Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Lorraine and Henna entered the battle group like the wind.

　　Different from the battle that took place in Cherbourg, today Lorraine has not been seriously injured, showing unparalleled fighting ability.

　　 He entered from the narrow plank road, and the two pirates immediately turned around, swinging their knives to the left and the other.

　　 Lorraine is short to avoid the chop, raise his arm, get up!

　　The sword hilt handguard made of fine iron slammed on the chin of the first pirate. From bottom to top, he knocked the pirate into the air with one blow, spitting blood into the sea.

　　 The pirate didn't even have time to scream.

　　 After a hit, Lorraine kept his arms raised and turned around. His right foot stepped heavily on the plank road, the raised right arm was turned around by the body, and he bent his elbow, hitting the second pirate's face with a thud.

　　 The pirate flew out and knocked over two or three people like a bowling ball.

　　 Finally, they responded quickly and avoided the scene of the car accident in time. They raised their swords and shouted fearlessly to kill Lorraine, the unexpected guest who appeared suddenly.

　　 Lorraine turned his back to them.

　　 Lorraine turned her back to them and faced Hina.

　　 Henna leaped up, stepped on Lorraine's palm with her light body, a little on her chest, a step on her shoulder, and rushed straight to the height of more than three meters, turning her body!

　　 Her wide blouse opened the skirt like a flower, and four cold rays flew out from the gyroscope-like afterglow, dumb, without letting go, and accurately penetrated the feet of all four pirates!

　　The forward pirate fell into one piece, holding his wounded foot and wailing loudly.

　　 Lorraine started, he rushed in between them like a bulldozer, and the group of thieves fluttered as soon as his figure arrived.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the two overwhelmed all the enemies on the plank road. Lorraine rushed under the ship, kneeled down as a ladder, and for the second time, threw Hina, who was behind him, high into the sky!

　　 Henna flew up again, flying higher than the previous time, leaped onto the four-meter-high deck, and drew the skinning knife from her thigh with a sound.

　　 She pressed her lips and smashed into the middle of Karen and the pirate, Ruyan threw Linsi into the arms of the first pirate and stabbed the diaphragm between her chest and abdomen.

　　 The pirate slumped while clutching her chest, Henna rolled on the spot, avoiding the blade, and got under the crotch of the second pirate.

　　 Her straight and slender legs went straight up to the sky, and with a pop, it was centered between the pirate's legs.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 The screams like a wild fox came to an abrupt end, and the pirate passed out with pain before the call was over.

　　 Karen, who was helped by Henna, was finally free.

　　 The majestic but slightly clumsy Germanic man ran to the side of the boat in threes or twos, dropped his hammer, and lowered the plank.

　　 Before the ship's plank was stable, Lorraine rushed up, jumping across the wooden horse like Karen who was squatting on the side of the ship, and kicked the third pirate who was swinging a knife at Hina.

　　 This time the rabbit flew up and down, and directly looked at the last pirate.

　　明明……

　　 They have more than ten people, four are on the boat, ten are on the plank road, and the other side only came back with two people...

　　明明……

　　They are pirates licking blood, and the other is just sheep-like merchants...

　　明明……

　　 The captain told them that the Englishman was so weak that he would only cry to God, and would never dare to hand a knife to the brave Viking...

　　明明……

　　 He slapped a spirit, and said hurriedly: "Tell you, my captain is..."

　　嘭!

　　 Lorraine slammed a fist on the bridge of his nose, and the majestic force lifted him into the air.

　　 He spun around and flew out, but in the end he couldn't finish speaking.

　　The battle is over.

　　……

　　 Wow... Wow...

　　 The sun has set, but the moon hasn't risen yet. The waves hit the breakwater of the harbor, slackingly, holding the boat gently swaying.

　　 In the afterglow of the sunset, the Attis Beauty is fishing.

　　 The fishing rod is a thick pole on the ship, and the bait is four miserable pirates tied together in a group.

　　 They were hung from the stern of the ship, more than two meters from the hull and less than 20 cm from the sea level.

　　 It was not like this at the beginning.

Lorraine is very kind, even if little Pierce cut his index finger when he cut the hook, even if Karen had four slits on his body, so that his arms were covered with bandages, he still let the pirates acting as bait stay with the sea. It's a distance of fifty centimeters.

　　 It's just that the top students of the sea school accidentally overlooked a little thing...

　　 It's high tide now.

　　 In about ten minutes or so, the sea water will pass their mouths. At that time, even if Odin is driven from Asgard, they will not survive.

　　 The good swimmer drowns in the water...Perhaps, this is fate.

　　 The kind-hearted Lorraine raised his head, looking melancholy in the direction of the port area.

　　 The merciful Viking warriors appeared.

　　Eriksson’s twin brothers, Leif and Bonnet led more than thirty men to kill them, and at a glance they saw the pirates who were used as bait and hung upside down on the stern of the ship.

