Chapter 337

"Pirates? How could they be pirates?"

The stewards were more and more surprised. They knew that there had been no trace of pirates on the west coast of the royal territory for a long time. Where did today's pirates come from?

The fire in the distance was getting brighter and brighter, as if the intruders were deliberately setting fires without encountering any effective resistance.

"Sir, should we reinforce the troops stationed at the port?"

In the midst of the panic, Mark, the captain of the city guard, was relatively calm.

Dylan replied: "Reinforcements? Uh... yes, reinforcements..." But he immediately changed his mind: "No, you and your people can't leave. Our mission is to guard the warehouse area."

He made up his mind and ordered: "Quick, strengthen the defense here, don't let the pirates rush here."

"Yes! Sir." Mark could only follow suit. He saw the Viscount's body trembling slightly.

Although he sounded determined and calm, Dylan was actually panicking in his heart. He had never encountered such a situation before.

Under the command of Captain Mark, the city guards organized the workers, blocked the street entrances, and built barricades in preparation for possible attacks. Of course, everyone prayed that the pirates would grab a handful and leave, and not run this way.

However, the goddess of luck did not favor them. The fire gradually spread towards them, and the noise in the air became increasingly clear. The shouts of killing and the screams of civilians were mixed together, impacting the psychological defenses of the people behind the barricades one after another.

Many people were at a loss, and there were obvious signs of panic among the laborers. Even the soldiers stationed here were frightened. Most of them had never experienced a life-or-death battle.

Another scout who was sent out to inquire for information came back in a panic. His chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily and reported to Dylan, Mark and others: "It's not good... it's not good, the navy over there at the port... …The Navy is on its last legs.”

Everyone felt chilled, because Westport is a port city, and the navy stationed here also functions as a city guard. The soldiers in the warehouse area were transferred from the navy. The demise of the navy means that the city has no defensive force, and the several outposts scattered in other parts of the city cannot play a big role at all.

Dylan was scared and angry. Even if the top management was paralyzed, the officers and soldiers at the bottom were too useless. They were defeated at this moment. Was it because they were used to living a comfortable life?

As the top person in charge here, it's time for me to show some courage. He took a deep breath and shouted to the people who were waiting: "People of the Kingdom! It's time to show our loyalty to His Majesty the King! We must hold on to this place, even if it is a piece of rubble, we cannot let the pirates take it away! "

He paused and said to himself, Damn pirates, if you want to rob, go rob somewhere else, don't run here.

Then he continued to shout: "People of the Kingdom..."

Bang bang bang! There was a burst of applause from nowhere, and then a slightly joking voice sounded: "What an inspiring speech, what a loyal minister of the kingdom!"

"Who? Stand up for me?" Dylan was very angry and looked around to find the source of the sound.

"There! On the roof!"

A steward next to him pointed upward and reminded the viscount.

Dylan quickly looked up and saw a man standing on the roof of the building in front of him. He was of medium height and dressed in black. His hair was blowing gently in the night wind. This appearance plus a figure hanging in the night sky behind him. The bright moon is very much like the mysterious knight described in some novels who comes and goes without a trace.

"You! Who are you?"

Captain Mark quickly moved in front of Dylan, made a gesture to protect him, quickly pulled out his sword, pointed at the opponent and asked loudly. Well, his reaction was very appropriate.

"Me?" The man in black answered calmly with a smile on his face: "I am the pirate the Viscount calls me."

"pirate?"

Everyone's faces turned pale, not so much because they were afraid of the other party's identity, but rather because they were surprised by the other party's boldness, leaving their accomplices behind and heading here alone.

"Damn it! You are asking for your own death!" Captain Mark was furious, and the guy on the roof was too arrogant.

He grabbed the bow and arrow from a subordinate next to him, opened the bow and shot at the madman.

"Die! You idiot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, something happened that shocked everyone below. Everyone saw that the arrow hit the body of the man in black very accurately, but it passed through as if it hit the air and hit the body. On the tiles behind the opponent.

"Ouch! It seems that this Lord Knight's accuracy is not very good. He still needs more practice, hahahaha!"

The mysterious man in black spoke sarcastically.

"You! It's just a cover-up!"

Captain Mark was extremely angry and loudly ordered his subordinates: "You guys, climb up and capture this madman!"

Several people scrambled to find the ladder. The others stared at the people on the roof with ashen expressions. Some of them were rubbing their eyes, as if they couldn't believe the scene just now. Captain Mark's arrow clearly hit the opponent's body. It didn't look like he was covered by armor or something. The armor blocked it, but it passed through so naturally and without any hindrance, while the other party's body was completely fine. How could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world?

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

witchcraft! magic!

These words suddenly popped into everyone's head.

Thinking of the mysterious assassination of the navy's top brass two days ago, yes, the pirates must have colluded with the wizards to paralyze the navy's command system first, and then took advantage of the chaos to land and invade.

And the man standing on the roof - is a wizard!

Nathan stood on the roof, smiling at the panicked people below.

"Everyone!" he said, "Before your ladders are moved, how about we negotiate?"

"Negotiate?" Dylan was very surprised.

Nathan continued: "It seems that there are a lot of good things hidden in your warehouse! How about this, you hand over everything in the warehouse to us - and the weapons you have on hand, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat. We will let you leave safely."

He clapped his hands, as if applauding his own idea, "Everyone is happy, what do you think?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Dylan was angry. The important materials shipped to the front line were robbed by pirates who came out of nowhere. He would definitely not have a good time when he returned to the capital.

"This is the property of the Kingdom of Aldo, don't even think about touching it!"

"Oh?" Nathan narrowed his eyes, and although he still maintained the smile on his face, it was covered with a layer of gloom, "Then it's not our fault..."

As soon as he finished speaking, dense footsteps sounded, and a large number of people suddenly emerged at the entrance of the street.