Pirates: The Black Earl

But now things are different.

The two black knights that left Ajin's deep impression stood at the door, the bodyguards could only squat, staring at them with no trace of emotion.

"This is Hundred Crow and the Murloc Dragon."

Wallace introduced: "After being killed by his master, he was transformed into a loyal black knight."

Then he looked regretful.

"It's a pity that my physical fitness is so poor that the master can't look good."

Can people with good physical fitness be selected?

For example, say me.

Crick's expression remained unchanged: "Stop talking nonsense!"

He took a step forward: "Earl Black, if you really intend to form an alliance, come out and see me."

"Well, where Captain Crick is, of course the alliance is sincere."

Squeak

The shadow of the famous tree, when the wooden door was pushed open, the pirates could not help but commotion, clenching their weapons.

Lowett stood behind the door in a black dress, folded his hands on the cane.

"It's windy outside, how about coming in and warming up with a glass of wine?"

"Humph! You dare not poison it!"

Crick waved his hand and motioned to the large group to wait outside the door, and walked in with Ajin and Balu himself.

A tattered tavern outside

It's also tattered inside.

Pirates don't like cleaning much, not to mention that a **** battle just happened here before.

Sitting on the sofa with the cushions dyed in weird red and brown interwoven, Crick felt that his golden armor was very different from here.

Pour a glass of wine for both parties, and Lowett is straightforward: "I have fought against flying squirrels. To be honest, I am not an opponent at all."

"I know this too."

Crick didn't drink a drink: "The main navy and the East China Sea Navy are originally two species, not to mention the flying squirrel, one of the sixteenth lieutenant generals."

"But there are limits to personal abilities"

"Puff! Ahem, nothing, you go on."

The corners of Ah Jin's mouth twitched, and he forgot to tell the captain that the other party didn't seem to hear these words.

"In naval battles, the number of people is the most important!"

Crick didn't doubt that he had him, and continued: "As long as we lead an army assault, the flying squirrels can only interfere with the local battlefield, so that we can take advantage of it."

Lowett looked up: "So I need to form an alliance with you, because the Creek Pirates will be the largest Pirates in the East China Sea in the future."

future?

A Jin feels faintly disturbed.

Sure enough, he also understood this.

"Yes!"

Crick's face was full of complacency, and he was complimented by a pirate who offered a reward of 55 million Baileys, which made him feel airy.

"But I also need to ally with you."

Fortunately, he didn't really fly to the sky and said: "The army has a morale problem. If the flying squirrel's personal strength cannot be limited, it will be enough to destroy the courage of his men to continue fighting."

If a man is a master, he cannot open a man, and a general is brave and a thousand troops make changes.

The Pirate World is a world that advocates individual courage, and it is not surprising that one person decides the battle.

"My undead are different. They are born fighters. No matter how tragic the situation is, they will not be disturbed."

Lowett took a sip of wine.

"exactly!"

Crick smiled complacently: "You and I join hands, don't talk about Smogg, and flying squirrels can't stop it."

"But there is a premise"

Suddenly, Lovett put down his wine glass and lay on the back of the sofa with his hands folded.

Crick's eyelids flicked: "What premise?"

"I can't wait that long."

Without waiting for the other person to speak, Lowett continued: "You have to digest the looted arms into troops. It takes years as a unit. Moreover, all your troops are in your hands, and the same is true for the initiative."

Crick's eyes fell cold: "So you can't talk about it?"

This is what Akin told him, and it turns out that no one is a fool.

But unexpectedly, Lowett shook his head: "No, the union is bound to be won. Apart from you, I can't find a sufficient number of corpses to form a troop."

Sure enough!

He must rely on us!

Crick smiled slightly, but in the next second, Akin shot abruptly, and the iron ball hit Lowett heavily.

Whoops!

The black sand flew and sputtered, looking at the "shield" that extended from Lowett's left arm like a mushroom, A Jin's eyes sank and roared.

"Captain, run!"

what's the situation?

Crick looked blank, suddenly keenly felt the sense of crisis, and squatted down.

Bang!