Watching an orc effortlessly toss a screaming enemy soldier into the air with a flick of his arm, Edgar shrank back and asked Jerry beside him, "This doesn't seem to be the way to the palace?"

Little Jerry looked up as a huge fireball crashed into the roadblocks ahead, blasting the wooden barricades and the enemy soldiers hiding behind them into dust. He swallowed hard and whispered, "The Grand Commander has given orders to take back the port."

"Shouldn't we be protecting His Majesty at a time like this...?"

Little Jerry patted Edgar on the shoulder. "The Grand Master must have her reasons for doing this."

Edgar shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

On the other hand, in the military camp of the Kingdom's navy.

As he watched the last Muxi warship raise the pirate skull and crossbones flag, Barbarossa laughed and walked toward the boardwalk.

The first mate, covered in blood, excitedly approached Barbarossa and shouted, "Boss! We've captured all the naval ships! Mossport is yours now!"

Barbarossa surveyed the cheering pirates around him, raised his right hand, and shouted, "I hereby declare that from sunrise tomorrow until sunset the day after, all those who have contributed to the fight will have priority in choosing their spoils in the city! Gold, jewels, even those slutty women! Everything you see is yours to keep!"

Hearing the deafening howls of the surrounding pirates, the excited first mate leaned close to Barbarossa and whispered, "Boss, won't those nobles have something to say?"

Barbarossa scoffed, "In the next few days, there will be war and riots everywhere in the city. Those nobles will be too busy to bother us."

The first mate rubbed his hands together and nodded with a smile.

Barbarossa looked up at the Kingdom's naval camp and began to plan the future territory. "Turn that naval council hall into a palace for me, and I want to live in the small building at the top! Turn those coastal towers into fortresses, and remember to point the cannons at the city!"

Just as Barbarossa was giving his orders, a beam of light flickering on the sea caught his attention.

Barbarossa pointed to the light and asked the first mate, "What's that?"

The first mate, looking puzzled, asked his subordinate for binoculars and said as he looked, "Boss, that ship looks like one of our reconnaissance vessels. It's using lights... Let me see... Northern... Fleet... Danger..."

The first mate put away his binoculars, opened his eyes wide, and said to Barbarossa, "That ship keeps saying that an unidentified fleet is coming from the north and is heading towards Muxi Port. It is very likely the enemy."

Barbarossa frowned. "The number of enemies?"

The first mate ordered his men to send out light signals to inquire, and upon seeing the answer relayed back from the sea, he was so surprised that he forgot to speak.

Barbarossa roared, "I ask you, how many enemies are there?!"

The first mate turned around, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.

"The reconnaissance ship said that there were too many enemy ships to count."

Barbarossa gasped. Just as he was pondering what to do next, a group of wailing pirates came running frantically from afar.

The group rushed up to Barbarossa, their faces contorted and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Monster! The monster is coming!"

Seeing the pale-faced, trembling pirate before him, the enraged Barbarossa kicked him to the ground, yelling, "Can anyone the hell tell me what's going on?!"

After questioning a few people, the first mate approached Barbarossa and whispered, "Boss, it seems an army has arrived in the city and is heading this way."

"An army?" Barbarossa asked. "How many people?"

"It seems... less than two hundred people..."

Upon hearing the first mate's answer, Barbarossa was first astonished, then burst into laughter. "Two hundred men? Two hundred men?! Did I hear that right? Such a small number of people dare to challenge me?! Such a small number of people have scared you like this?!"

Barbarossa drew his scimitar from his waist, and with a swift stroke, felled a trembling pirate. Then, raising his arms, he shouted to the others, "This port is ours, and this city will be ours! Wealth, wine, women—anyone who tries to take these things from us will have to ask our swords first!"

The pirates, emboldened by the encouragement, were immediately in high spirits. Thousands of them stood on the ships and walkways, raising their weapons and shouting battle slogans, their eyes filled with nothing but endless greed.

Seeing this, Barbarossa nodded in satisfaction. He summoned his first mate and whispered, "Return to the flagship immediately, organize the crew, set up barricades at the estuary, and point all the ships' cannons at the open sea. Anyone who tries to enter this port, stop them with cannon fire!"

The first mate nodded and turned to leave with his men.

Barbarossa looked at the port of Twilight in the night and said with great confidence, "No one can make Barbarossa spit out the fat meat in their mouth! What's more, it's just an army of two hundred men!"

Half an hour later, Barbarossa led his pirates to the battlefield at the entrance to the port area.

As Barbarossa stared in disbelief at the battle unfolding before him, he finally understood what those terrified pirates were so afraid of.

The Valkyrie, riding a griffin, soared through the sky in the silvery moonlight. The sound of each arrow piercing the air was like the horn of death, constantly reaping the lives of mortals.

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