Faced with the pirates with fierce eyes around them, the warrior remained very calm, without the slightest panic.

He walked straight to the campfire, then stopped less than three meters away from Hallett, bowed calmly and said, "Hello, Captain Bloodhand. I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of my master."

Obviously, he was none other than the soldier summoned by Zuo Si.

At this moment, this summoned creature, which possesses the same intelligence and thinking as a normal human, has changed back into his weapons and chain mail, exuding a strong self-confidence that cannot be described in words.

This kind of confidence does not come from personal strength, but from his summoner, the planeswalker who hides in the dark and controls everything - Zuo Si.

"Negotiate? Who is your master? Why does he think he is qualified to negotiate with me?" Hallett asked with a sneer.

If he had not been afraid of the inexplicable disappearance of twenty-five of his men, he would have ordered the overconfident guy in front of him to be chopped into pieces.

The soldier noticed the coldness and cruelty in the pirate captain's eyes, and responded with a smile: "Since the master dared to let me negotiate alone, he must have prepared enough bargaining chips. For example, the seafood soup you ate a few hours ago was poisoned with a highly toxic substance called ricin. And these highly toxic substances will soon begin to take effect."

Before he finished speaking!

Several relatively weaker human pirates fell to the ground, holding their stomachs.

The intense pain made them curl up into a ball like boiled shrimps.

The orcs and hobgoblins followed closely behind and began to lie on the ground vomiting.

Dark red blood clots can be clearly seen in almost all vomit.

As for the ogres with the best physique, they eat the most and ingest the most toxins.

When the attack occurred, convulsions and severe shock reactions were triggered instantly. The person lay on his back on the ground with feces and urine flowing out, and vomit quickly blocked the esophagus and trachea.

Even before their organs failed, they had already suffocated to death.

In just a few minutes, more than two hundred pirates were poisoned one after another, leaving only a small group of eight goblins and two ogres who had just returned intact.

Because they were sent out to carry out the mission without even having the chance to eat the soup containing high-purity ricin.

At this moment, the entire beach was filled with wailing.

The stench of the poisoned people's excrement mixed with the sour smell of vomit, forming a hellish picture.

Seeing the poisoned pirates around him in agony, the captive Bernard was so scared that he quickly retreated.

He couldn't believe that he was just one step away from death.

If you accidentally drink a mouthful of cold soup, you will probably die slowly in extreme pain in a few hours just like the pirates.

May the goddess of wealth, Wojin, bless you!

The young businessman couldn't help but pray silently to the god he believed in in his heart.

As for "Bloody Hand" Hallett, who witnessed all this, his face had already turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent.

You have to know that in the past, he had always been the one who played with others at his fingertips, and this was the first time that he was attacked by others.

He didn't even know who was plotting against him.

The soldier completely ignored the pirate captain's boiling anger and continued to press him, "It's exactly four hours! It's exactly the time the master predicted the poison would take effect. Now, it's your turn to make a choice, Captain Bloody Hand. Do you want to negotiate, or watch your men die bit by bit from the torture of the poison?"

moment!

Those pirates who had not yet lost consciousness from the pain cast pleading eyes towards their captain.

Obviously, they didn't want to die and wanted Hallett to agree to their demands in exchange for the antidote that would allow them to survive.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Hallett suddenly pulled out his scimitar and put it on the soldier's neck.

The sharp blade even cut the latter's skin, and dark red blood flowed down his neck, staining the mail armor on his body red.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Hallett finally realized that something was wrong.

He had seen too many people in his life, even those paladins who were determined and willing to sacrifice themselves for a just cause and to save innocent people, would show some fear of death before they died.

Because this is the instinct of all intelligent creatures, it is almost impossible to overcome it.

But in the eyes of this human warrior in front of him, who looked only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, there was really no trace of fear, as if death was just a common thing like breathing.

"It is my honor to die for my master, and it is the meaning of my existence."

While saying this, the soldier's face showed an extremely serious, pious and sacred expression.

He did not lie, nor did he deceive the other person, but instead spoke out his true thoughts.

But it was this kind of devotion without fear of death that made Hallet feel his scalp tingling for the first time.

In the continent of Faerun, the organizations that can make their subordinates willing to die for them are basically either the paladins and priests of the gods of the good camp, or those brainwashed devil worshipers.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is affected by magic or mind control.

Either way, it means something very terrible.

That is the "master" the other party is talking about, most likely a powerful, insidious and cunning spellcaster.

For a moment, the infamous Captain "Blood Hand" imagined in his mind an evil wizard who was about 40 or 50 years old, tall and thin, with a cold look.

He even felt that the wizard was hired by his enemies to cause trouble for him.

After all, Hallett has been unscrupulously plundering passing merchant ships on the sea in recent years, and has been using human greed and weaknesses to continuously expand his intelligence network and influence, which has long caused dissatisfaction among many people.

Not to mention the good-aligned organizations and temples, the merchants of Amn alone have more than once wanted to pay adventurers to kill him.

If it weren't for some "business" dealings with the Shadow Thieves Guild, which would have allowed me to get advance information before each encirclement and suppression, I would have probably died countless times.

In addition, other pirate captains also regarded Harlet as a thorn in their eyes and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

There is a famous saying that goes, the naked hatred is between colleagues.

No one wants to see a pirate king appear in the Sea of ​​Swords.

unless……

That person is themselves.

"What does your master want from me?"

After a long silence, Hallett finally retracted his scimitar and decided to solve the crisis at hand first.

Even though he didn't care about the lives of his pirates at all.

But if all these two hundred people died at once, once they were discovered by other pirate ships in the Nelanther Islands on their way back, they would probably be attacked by all of them.

In this sea filled with chaos, violence and blood, only strong soldiers and horses can force those vicious colleagues to remain calm and rational.

The pirates have always communicated only with strength.

It is nothing new for a group of pirates to rob another group of pirates. It has always been the case since ancient times.

(End of this chapter)