Prosperity in Pirates

When the bandit leader and his three remaining brothers ran to the mouth of the valley, they saw that the place was piled with stones. Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, the bandit leader became furious.

"Who is it, who is it, ah..."

Several shadows appeared on the pile of stones, the dark clouds in the sky slowly slid over, and the moonlight revealed them clearly.

"Who are you?" The bandit leader looked at them in shock and anger.

"Haha, you don't know it when you are about to die. I am the new king of the Kingdom of Troy, Louis Phil. I am the one who will take your life today. Remember it clearly." Phil shouted loudly.

"Hahaha, I wonder who it is. It turns out to be that Trojan who even a hundred people dare not claim to be a kingdom. Now that a little kid is asked to be the new king, you might as well let me do it. You don't know , your former king looked pitiful in front of me, haha." The bandit leader laughed loudly.

Phil looked at the bandit leader indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"kill."

As Phil shouted, three of his soldiers rushed down to the stone block to fight with the bandits. The steward rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up to confront the bandit leader, but Phil raised his hand to stop the steward.

"Grandpa Butler, I have been studying every day for the past eight years, and I have also made progress in swordsmanship. For the sake of my father and the dead soldiers, please leave this person to me." Phil said quietly.

The housekeeper opened his mouth, but still no words came out, so he stepped back and handed the bandit leader to Phil to deal with. He was ready to keep a close eye on him and take action at any time.

Phil took out the sword from his waist and slowly walked down the stone. With every step he took, his momentum increased by one point. When he reached the ground, his momentum had reached its peak, and the two faced off in the open space.

A gust of wind blew and picked up the leaves. When the leaves fell to the ground, the two of them ran towards each other in unison.

"You little brat, just die."

The bandit leader suddenly raised the machete in his hand and struck it down hard.

Phil quickly dodged and avoided the knife. The machete in the hand of the bandit leader struck the ground, stirring up a large piece of soil.

Relying on the method of exerting force in this memory, he suddenly stepped on the ground with his feet, quickly moved to the side of the bandit leader, and slashed with his sword.

The bandit leader put away his sword and came back to block the sword in Phil's hand.

"Hahaha, you little brat has a lot of trouble."

The two secretly competed for strength. After a while, Phil felt the pressure increase greatly. Without thinking, he stopped his strength and rolled sideways with the strength of the bandit leader.

'call…'

Phil stood up and exhaled the turbid air in his body, took another deep breath and continued to move forward quickly.

'Dang, Dang...'

The two kept fighting. Gradually, after all, Phil was still young and his physical strength was about to bottom out. However, the bandit leader seemed to be able to continue to hold on. Phil secretly thought that something was not right in his heart, so he finally blocked it, and Phil took advantage of the situation again. Pulled away.

"Huh... you really exceeded my expectations, huh..." Phil gasped, looking at the gash on his right shoulder, and said heavily.

"Haha. A brat is a brat. If he can't hold on any longer, why don't he go back and be a bitch? Haha..." the bandit leader said loudly.

Phil knew he couldn't continue and had to use that move to memorize it. He didn't know if he could use it at the critical moment.

He regained the last strength of his body and rushed towards the bandit leader quickly.

"Haha, this useless method is useless no matter how many times I try it. After I kill you, I will go to Troy and plunder you." The bandit leader looked at Phil and used his sword.

Listening to the words of the bandit leader, Phil was furious at this moment. The blood in his body flowed rapidly. He only felt a 'boom', as if a shackles were broken in his body.

At this moment, he could feel that the knife in his hand seemed to be jumping for joy, and everything around him seemed to slow down.

"go to hell."

Phil swung the sword in his hand vigorously, and the bandit leader raised his sword to block it, but there was still a sword energy invisible to the naked eye, which slowly passed through the bandit leader's sword and lightly swept it. Killed the bandit leader.

"Haha, it's still such a useless move, haha... Uh, why... why does it feel like my body was hit." The bandit leader laughed loudly at first, and then looked at Phil unconfidently. The bandit leader's throat was A thin scar gradually appeared, and the bandit leader tried to cover it with his hand, but the blood spurted out as if it was free of charge.

"You...what the hell is going on..."

The bandit leader covered his neck tightly with both hands and fell to the ground twitching.

"Ha. This is the result of eight years of hard training in my swordsmanship, so please die with doubts. Phew..." Phil leaned on the ground with his hands on the sword and spoke slowly, without looking back. left.

The bandit leader fell to the ground and twitched. Looking at Phil's thin back, regret slipped through his heart, but time would not come back again, and his clenched hands gradually loosened.

As Phil's battle with the bandit leader ended, the soldiers also ended the lives of the bandits, and then began to clean the battlefield regardless of their physical injuries.

"Master Phil, luckily you're fine, otherwise how would I go down there to meet the old master, wuwuwu..." the housekeeper said with tears streaming down his face while helping Phil bandage.

Phil was speechless. How much did he dislike me? Didn't he see the bandit leader lying on the ground? He really didn't have any eyesight. At this time, Phil was unable to refute, so he simply asked the housekeeper to speak aside.

"Report, after cleaning, Bailey 30W was found in the bandits' wooden house, dozens of usable weapons, two firearms, and three children in a basement. Please give instructions." A soldier ran over and said.

"Why are there still children? What's going on?" Phil asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps the bandits came here to loot it and prepare to sell it," the soldier replied uncertainly.

"Bring everyone here and let me take a look." Phil said.

Not long after, the soldiers came to Phil with supplies and children.

Phil, who was sitting on the stone pier, quietly looked at the three children, including two boys and a girl. They were all dressed in tatters, with thin bodies and a look of fear on their faces.

"Okay, don't be afraid. I am Louis Phil, the king of the Kingdom of Troy. Those bandits have been eliminated by me. You are all free from now on. You can go wherever you want." Phil was weak. He said, although his voice was not loud, it seemed calm and powerful at this time.

"Really? Those bandits have been wiped out, wuwu...Dad, did you hear that, the bad guys are dead..."

"Ugh, my home is gone, so where else can I go?"

"Woooo..."

Phil couldn't help but feel dizzy. I'm just a child myself. Well, I cried like a hammer, hiss, the wound opened again, it really hurts.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the children no longer cried, Phil continued: "If you have no place to go, you can follow me back to the Kingdom of Troy, which will be your home in the future."

The eyes of the three children suddenly shone with hope again.