Thick black mist surrounded Botulf's body. It had no lethality, but it would cause dizziness to those who came into contact with the black mist. The Aztlan soldier who came over holding a shield inhaled the black mist, and loosened his hand holding the shield, and was immediately cut off by Botulf's neck; the Aztlan soldier who came over wielding a maquawit After inhaling the black mist, the hand holding the weapon froze, and his wrist was immediately cut off by Botulf. Although Botulf's black mist could not expand to the huge range of Sigurd, he still slowed down the Aztlan's attack by constantly dashing left and right among the crowd. In this way, while blocking the enemy, he led the pirates slowly back towards the river.
However, the attacks on the riverside areas of Be'aivi and Mohecu did not go smoothly. After noticing that there was an enemy force by the river, they did not feel that there was any danger at first. It wasn't until they saw the black smoke rising from the river that they realized that this enemy force was coming towards their warship.
Beavi's eyes turned red immediately. He waved the mace in his hand and charged at the enemies blocking him like a bison, fighting all the way to the shore. After seeing that his flagship was on fire, he grabbed the head of an Aztlan soldier with his left hand, pushed him into the fire, and shouted:
"It took me a year to build this ship! Are you just going to burn it to me?"
The Aztlan soldier struggled in the fire due to the scorching flames, but every time he ran out of the fire, he was kicked back by Bea Ivi. Not only that, he also kept grabbing the Aztlan soldiers who were approaching and throwing them into the fire one by one.
"Burn! Let you burn them! There are so many good barbecues on my boat, but you guys burn them like this! Then roast them all, and let me taste what it's like to be human!"
"Don't waste time, that guy Botulf won't be able to stop him for long."
Mohecu swung the big iron ax high, letting the electric flowers flash around the ax handle. He guided the chain of lightning into the river. Immediately, the soldiers from both sides fighting in the shallow water fell down due to convulsions all over their bodies.
"What are you doing?" Bea Ivi shouted at Mohecu, "Why did you knock down our soldiers too?"
"Just get up if you fall down. Our soldiers have been beaten much more than these Aztlans. If they can't get up, they deserve it!"
The ax in Moheku's hand continued to swing, causing the soldiers standing in the water to fall one after another. But this mutually destructive method of killing the enemy was ultimately unable to repel an enemy whose number was several times theirs. Unknowingly, Mohecu and Bea'ivi were surrounded by Aztlan soldiers by the river.
While stopping the enemy, Botulf slowly retreated to the side of Moheku and Beaiva. By this time, they had lost a third of the pirates they had brought with them. The pride towards the Aztlan people had completely disappeared. They worked hard to cheer up the spirits of the remaining pirates and relied on Botulf's black mist to reduce the losses of their soldiers.
"It seems that the waterway is impassable," Botulf said. "When I just retreated, I noticed that the troops in the southwest were relatively weak. Let's try to break out from there?"
"Who takes the lead?" Botulf asked, "My black mist can't do it."
"I still have a little bit of energy left," Bea Ivi said.
"I won't fight," Mohecu said, "Just leave it to Bea Ivi."
At the critical moment of life and death, these three arrogant pirate leaders finally reached an agreement quickly. Botulf gave a strenuous drink and spread the black mist to the maximum extent to block the sight of the Aztlan soldiers; Mohecu threw the chain of lightning to the completely opposite northwest, using the sound of explosions to mislead Aztlan. The Zitlan people, while Bea Ivi held out his round belly and led the pirates towards the southwest.
Unexpectedly, their breakthrough was extremely smooth this time. Not only were the troops weak in the southwest direction that Botulf pointed to, but even after they broke through in the southwest, there were not many reinforcements to catch up with them. Under the buffalo-like charge of Bayaiwe, they quickly broke out of the encirclement and ran towards a forest.
Bea Ivi fought continuously and was exhausted and out of breath. After running into the woods, he looked back and saw no pursuers. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Botulf discovered the enemy's weakness."
"It's just that this direction is wrong." Moheku said, "Running like this, we might hit other enemy strongholds."
"Then there is nothing to be afraid of! As long as we are not ambushed, we will still be afraid of these Aztlans!" Bea Ivi said, "When the soldiers have rested, and we encounter other strongholds, we can just go and make a profit." Return the loss!”
Only Botulf frowned.
"Why do I feel something is wrong? It's understandable that the troops are weak. Why didn't the enemy catch up? This looks more and more like the case where the Triumphant defeated Sigurd."
"Why are you talking about this again?" Bea Ivi was a little curious, "I know that the Triumphant defeated Sigurd. But what was the process?"
"Just like now, we first set up a camp as a trap, and then set fire to it from the outside when the enemy attacks..."
"This can't kill Sigurd." Mohecu said from the side, "Sigurd's black mist is much stronger than yours. No matter how many troops surround him, he can easily kill him."
"That's right. However, the Triumphant deliberately set up a weak spot, and Sigurd rushed out from that weak direction as expected, so he fell into the trap set by the Triumphant in advance..."
Before he finished speaking, the voice of Aztlan soldiers suddenly came from the front. Botulf took a deep breath:
"...just like it is now."
Xue Qipei led hundreds of leopard warriors to block the front. The gorgeous leopard skin and exquisite decoration make it clear at a glance that this is an elite force. Xue Qipei also noticed them, stretched out his hand to stop the leopard warriors behind him, and then walked to the front of the team alone.
"I didn't run in vain. I finally caught up with the final battle."
A leopard warrior handed over a kettle, and Xue Qipei drank the blood in it. After doing this, he put Maquaweit on his shoulders, glanced sharply at the faces of Bea Ivi, Mohecu and Botulf one by one, and drank:
"Which of you is Hestein?"
The three pirate lords each subconsciously took a step back. The sense of oppression emanating from Xue Qi Peipei already made them understand that what was standing in front of them was an elf-level opponent.
"There are actually such powerful magicians among the Aztlan people."
Botulf muttered, and then Mohecu and Beayivi on the same side exchanged glances. The next second, the three of them rushed towards Xue Qi Peipei.
(End of chapter)
