Black sail

Chapter 495CXXIX. Heroic Debut

Ride your horse and rush straight into the danger.

The foreboding of instant death caused adrenaline to surge, and all the blood rushed to the brain.

This was certainly not Micah's first battle, but the boarding battles and gang fights in Tian Guo Port in the past were just some low-level underworld tactics.

Now we have to go up, because the enemy outnumbers us and they are the elite of Mullon’s regular army.

Found someone coming.

The sergeant on duty who was searching for the enemy blew a sharp portable whistle to give a warning, and those who were resting or sleeping immediately woke up, tensed their bodies, and entered combat status.

Suezana, kneeling outside the giant rock cave, has completely accepted her fate. It can be said that this is the best arrangement. Killing her will make Uporio lose his appeal and end the war.

Mulon could no longer afford to lose, but Ubolio, who had a personal grudge against Alan, took his blind fanatics to die in the meat grinder.

Two people stood guard beside Suizana. The knives forged with traditional Muron techniques had intricate black patterns, similar to Damascus knives, but taller and slimmer, and extremely sharp. They flashed a deadly cold light in the shimmering sunlight obscured by the wind-blown yellow sand.

The others also prepared to fight back. When the figure in the wind and sand became completely clear, they were sure that there was only one enemy.

This is totally seeking death!

The elite captain who led the group of ten had brown pupils as sharp as an eagle's and a cold light as lightning. He shook the blade with his wrist, getting familiar with the weight of it in his body, and moved with the sound of the blade buzzing.

As a captain of a thousand men, how could a pirate doctor be his match?
There is an essential difference between war horses and baggage horses. Facing the murderous intent ahead, the baggage horse that Micah was riding suddenly stopped and almost threw Micah off the horse.

"It's so reckless."

As soon as the centurion finished speaking, the sword light arrived.

Micah pulled away and dodged, landing steadily on the gravel.

The cold light flashed and red splashed everywhere. The big crack on the packhorse's back spurted out red blood. The blood temperature was far higher than that of humans, and it felt like fire when it splashed on Maika's face.

It also completely ignited Micah's animal nature.

Li Site and the others are heading to Drifting City, that’s great.

A knife that could tear through the wind and split the shadow came flying at him. Micah stepped back and dodged, only cutting off some of his hair. Then he turned his sword and stabbed with his backhand. His attacks were extremely messy and there was no plan, but they all hit the vital points.

The centurion blocked the attack again and again, and the clanging of swords was incessant. But after a few moves, Maika's palm was cracked and numb, and blood was oozing out. The blood was still wet on the ground.

It was too easy for the centurion. Isn’t this the doctor from Black Sail? He is a qualified pirate warrior, but that’s all.

Ok?
The centurion's knife stabbed Micah's left shoulder. He was just wondering why a tricky sword came at him, in exchange for injury. His left forearm felt as if it was bitten by ants and it was cold. The ulnar artery was punctured and bleeding, and he suddenly lost his strength.

Before one move is complete, another one comes.

The centurion no longer underestimated the enemy. He spun around and retreated eight feet. The difference in strength and skill was too great. He pouncing on his prey like a beast, crouching on the ground and twisting his waist. The long sword in his hand cut through the wind and sand, creating a brilliant silver arc. He moved left and right, the blade spinning, and swept towards him wildly.

Micah was full of flaws, and the elegant silver sword was too delicate to be effective in life or death. He wanted to block it, but he didn't know which direction to block it.

Suezana closed her eyes and dared not look. The person who came forward turned out to be a pirate doctor who was seeking death because of a few jokes.

And at this time.

The man with the missing hand knew that if he didn't take action, the doctor would surely die.

A fist-sized stone fell from a wind-eroded rock with incredible precision, faster than a musket bullet.

The centurion paused and dodged to the side, avoiding the attack.

The stone hit the Gobi Desert with a loud thud and created a dent as big as a head.

"Who?"

The centurion looked around at the wind-eroded rocks and found that there was indeed more than one enemy.

The rest of the elite troops also formed a battle line, fearing a surprise attack from those in the dark.

Magnus was wearing a ronin's cloak. Unlike the others, he didn't need to hide from anything. He traveled during the day and rested at night. The pure black horse under him was called Zhaoyue, which was the top hunting horse in the royal hunting ground of Gureg. Its breath spewed out white frost, and it chased sand like the wind and melted ice on the river. It could go anywhere and was not afraid of the sun in the Gobi Desert.

