Reborn As a Pirate

　　 After the spray, the water returned to calm.

　　 The sudden silence after this climax is shocking.

　　 Just like at the end of the dusk of the gods, the black dragon Nidhogg, a symbol of despair, climbed out of the bottom layer of the world tree, turned into a sea, and swallowed two brave and unforged Viking warriors in one bite...

　　 One of them is a berserker who Odin supports in the Hall of Valor. He is not afraid of pain, and he is more and more courageous.

　　 The other is a whaler who inherited the blood of Niald, who is tough and stubborn.

　　 They are all hard-to-find warriors in the world, and they are the top and purest blood among the Vikings.

　　 They are pride, history, the great power that Viking pirates once smashed the seven seas and shocked the whole world.

　　 Could such a person die too?

　　 Or such a person...

　　 Is it really going to die so easily, so desperately...Want to go back to their paradise?

　　Henna's eyes are red.

　　 She squinted her eyes and slowly took off her wide coat and boots, revealing the peculiar pure white tabard exclusively for Assassin in front of the pirates.

　　 "Are you a berserker too?"

　　 Bonnet felt a huge threat from this suddenly disguised woman that she had never had before.

　　 He held the hilt with both hands and raised it flat to his chest.

　　 "I awakened two years later than Leif, but...yes, I am also a berserker."

　　 "If your throat is severed, can you go crazy?"

　　 Bonnet was taken aback for a moment, and slowly shook his head: "No, anger can be mad, and death means death."

　　 "That's good..." Henna gently licked the tip of the knife with her tongue, leaving a dazzling red.

　　 She said: "You can die."

　　……

　　 Lorraine carried Leif down to the surface, and both sank to the bottom.

　　 The high-latitude sea is icy cold, stimulating the pain, but also invigorating.

　　Leif awoke from the bewilderment of losing the enemy, clenched his fists with both hands, and attacked Lorraine.

　　 Lorraine avoided like a fish, swung his leg around Leif's back, curled his **** and punched it out.

　　 This punch is hitting Leif's waist.

Unconsciously, Leif rolled over and raised his arms to catch the cunning enemy. Lorraine swam up first, pushing his heavy leather boots on Leif's face, pushing out a string of long bubbles.

　　 Leif sinks faster.

　　 Lorraine turned over, shaking his head and legs up and down, punching again at Leif's throat, making a second long series of bubbles.

　　 Leif sinks deeper and deeper, and Lorraine pursues him tighter and tighter.

　　 At the bottom of the muddy bay, the double eyelid can help the whalers lock their opponents, but the red eyes cannot let the berserkers find the enemy's tracks.

　　 Just like when on land, Lorraine tried his best and couldn't get any bargain from Leif, but now it is underwater, here is the home ground of the whalers.

　　 The situation was reversed.

　　Leif waved and kicked on the bottom of the sea in a daze. Lorraine swam around him, punching his chest and abdomen, his throat, his cheeks, his lungs...

　　 Heavy fists hit Leif, every punch can force him to open his mouth, every punch is squeezing the air in his veins.

　　Leif's body began to suffocate.

　　 The dizziness expelled the madness, and the invisible enemy made the berserkers bewildered.

　　 The red pupil gradually disappeared.

　　 The intense pain was mixed with the weakness of the sky, Leif opened his mouth in despair, grunting...

　　……

　　 Henna looks like a ghost.

　　 She held the dagger upside down, as fast as lightning, running, jumping, rolling, turning, she approached Bonnet time and time again, gave up again and again, and walked away far away.

　　 Bonnet couldn't keep up with her movements.

　　 had no way to fight back, unable to move, he was helpless with Hina, he could only choose the least berserker response, shrank himself in a shell like a tortoise, and guarded every vital point of his body with a big sword and intuition.

　　 The hostility on Henna's face is getting heavier and heavier, her emerald eyes staring at Bonnet, getting more and more condensed and more profitable.

　　 She leaped back sharply, raising her hand and flying the knife straight to Bonnet's eyebrows.

