Chapter 334：

"Pirates? How could they be pirates?"

The affairs officers were more and more surprised. You must know that there have been no pirates on the west coast of the territory directly administered by the royal family for a long time. Where did the pirates come from today?

The flames in the distance were getting brighter and brighter, as if the intruders were setting the fire on purpose, and met no effective resistance.

"My lord, do we want to reinforce the troops stationed at the port?"

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

Dylan replied, "Reinforcement? Uh...yes, going to reinforce..." But he quickly changed his words: "No, you and your people can't go. Our mission is to guard the warehouse area."

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

"Yes! Your Excellency." Mark could only copy, he saw the Viscount Rao's body trembling slightly.

Although his mouth was resolute and calm, Dylan was actually panicking in his heart. He had never encountered such a situation.

Under the command of Captain Mark, the city guards organized the laborers, blocked the entrance to the street, and built barricades to prepare for possible shocks. Of course, everyone prayed that the pirates would grab it and leave instead of running this way.

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

Many people were at a loss, there were obvious signs of panic among the laborers, and fear was felt even among the soldiers stationed here, most of whom had never experienced a life-and-death battle.

Another scout sent out to inquire about the news came back in a panic. His chest heaved violently and he was gasping for breath and reported to Dylan and the horse coughers: "Not good... not good, the navy at the port... the navy It's gone."

Everyone felt cold, because Westport was a port city, and the navy stationed here also served as the city guard, and the soldiers in the warehouse area were dispatched from the navy. The death of the navy means that the city has little defense left, and the few outposts scattered around the rest of the city are of no use at all.

Dylan was frightened and angry. Even if the high-level officials were already paralyzed, the officers and soldiers at the bottom were too good-for-nothing. They were defeated in such a short time. Was it because they were used to living a comfortable life?

As the highest person in charge here, it's time to show a wave of courage. He took a deep breath and shouted to the people who were waiting in line: "People of the Kingdom! It's time to show our loyalty to His Majesty the King! We must hold on to this place, not even a piece of rubble can be snatched away by pirates! "

He paused, and thought to himself, **** pirates, if you want to rob, go to other places, don't run here.

Then continued to shout: "Subjects of the kingdom..."

Clap clap! A burst of applause came 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 annoyed, looking around for the source of the voice.

"There! On the roof!"

An officer beside him pointed upwards, reminding Lord Viscount.

Dylan looked up quickly, and saw a person standing on the roof of the building in front of him. He was of medium build, dressed in black, and his hair fluttered gently under the night wind. The round moon is very much like the mysterious knight described in some novels who come and go without a trace.

"You! Who are you?"

Captain Mark quickly moved in front of Dylan, made a gesture of protecting him, pulled out his sword, pointed at him and questioned him loudly. Well, his reaction is also very appropriate.

"Me?" The man in black replied unhurriedly with a smile on his face, "I am the pirate that the Viscount said."

"pirate?"

Everyone's faces turned pale. Rather than being afraid of the other party's identity, it was better to be surprised at the other party's boldness, leaving behind their accomplices and rushing here alone.

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

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

"Die! Idiot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, something happened that shocked everyone below. Everyone saw that the arrow hit the black-clothed man's body very accurately, but it passed through as if it had hit the air, and hit the On the tile behind the opponent.

"Oh! It seems that this knight's head is not very good. You need to practice more, hahahaha!"

The mysterious man in black spoke sarcastically.

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

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

Several people hurried to find the ladder. Others stared at the man on the roof with ashen faces, and 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, and it didn't look like they were covered by armor. The armor blocked it, but passed through it so naturally and without hindrance, and the other party's body was fine, how could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world.

witchcraft! magic!

These words popped up in everyone's head.

Reminiscent of the mysterious assassination case against the upper echelon of the navy two years ago, yes, the pirates must have colluded with the wizard to paralyze the navy's command system first, and then take advantage of the chaos to land and invade.

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

Nathan stood on the roof and looked at the panicked people below with a smile.

"Everyone!" he said, "How about we come to negotiate before your ladder is moved?"

"Negotiation?" Dylan was curious.

Nathan continued: "You seem to have a lot of good things hidden in your warehouse! Why don't you give us all the things in the warehouse—and the weapons you have on hand. Mosquitoes are no longer meat. We, just Let you leave safely."

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

"Don't think about it!"

Dylan was furious. The important materials transported to the front line were snatched by pirates who came out of nowhere. He must have nothing good to eat when he returns to the capital.

"This is the property of Aldo Kingdom, don't even try to touch it!"

"Oh?" Nathan narrowed his eyes. Although he still maintained the smile on his face, it was covered with a gloomy look. "Then we can't blame us..."

As soon as he finished speaking, dense footsteps sounded, and suddenly many figures appeared at the entrance of the street.

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