His whole life was for that one blow, the one that took Zote's life.

He also took the fastest route through the Boneyard to Black Rock City, where he ran into this group of people. He also stayed in the Coral Hospital for a few days.

I roughly understood what was going on. Magnus jumped down from the wind-eroded rock more than 20 meters high. The mechanical arm grabbed the rock wall, cut out grooves, and landed steadily on the ground.

The wound on Micah's shoulder was still bleeding and his lips were pale. He didn't understand what was going on, but at least he had saved his life for the time being.

"The princess should stay in the rear area. Where are you going to transport her?"

Magnus was not concerned with Muron politics.

About thirty years ago, Zote had many experts under his command, and he was so powerful that no one in the world could defeat him.

Zote's special pursuit team has given up the action, and the last news he was told was that Zote had been recruited by the Eternal Sect and Mullon had been dispatched.

Logically speaking, this matter should have been announced to the people of Alan, but the royal court did not do so. Politics is not a game of public opinion. There are not many people in the world who have actually seen Zoth and are still alive. Those were people from thirty or forty years ago. Even if it is true, it can only be false due to the pressure from the Holy See.

We can't let Zote gain power again. The most terrifying thing about that man is not his knife, but his power.

It is necessary to take care of this matter. Besides, Magnus does not hate people who die alone, and he is the same now.

"Since you've seen it, there's no need to keep you alive. Let's go together."

The captain could see that the man was not a good person and was not someone who could be easily dealt with.

Eight men besieged Magnus.

But Magnus did not even draw his knife.

He ran into the battle circle with one hand, and the oncoming sword arc slashed down like a torrential rain.

Magnus's mechanical right arm swung suddenly, catching the knife head-on, creating a violent waterfall of sparks. He twisted his wrist and split the blade in two. He then grabbed the broken iron and threw it, breaking off the fingers of a man holding the knife. The fingers broke off one after another, and the knife fell with them.

However, the other side had more people and more power, and had surrounded Magnus.

The man who lost his fingers used his left hand to pick up the knife on the ground, but Magnus kicked the knife handle with a scorpion's tail. The force was so great that the buzzing sound was like a tiger's roar. It pierced the thigh of the man who was hit first, and the blade went completely in. The knife handle hit his leg so hard that his center of gravity was unstable and he staggered to the ground.

The siege continued to close in, and the tightening of the encirclement would soon make it impossible for him to move freely, and he would become a fish on the chopping board.

He grabbed the throat of the man whose knife had been broken with his left hand and threw him out to temporarily block the attack.

Magnus seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He pulled out a cold knife, but when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the blade. He turned around and kicked the man hard in the head, sending him flying several meters away.

In a blink of an eye, half of the people were injured and fell to the ground.

The centurion's right shoulder moved slightly, but even so, he was only disabled. The mechanical arm was not very flexible, and it targeted the weak point and slashed it with a sudden blow, killing the right side of the chest and abdomen.

Micah thought it was not good, and he carried with him a life-saving poison made from the glands of the electric snake, ready to launch a sneak attack, but he was afraid of hurting the hero by mistake.

But Magnus didn't need that at all. He took a quick step and drew his sword with his left hand. The ordinary standard military sword shone like a mirror under the scorching sun. He moved swiftly, dancing with the strong wind, running and shuttling like lightning on the ground. Countless cold lights flashed, like the wings of a silver starling sweeping across a storm.

There is nothing in the world that a knife can't solve. The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

The wind and sand retreated, and there was no dust a hundred feet away.

Between the lightning and the fire.

All the resistance soldiers, including the centurion, fell down in unison, and their blades broke into dozens of pieces.

But they were not dead yet, they were just bleeding from a dozen or twenty shallow knife wounds, and their whole bodies were weak for a short period of time.

Magnus did not kill anyone, and no one died. The worst-case scenario was that one guy had four fingers broken.

Magnus, who survived, knew the importance of life.

Life conveys a certain truth, and if you don't understand it, you cannot survive.

"Are you OK?"

Magnus asked Micah with concern.

Micah: “…”

Why the fuck? It's the end of the 27th century, and there's still this kind of fucking heroic appearance. You make me look like a piece of crap.

(End of this chapter)