It was late at night, and a rustling footsteps sounded in the aisle of the cabin, trying to suppress, and rustling footsteps came out of the dark shadows. Several nobles from the Almani Federation emerged, and the leader put his ear against a wooden cabin door and gently buckled it with the back of his hand:

"Brother Eber, Brother Eber, are you still awake?"

With a "clang", something in the hatch door was knocked over. Then, Eber's panic shout sounded from the hatch door: "What's wrong? Are you alive? Is that guy alive again!!!"

The door was pushed open roughly from inside, and Ebert appeared at the door with a sharp sword that was unsheathed. He gasped, wearing pajamas and missing one shoe on his feet, obviously he had just gotten up from the bed.

"Shh--I'm not alive, I'm not alive! I've been killed by your brother with a war hammer, and there's no movement at all. Don't worry, brother!"

The nobles pressed their fingers on their mouths and signaled Eber to whisper.

"It's good if you don't live... it's good if you don't live."

Eber woke up from a dream. He threw his sword to the ground and returned to the bed, but before he could sit firmly, he jumped up again:

"I just had a nightmare. The thief died, but he couldn't even die. Later, he even twisted his head off and threw it at me..."

"Brother, calm down. How could a person be resurrected if he dies?" A nobleman pressed him back to bed. "There are so many thieves during the day, you must have made the mistake."

"Make a mistake? How could I get it wrong? Wearing a cow horn helmet and holding a two-handed axe, she is very big. She is the leader of the thieves. There is only one such thief! I obviously stomped his head and his helmet was stomped down - you saw it too at that time? Ah? You probably saw it all?"

The nobles looked at each other and shook their heads one after another.

"I saw it when you knocked him to the ground, and then I rushed up and fought, not paying attention to your side."

"I caught a glimpse of what my elder brother stepped on. As for whether he stepped on his head, I don't know. Maybe the helmet fell off, so I only stepped on the helmet? It was so chaotic at the time that others' blood splattered over, and you're wrong with me?"

"I... read it wrong?" Eber looked at his palm in disbelief.

"Brother, it's normal that you've misread it. Nearly a hundred people were fighting together at that time. But the stomped head grew back, how could this be possible? Look, after so long, the leader has not survived, right?"

The nobles all comforted Eber. Eber held his head and shook it, feeling the chaos inside.

"Let this beside this matter, brother, the prisoners have already explained the location of their nests. We are here to find you for this matter." A nobleman lowered his voice, "Bjorn seems to be preparing to set out tomorrow. Should we take the first move tonight? The small boat that the thieves came here is now tied behind the cargo ship, and once the rope is untied, you can leave immediately."

"Now?"

"Well, we have just discussed that whether it is to steal the credit of the Pirate Kingdom, destroy the evidence from Normandy, or get freedom, it is better to go now. So let's come and ask your opinion."

"Now...well, it should work."

Eber stood up from the bed with his still confused head.

"You guys go and prepare first, I'll put on my clothes and come over."

Riding in the night, they took two prisoners to secretly board the boat. Once the rope was untied, the boat sailed towards the depths of the sea.

These Almani nobles were already used to paddling, but they had only seen the movements of the pirates and had not actually operated them. After fiddling for a long time, the sail finally bulged, and at this time, the pulp hand had already rowed the boat far away.

The course of the ship has been changing, and the wind direction also changes with the ship's navigation and the alternation of day and night. Every time the sails are adjusted, the nobles are busy for most of the day, especially when they find that the ship is heading against the wind, the nobles stand there at a loss. The ships are trembling and trembling, and when they approach the "old nest" location explained by the thieves, it is already the third night.

It was a small island far away from the land. In the dark night, you could vaguely see the light of the fire on the island.

"How many people are there on the island?" a nobleman asked the two prisoners.

The two prisoners looked at the nobles with some fear and replied tremblingly: "There are about three or five hundred people."

The nobleman impatiently grabbed the captain's head and hit the mast: "Are they three hundred or five hundred? Tell me clearly!"

"Five hundred people! There are more than five hundred people! Recruiting new companions recently, so the number may be more!"

So the nobles looked at Eber. There were only twenty people on their side, and the number of thieves was more than twenty-five times that of theirs.

During the two days of flights, Eber has gradually overcome his fear. The stomped head grows out of something, and it is unrealistic to think about it. He also began to feel that he had read it wrong. He heard this number now, not only was he not afraid, but he was suddenly proud:

"There are no more mobs, and it's not worth mentioning. Five hundred people are just enough to kill us!"

The nobles all cheered. Ebel's magic is almost the elf level. He is not afraid, so he will not lose this battle.

"How is the terrain on the island? Where is the leader? How do you arrange the sentry?" The nobles chased after the two prisoners of war.

"There is only a mountain on the island, with a camp on it, and everyone lives there. There is only one road to go up. Sentinels... There are two brothers watching at the port, and there are two on the way up the mountain. There are no others."

"Two Minggangs, how are the hidden bridges distributed?"

The two prisoners looked at the nobles in confusion: "What... is the Dark Hill?"

As soon as these words were said, the nobles even understood that these thieves were indeed incompetent. They loosened the ropes that tied the two thieves, pushed them to the bow of the ship, and hid behind them, pressed their swords against their backs, threatening them to help deceive the sentries in the port.

In the dark night, the sentries did not notice anything abnormal. When the ship landed and the lights illuminated the faces of the people on the ship, they showed a look of horror. It was already too late, and the nobles who were ready to go pounced on them like wolves, and before they issued the alarm, they defeated the two thieves.

Under the cover of night, they secretly touched the mountain. The two sentries on the way up the mountain were holding a bottle of wine, and fell drunk on the ground, and talked loudly without restraint:

"Himmer... the thing that the boss gave us today is really bad, and the smell is like your stinky socks. Fortunately, I sneaked two bottles of wine, otherwise, himmer... I would have to smell the stinky smell all night."

"You bear boy, you are so good at getting it cheap. That thing is very expensive. Only a few leaders have drunk it before. This time we snatched the Pirate King's cargo ship. With great achievements, the Duke of the Man brought a box over and gave it to our village one sip. Not to mention the smell of smelly socks, as long as its effect is real, even if the smell is the same as urine, I... I will drink it hard!"
Chapter completed!