my virtual kingdom

Chapter 23 Rolling
"Captain Chris, I didn't expect that we arrived a lot earlier than you said."

Fren held a straight binoculars and joked while looking at the island in the distance.

Chris was in a good mood, and nodded with a smile: "This time the wind direction is very suitable for sailing, and we are almost at Crescent Island."

On the beach of Crescent Island, the aborigines found the sailboat heading towards the island, panicked like ants on a hot pot, and fled in panic.

"Look, the savages on the island are welcoming us." Fren put down the binoculars. "But I don't like it. I'll stay on the boat tonight. I don't want to live with a bunch of stinky savages."

"As you wish, Mr. Fren."

In the future, Chris will rely on Fren to make potions. Although he is very shameless in his heart, thinking that he is just a lost dog, he respects him very much on the surface.

Not long after, the sailboat slowly docked at the deep-water port of Crescent Island. After lowering the anchor, everyone jumped off the sailboat one after another.

The natives by the sea were even more panicked when they saw this group of armored knights jumping off the sailboat several feet high.

"It's them! It's the devils!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone, I have already sent someone to notify the God Envoy." A leading native tried to appease everyone, but the effect was not good.

Just when everyone was in a panic, a loud voice sounded next to everyone's ears: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I will protect everyone."

All the aborigines turned their heads one after another, and Allen strode over, wearing a rose-patterned armor and holding a sharp sword.

Hearing this voice, some people calmed down, but more people were still afraid. After all, Viscount Winter left too much psychological shadow on the New Moon Island natives.

Allen knew that appeasement alone could not eliminate the fear of the natives, and only those who defeated Viscount Winter in front of them could revive everyone's confidence.

This battle is not only the first battle of his revenge, but also the first battle of clearing obstacles for the gods. He can only win but not lose.

As soon as Chris led the knights of the personal guard off the boat, he found Alan, who stood out from the crowd among the natives. He was too conspicuous in his knight armor.

"Are you Alan from Blue Harbor Territory?"

After some identification, he was sure that the knight in front of him was the one who escaped from Viscount Winter.

Recognizing Alan's identity, Chris couldn't help being ecstatic.

Alan's whereabouts are unknown, which has always been Viscount Winter's heart disease. According to the laws of the kingdom, the territory is the private property of the nobles and is sacred and inviolable.

Without confirming the news of Alan's death, it would be very difficult for Viscount Winter to take action against Blue Harbor Leader. If he dared to do that, he would be openly opposing the kingdom's laws and the Baiyin family. Viscount Winter is not yet so courageous.

But if Allen dies, Blueport will become a piece of unclaimed land, which will be taken back by the Marquis. At that time, Winter will only need to pay a certain price to get this 'barren' land.

"It seems that today is my lucky day for Chris," Chris slowly pulled out the steel long sword at his waist, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect you to come here, dear Baron Allen."

The knights of the personal guard followed behind Chris, quickly approaching Allen, and surrounded him.

Chris was a little surprised to see that Alan didn't run away, but he was relieved immediately. This is Crescent Island, which is lonely overseas. Where can Alan run?
The only sailboat is still in the hands of his own people.

"Baron Allen, you are a royal noble after all, I will give you a decent way to die, you can kill yourself." Chris has the chance to win.

"Chris, do you know what crime it is to kill a nobleman?" Allen looked up at Chris and said slowly.

"No, no, no," Chris kept shaking his head, "It was the Red Skull pirate who killed you, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Hahaha"

After hearing this, everyone laughed, the heir to the baron was really naive.

"Is this... windy?"

Just laughing, a knight found that the air flow accelerated, and everyone's laughter gradually stopped.

An inexplicable breath condensed on Allen's body, the breath ranging from slow to sick, Allen drew out his long sword, and the milky white grudge continued to gather on the sword.

"Douqi?!"

When Chris saw this scene, his eyes almost exploded. Allen broke through the extraordinary knight!how can that be?Where did he get the spiritual enlightenment potion from?
"Escape!!!" Chris yelled up to the sky, "Separate"

Before he finished speaking, a figure galloped past him, and saw that Chris's body was torn apart by a huge force, the lower body remained in place, and the upper body was directly blown into pieces of bloody pieces.

"Run? Can you run away?" Allen subconsciously swung the long sword in his hand, but the blade was wrapped in grudge, so it didn't stain blood.

"Run away!"

"He has become an extraordinary knight!"

"Flee separately!"

Everyone reacted, dozens of knights did not dare to stay, and all scattered and ran for their lives, without any thought of desperately fighting Allen.

Extraordinary knights and ordinary knights are completely two levels of life. No matter how desperate they are, it has no meaning other than giving away their heads.

Seeing everyone fleeing in all directions, Alan frowned. He swung his sword, and a knight who escaped the fastest was cut in two by the grudge Alan released from the air.

As the killing continued, more and more knights died, but many knights scattered and fled for their lives, some got into the dense forest, and some fled to the tribe.

No matter how strong Allen was, there was only one person after all. Although he kept beheading, two or three knights got into the dense forest and disappeared.

sailing boat.

The binoculars in Fren's hand fell to the deck in fright. He immediately squatted down, curled up on the deck and shivered.

Fren kept praying in his heart: "He didn't find me, he didn't find me, he"

But the cold touch on his neck interrupted his prayer, and a sharp sword lay across Fren's neck.

"My lord! Forgive me!"

Fren knelt on the ground shamelessly, begging for mercy, "Chris and I are not in the same group, I am just a potion pharmacist, my lord, spare me!"

Allen frowned when he saw the kowtow-like man in front of him claiming to be a pharmacist.

A pharmacist who is so afraid of death?

Seeing that Allen retracted his long sword, Fren breathed a sigh of relief. The killing god finally stopped.

"Hey, my lord," Fren tidied up his words and said cautiously, "Actually, I was forced to come here by Viscount Winter."

Allen sneered: "Take off your hat, what are you doing hiding your head and showing your tail?"

Fren was trembling all over, and under the pressure of death, he finally took off his hood slowly.

When Allen saw Fren's face, his indifferent expression changed suddenly.

(End of this chapter)