Chapter 7 Pirates
Klose was a warrior who had experienced many battles and had been on the verge of life and death many times. He had never underestimated any opponent. But he never thought that he would be defeated so easily by a Barkley man, and on his most proud two-handed sword.
Using the hilt of a sword to attack an opponent is not an uncommon move, but the difficult part is to use it so casually and naturally, as if the sword has become one with the opponent.
But that was clearly just a low-quality sword that the opponent picked up at random?
It was obvious that this mainlander was a true sword master, and his understanding of strength, skill, distance, and position were far superior to his own.
As a great swordsman, he knew that after he was knocked back by the hilt of the sword, his opponent had plenty of time to rush up and chop him down with the sword.
But the opponent just stood there waiting, waiting for himself to rest for a while before continuing the fight.
The other party's confidence in victory is also greater than mine.
Klose had only seen people with such sword skills and confidence in victory in the Mettenheim Death Squad - they were all great swordsmen of advanced age, veterans who had spent most of their lives immersed in swordplay.
But the young man in front of him looked to be no more than twenty years old. Even if he had been practicing sword since his mother's womb, he should not have such skills.
Besides, a mainlander with such sword skills should have been famous long ago...
Klose lowered his head and looked at the bulging muscles on his arms, then looked at Le Ang, who was nearly half his size.
What determines victory or defeat is not necessarily technology, but also strength.
As for strength...Klose felt that the two men's body shapes had fully demonstrated the difference.
Although it would be dishonorable to challenge again under such circumstances, Klose decided to try again anyway for the freedom of his people.
He raised his sword and lowered his head, saluted again to express his apology, then swung the sword in his hand like a windmill.
This was a self-sacrificing fighting method in which the man moved with the sword. For a moment, the sword shadows were heavy and the wind was loud. Klose swung the giant sword with powerful strength, creating an effect that was invincible.
If he were on a battlefield, he could probably use his sword to chop off everything in front of him - people, horses or anything else.
But this fierce sword light soon disappeared with a loud "bang".
Klose looked blankly at his empty hand with a cracked knuckle, and stared in disbelief at Le Ang who was still holding the sword in both hands in front of him.
Li Ang simply turned around and slashed sideways, knocking the sword in his hand aside.
It looked like a triumph of sheer power.
The other Mettenheim people who were watching were also in disbelief. No one had expected that this young man could suppress Klose in a head-to-head confrontation.
How could such a terrifying power be hidden under that 'thin' body?
This unscientific!
"Iron God is above!"
Klose fell to his knees with a thud.
He knew that the young man in front of him was not stronger than him, at most they were equal.
However, this sword that slashed out diagonally along with his sword's momentum, this sword technique of using the force and grasping the timing was unprecedented in his life. The opponent's clever use of power even exceeded those great swordsmen he had seen.
All the people of Mettenheim also knelt on one knee and began to chant their unique gods.
Then, Klose picked up the giant sword that had obviously bent into an arc, held it above his head with both hands, and handed it to Leon.
"We swear allegiance to you, the God of Steel. Wherever your sword points, that is our battlefield, Lord Leon."
Leon took the sword, and left the arena with a dozen big men who were as big as meat mountains, leading the golden-maned horse.
Behind him were the fat boss Andrew and several servants looking at him with complicated gazes.
It's quite complicated - because Leon took away those big swords... Although they were just a few crudely made iron swords, the dozens of kilograms of iron alone were worth dozens of dinars!
But Andrew obviously had no intention of asking for it back. He knew that Leon was extremely poor now and there was a high chance that he would not be able to get it back.
Besides, those people from Mettenheim were not very friendly to him...
Moreover, the appearance of a dozen shirtless strong men following behind Li Ang - it felt weird no matter how you looked at it, as if they were summoned by a noble lady to deliver "goods"...
Well, some kind of indescribable business common among nobles...
Li Ang naturally felt that this scene was somewhat strange, but he no longer had time to consider so many image issues. He had to leave here immediately.
Of course he was going to take these big swords away . After all, these shirtless men had no equipment at all - this was only on the warm west coast. If they were in the north, they would probably be frozen to death.
So you have to seize any opportunity to get some "trophies", after all, these muscular men can't protect themselves if they don't have weapons.
He brought these people here for his own safety.
In Pendor, one-on-one combat is not valued except in the dueling arena... No matter how skilled he is, he cannot withstand a group fight. The Red Brotherhood, the bandits, and the pagans everywhere will not fight him in a one-on-one duel.
Moreover, he had to go to Sarleon City to register as a pioneer lord to ensure that he would not be killed in the street by some nobles.
But territory development is not a simple entertainment activity, it requires a lot of costs - such as equipment, food, and house construction.
This requires a huge amount of dinars.
But Li Ang's pockets are cleaner than his face now.
He didn't dare to stay in the Fog City for too long. If he stayed any longer, who knows what kind of "accident" might happen.
Li Ang led this group of new recruits and quickly left the Mist City and headed east. He was quite worried along the way - he had to make money! Without money, he couldn't move forward, and he didn't even have the money to go to Sarleon City.
But the whole way was wilderness, and I didn’t even see a village…
There are only desolate hills and forests.
Just as he was thinking whether these hunks would eat Alice when they were hungry, Klose suddenly seemed to see something and whispered, "Someone... those people!"
Before Leon could react, a group of Mettenheim people became nervous as if facing a great enemy and even began to look for cover.
"what happened?"
Li Ang was a little confused.
"It seems to be that group of pirates..." Klose explained the situation in a low voice.
Wulong City is a natural harbor, and there are many places along the coast outside the city where ships can dock.
In fact, the entire Fierdsvain Union—now a kingdom, except for some local nobles on the west coast, the other upper-class people were originally pirates, slave traders and smugglers from Vanskerry. But now they have all been cleansed, and the former warlords, underworld bosses and illegal merchants have now become lords.
So it's normal to see pirates near the west coast.
But the problem was that they had already walked east for more than ten kilometers, and Klose saw the group of pirates in the valley - this place was twenty kilometers away from the sea, and there were no towns or villages around!
That's a bit abnormal.
Why would pirates gather in this godforsaken place?
A month ago, this group of pirates robbed Klose's employer in the nearby waters, and the employer abandoned them and ran away. Klose and his crew, who were unwilling to surrender, had their ship smashed by the pirates, fell into the sea and became unconscious, and were then sold to the nearby Mist City.
As we all know, if a pirate makes a deal but his victim escapes, he will generally stay out of the spotlight.
But the place to hide is definitely in the city or town. After all, only where there are more people can one hide.
Unless, this place is a secret base of pirates?
The surrounding Mettenheim warriors gnashed their teeth and confirmed with each other that these were the pirates who had made them prisoners of war and slaves.
Because one of the pirates was carrying their proud weapon - the Mettenheim two-handed sword.
But Li Ang suddenly became excited...
On the sea, the Vanskerry pirates are indeed rarely rivaled.
But now we are on land!
Still mountains!
The group of tough guys around him came from Mettenheim, a place entirely covered with mountains!
hey-hey……
"Guys, do you want to get your equipment back?"