　　 Bonnet hurriedly swung his sword to block.

　　 It was this distraction for a moment, Henna was gone.

　　 Nothing on the top of the head, no under the feet, not in front of my eyes, I can't find the light on both sides...not even behind me!

　　 Bonnet was horrified to find that Henna had completely disappeared.

　　 Where is she...?

　　 Henna is running.

　　 There is a peculiar invisibility method in Assassin's technique, visual invisibility.

　　 Its basic principle is to avoid the direct vision area of ​​the target's field of vision, and to avoid the afterglow according to the height of the opponent's eyes, and act silently.

　　 This action starts from the moment the throwing knife is thrown.

　　 She leaped back, in order to induce Bonnet to shift his vision to the far end as soon as he knocked off the throwing knife.

　　 In fact, after throwing the throwing knife, Henna quickly slid in, and while approaching Bonnet, she also ran out of his direct field of vision 120 degrees in front of him.

　　 This is the easiest step.

　　 After leaving Bonnet’s direct-view zone, she dangled in the knife and started running around Bonnet, not running with her feet like a human, but like a cat, with her hands and feet on the ground and using all fours together.

　　 From the moment she touched the ground, Henna disappeared from her opponent's eyes.

　　 Bonnet is very tall, over two meters tall, and the height of his eyes is over 1.8 meters.

Henna was cruising at a distance of three to five meters from him, suddenly fast and slow, staying behind or behind him most of the time, and occasionally leaned down and ventured across from the front, taking the shortest path to return. To a safe area.

　　 All this is done in broad daylight.

　　 In the eyes of the onlookers, Henna is constantly trying to approach Bonnet with a weird crawl, launching an attack.

　　 Except for the change in the way of travel, this is the same as what she had done for a long time before.

　　 At that time, Bonnet couldn't catch up with her speed, and his eyes would always be slow for a shot, relying on wild intuition and superb skills to protect the vital points, so that Henna could not find an opportunity to take advantage of.

　　 looks the same now.

　　Henna walked around Bonnet grandly, approaching, and far away. Bonnet looked awkward and helpless. No one would have thought that he actually lost Henna's trail...

　　 But this technique is not invincible.

After all, humans are not true four-legged walking animals. No matter how flexible Henna's body is, no matter how proficient in cat fighting skills, constantly changing directions, changing speeds and even deforming will consume a lot of her physical strength~www.wuxiamtl.com~not to mention She also always pays attention to Bonnet's eyes, constantly mental arithmetic and correcting his field of vision.

　　 Hard work, hard work.

　　 It was just a minute of effort. The sweat had wetted Hina's short hair. She began to notice the soreness of her hands and feet, and her dry throat just wanted to breathe.

　　 She knew she was almost at the limit.

　　 launched an attack in this state, no matter what counterattack Bonnet made, she had no spare capacity to avoid it.

　　 But she doesn’t care...

　　 When she was in Cherbourg, Lorraine taught her one thing with her actions, that is, the crew must be responsible to their captain.

　　 This is duty and dignity.

　　Lorraine’s captain is Lake, so he is desperate to save him. When he knew that Lake was dead, he gave up a huge amount of wealth within his reach, and did not hesitate to choose to pay for it.

　　 Her captain is Lorraine, and Lorraine is dead, so there is only one thing she needs to do...

　　Desperately, blood debts are paid off, and everything else next to it does not have to be considered!

　　 She dealt with Bonnet patiently, one minute, two minutes, until Bonnet completely gave up looking for her, she really relaxed, slowly inhaled, slowly exhaled...

　　 Kick your feet, pounce!

　　 Wow!

　　 A big bruised hand stretched out from the water and slapped it firmly on the ground of the pier.

　　 Lorraine dragged the unconscious Leif out of the water, exhausted all his strength and climbed onto the pier, lying limp on the ground.

　　 He grinned: "It seems that Warnerheim has won this time."

　　咚!

　　 Like a cheetah sculpture thrown out, Henna is in the bridge of Bonnet’s nose.

　　 Bonnet, fainting...