The clutches of the ten pirate kingdoms pulled the sails and walked forward whirring under the guidance of wind and water. In the blink of an eye, they had crossed thousands of mountains and ridges. On the bulging sails, the flag of the Swedish king was painted.

The soldiers riding on the Clippers were different from ordinary pirates. They did not carry tomahawks and shields, nor long swords and flying axes, but were all archers without exception. They had bright eyes and burly bodies. Unlike ordinary archers, each of them brought two quivers and two bows.

This was the army of Earl Graheide, the most trusted vassal of Ella. At this moment, he had crossed the English Channel, bypassed Britannia, and approached the capital of the Duke of Aquitaine.

"The sail is the sail! The paddle is the paddle! But don't be idle either! Everyone thinks about the series of movements from taking arrows to aiming at archery in their hearts a thousand times! Only by making these movements a natural thing like walking and blinking can the bow and arrow become an extension of your arms! Damn, what about you, don't smile there! Smile again, I'll insert an arrow into your butt!"

After staying in the Pirate Kingdom for a long time, this once elegant knight inevitably became infected with some bad habits when speaking.

"Remember, after logging in, we are very likely to face fully armed heavy armored knights! Then you will give me your energy, don't fucking watch Tietu charge at you, your hands will be so soft that you can't pull the bow! We have already lost face in front of the King of Sweden, and we can't lose it again!"

"yes!"

The soldiers answered with great brilliance. They all knew which time Grahaide said was "lost face once". It was when Ella was expeditioning the Island Republic. Facing the charge of the Almani Knights, they shot several times and killed only three knights. In the end, they were on the pirates, so they were spared from being ravaged by the cavalry.

Graheide has always regarded this as a shame. After returning from the Island Republic, he prepared for two years to avenge his previous shame.

"By the way, Count," asked a soldier, "we did not obey orders to support Anglia, but ran to attack the Principality of Aquitaine. Wouldn't the Swedish king and the Hero king really blame it? And the Swedish king also forbid us from robbing the Almani Federation."

Graheide has always regarded these archers he had carefully cultivated as brothers. Regarding the question of this soldier, he was also patiently answered: "Let us support Anglia, not Sweden, nor Hero, but Norway. The King of Norway is not our lord, so it doesn't matter if we don't obey the orders. The King of Sweden and the King of Heroes have now secretly gone to the Almany Federation to negotiate the affairs of the alliance. These enemies attacking Anglia and the consuls of the current Almany Federation are not along the way, but rebellious factions led by the Duke of Aquitaine, so they are enemies of the Swedish King. It is reasonable for us to attack the enemy's capital!"

"Then why don't we go directly to the frontline of Anglia and do something sneak attack?"

"It is also because the King of Sweden and the King of Heroes are not here." Graheide said meaningfully, "If they are not here, Haral cannot command these lords uniformly. So, instead of going there to be a piece of loose sand, it is better to hold your fists and make some big noises. In this way, you can also build momentum for the King of Sweden's diplomatic actions from the side."

The soldier nodded, as if he understood.

"Earl!" a soldier on a boat ahead shouted, "There is a large island in the northwest! Do we want to go up and replenish the water?"

"islands?"

Graheide climbed onto the mast and looked at it from a distance. The island was very large and could not see the edge at first sight. The mountains were lush and lush, and it seemed that there was a high probability that the water could be found.

"Yes." He nodded, "The fleet is ready to land on the island!"

So the fleet turned slightly and approached the island.

As the fleet sailed, the island became clearer and larger in front of them. Suddenly, soldiers shouted: "Castle! There is a castle on the mountain!"

"fortress?"

Grahead frowned. Having a castle means that the island is under the jurisdiction of a certain lord. Then there must be hundreds or thousands of residents on this island. But he grew up in England and has never heard of such an island in the nearby waters.

As they spoke, the ships approached the island a lot.

"Cater!" another soldier shouted, "There are cages on the island, aiming at us!"

It is not just a catapult. On the huge hillside, several catapult positions are arranged layer by layer, as if this is not an isolated island on the sea, but a military fortress that needs strict defense.

"So that's it!" Graheide suddenly realized, "Continue to get closer! This is the Swedish king's Mevara Nika!"

The Swedish king sat on the flying zealand to do business in Wenlan, and finally bought an island with the money he earned and ran back. This legendary story had long been spread throughout Sweden. However, Grahaide had been practicing troops in his own territory. Although he had heard of it, it was the first time he saw the true face of the island.

Thinking of meeting the Swedish king who had not met for a long time, Graheide couldn't help but feel a little excited.

But they had just stopped on the shore and before they could tie the boat tightly, a cold arrow flew out of the bushes not far away.

The arrow flew out without warning, and like eyes, it crossed all the soldiers and bit Graheide's throat!

Graheide reacted at an unparalleled speed. The arrow was still in the air, and he had already grasped the bow on his shoulder to his hand and put the arrow in the quiver on the bow. Before the soldiers on the side could see his movements clearly, the arrow flew out of his bow and broke the cold arrow in the waist.

The soldiers couldn't help but burst into cheers. Grahyide's bow technique was incredible no matter how many times he saw it!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! However, the archer on the other side seemed to have expected that this arrow would be blocked by Graheide. The previous arrow was still flying in the air, and the latter arrow had already shot out again. The connection between the two arrows was extremely tight. As soon as Graheide shot the first arrow, the latter arrow flew to less than three steps in front of him!

But Graheide's reaction was not inferior to the archer on the other side. He held four arrows in his hand at the same time, and one shot out. The second one was then turned on, flew out with the first arrow almost without any interval, and broke the second arrow into the air again.

But he didn't give him any time to breathe. The third and fourth arrows had already flew over, and they were closer to Graheide than before!

"When" he stepped on, Grahyide shot the third arrow. He found that the archer's archery on the other side had reached its peak. At this moment, the opponent had taken the lead. If he used the four arrows in his hand to shoot the four arrows on the opposite side, and then took a new arrow from the quiver, the arrow on the opposite side might have flew over again. So, he did not shoot out the fourth arrow. When the fourth arrow on the opposite side flew, he reached out and grabbed the arrow. His fingers moved slightly, and the arrow turned around and shot back along the flying trajectory. In the flash, he had already put the last arrow still in his palm on the bowstring and shot it out!

The retro-shooting arrow collided with the fifth arrow shot from the opposite side in mid-air, while Graheide's fifth arrow flew into a bush along the trajectory of the previous arrow.

After a silence, the bush made a sound of applause from it. Osol clapped his hands and walked out of the bush, and his mouth was still biting the arrow that Graheide had just shot.
Chapter completed!