared nervously at Gordon. According to the conventional plot, the person in front of him is likely to choose to kill and silence.

"He's not here, you're fooling me!"

Gordon pulled out his machete directly and put it on Bonnett's neck.

"Stop! I can swear, this is Brees' mansion, look at those guards, I can't admit it."

"But he's not here, I want you to help me find Bliss, otherwise it's a dead end."

After seeing Gordon's killing methods, Bonnet never had the slightest idea of ​​escaping on horseback, and could only force himself to use his brains.

Where should Brees be in this chaotic time?

"The Governor's House! Brees should stay with the Governor now."

"Let's go to the Governor's Palace. If I don't find Bliss, you know the consequences."

"I promise, he will be there!"

...

Anthony took his thugs and headed towards the induction position under the leadership of Pastor Baine. The garrison of the fortress was the top priority, and only a small number of garrison troops participated in this operation.

The large area in front of them was covered in black, a mist of ashes floating in the air, filled with the smell of death.

No one knows what death smells like, but everyone can feel death when they smell the dust, which is the smell of burnt human body, or ashes.

There used to be about twenty people living here, but at this moment there is no life at all, and their end is announced in the silence of the world of black mist.

Even a tough guy like Anthony couldn't help looking left and right, unconsciously finding a way to escape for himself.

Please, that's a legendary witch, and it can't be settled by being strong and skilled in swordsmanship.