　　 Leif was bald with anger.

　　 "Despicable British! Rocky stole Sif's blonde hair, Thor screamed, and slammed the door to leave home! The warriors will not let go of their lowly enemies. Even if dusk falls, they can laugh at death!"

　　 The rhymed singing poem rumbling like a muffled thunder, the expression of seeing a ghost exploded on the face of a boatman.

　　 At this moment, there is a Viking man who is at least two meters high under the ship. The axe on his back is higher than Pierce.

　　He is a pirate, with a bald head and a face full of flesh, ambition to seek revenge.

　　His horse is now hung from the stern of the ship by Lorraine, and it will be drowned soon.

　　 Facing this situation, he actually chanted a poem...

　　Tema is sung!

　　 Are you mad?

　　 The six eyes were gazing at the only half of the Viking on the boat, and Lorraine felt particularly embarrassed by the exuberant thirst for knowledge.

　　 He coughed.

　　 "This...explain to you. Although in legends, Vikings are often regarded as savage, rude, and irritable illiterate, they are actually poets..."

　　 "Poet?"

　　 "To... savage, rude, and irritable poets, when they are angry, they like to use the form of singing to condemn the enemy."

　　 "Crooked?"

"Why... because they believe that with the loudness of poetry, they can travel across the universe and reach Asgard. When the delicate Valkyrie listened to it, he would dislike the condemned person, and would not say His soul has received the Hall of Valor to enjoy the blessing."

　　 After Lorraine explained, seeing a ghost is no longer enough to describe the expressions of the crew.

　　 Karen muttered with his mouth open: "Are you serious?"

　　 "100% serious." Lorraine spread out his hands helplessly, "Anyway, after I die, I am going to Nuotong. I don't know much about the interview process in the Hall of Valor."

　　 Six eyes suddenly realized.

　　 Little Pierce glanced at the higher and higher sea level: "Captain, there is a choir of more than 30 people below, what should we do?"

"Set up a boat board. I really can't do things like scolding the street..." Lorraine sighed, as if suddenly remembering something, "By the way, put the bait down a little bit, I think the tide has risen again... "

　　 Lorraine and Henna disembarked, and Karen clung to the board on the deck.

　　 The two walked slowly to the end of the plank road. Lorraine gently drew out his sword and asked with his eyelids hanging: "Mr. Ericsson, may I ask... Did I mess with you?"

　　 Leif couldn't help but stunned.

　　 Lorraine actually reasoned with him...

　　 You must know that although the Vikings are reckless, they are not true savages. Some principles for dealing with people are universal.

　　 As for this matter, he condoned his subordinates to rob the Attis Beauty first.

　　Lorraine's counterattack was a bit harsher, but he did not kill anyone, and he did not come to sing poetry, and he had shown sufficient restraint.

　　 On the contrary, it was him. Not only did he act reluctantly, he also opened his mouth to cut off Lorraine's journey to the Hall of Valor.

　　 After all... he seems to be a little bit unreasonable...

　　 The biggest key is still the problem of the place~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He is a pirate, and it is his duty to grab merchant ships, but here is the black port of Sir Garman.

　　 The black port of Sir Garman is the home of all Viking pirates. People bring gifts to your house as a guest, how can you **** someone’s boat?

　　 Could it be that... you want to apologize?

　　 Leif glanced behind him with a guilty conscience.

　　 I was excited for a while, and brought a lot of people...

　　 It seems that the duck's mouth is hard.

"Talking endlessly is the shamelessness of the shameless!" He took off the great axe, slammed on the ground with a clatter, and sang aloud, "Latatosk stood on the world tree, and the eagle and the dragon are ashamed and ganged together! Mimir goes to Warner. Heim was a hostage, and finally his head was chopped off by the wise god!"

　　 Lorraine translator next to him said: "He meant... refused to talk."

　　 "Don't talk about it?"

　　 Henna didn't understand what was going on at all, and the poem rang again.

　　 "The tragic winter lasted for three years, and the cruel dusk will finally come! Heimdall blew Galal, and the gods and heroic spirits gathered on the Rainbow Bridge!"

　　 After singing the poem, Bonnet beside Leif drew out the big sword.

　　 Lorraine's expression finally became more cautious, and he whispered to Hina, "The hairless belongs to me, and the hairy belongs to you. Be careful, he just said...dead fight."

　　Leif took up his great axe, squatted down, gaining momentum.

　　 "The three goddesses of Fate are only left with the broken net, Mimir's head is silent! Victorious Frey, tell me! Whether my opponent is Fenrir or Garmra!"

　　 Leif made a high pitch, and Lorraine raised his sword.

　　 He looked at the poet, as if the **** of victory was answering the believer's question.

　　 He replied softly: "Yes, you, mom."