A few minutes ago, on the sea of ​​fog.

A burly man gripped the long knife in his hand tightly and chopped at Lord fiercely, but the moment the blade fell, he suddenly stopped. The ferocious expression on his face gradually became extremely tangled, and he asked cautiously.

"Mr. Lauder, do you really want to chop it off?"

"Stop talking nonsense and chop!" Lame Lord said gritting his teeth, stretching out his right hand straight, revealing a very obvious flame mark on the back of his hand.

As he spoke, Lord's heart ached violently, but this was also an extremely helpless choice.

At first, he didn't have much confidence in a certain wizard's bold and outrageous rescue operation, so when he found that the Harbor Town suddenly broke out into chaos and all the previous plans had ended before they even started, Lord immediately judged that the wizards who stayed in the Harbor Town would soon be finished! Because of this, Lord made a prompt decision and took advantage of the chaotic situation in the Harbor Town to organize people to escape.

Thanks to the fact that the Holy See focused most of its energy on dealing with Lin En and others, they took control of the ship without much effort, and then took away some financial resources that were easy to carry and left the harbor town.

The only thing that worries Lord now is the fire mark on his hand. If the wizard finds out that he has escaped when he is in danger, he might drag him into hell before he dies.

Since he didn't know much about magic, the only way he could think of to deal with it was to chop off the hand!

The muscular man was holding the knife in a tangled way, not daring to make a move. Lord's mood kept fluctuating, and finally he snatched the long knife away in anger. He might as well do it himself instead of being so hesitant! "Boss, signal, it's a signal!"

At the bow, a sailor suddenly shouted. Lord looked up subconsciously and saw a fireball rising from the dock of the port and exploding in the night sky.

Lord was quite surprised. He thought that the cunning and cruel wizard was most likely dead, but he didn't expect that the other party actually fought back to the harbor dock.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the first mate who was holding the alchemical eyepiece.

"I saw a lot of black-armored guards, they are all out, including Archbishop Anluk! Those great wizards seem to be surrounded..." The deputy swallowed and said with difficulty.

Loud immediately understood that he had been chased all the way here. After thinking about it, he said it directly.

"Launch a round of rockets as planned, and then we'll sail across the sea immediately!"

Since the other party has successfully led Anluk and others to the agreed location, he naturally would not be so heartless. It would not be a big deal to set a fire from a distance, but he would rather forget about going ashore to pick them up.

Lord didn't think the other party could do anything in such a predicament.

It's impossible that he would be promoted to a great wizard on the spot and then destroy thousands of elite guards with just a few spells, right?

This is no longer outrageous.

More than three hundred sailors and guards immediately took out the oilcloth that had been prepared long ago, wrapped it around the arrows, lit them with torches, drew their bows and arrows, and shot the arrows into the distance using the projectile method, not caring about the accuracy at all. Anyway, the wizard's order was that as long as they could shoot the arrows into the harbor dock, it would be enough.

Lord took a quick glance and didn't look again, waving the long sword in his hand back and forth.

How much should I cut...

This is a question worth pondering! Just as Lord made up his mind and prepared to take action, the entire ship suddenly shook violently. He heard a violent roar and then an enormous impact force knocked him to the ground. His body rolled all the way under the mast and his head hit the crossbar heavily.

Loud's head was buzzing, and his clothes were soaked by the waves. After a while, he covered his waist and abdomen which were hurt by the fall and sat up. He looked up and asked the first mate beside him: "What's going on? Did we encounter a storm?"

However, the first mate did not respond to his inquiry. He stared blankly in the direction of the harbor and muttered to himself, "It's over, it's all over..."

"What's over?" Lord frowned in dissatisfaction.

Could it be that the battle at the dock has been decided and those wizards are all doomed?

Lord turned his head and looked over. After seeing the scene clearly, he couldn't help but gasp.

Only then did they realize that it was not just the wizards that were doomed, but the entire Harbor Town!

A huge dust cloud was floating up from above the city. The originally dark night sky was suddenly illuminated into a dazzling fiery red, as if something had torn apart the darkness.

The once prosperous and beautiful wharf has now turned into a pile of ruins, with thick smoke billowing up and surging heat waves sweeping up, burning the sky red, and dense rain of fire is falling from the huge dust cloud, forming a hellish scene.

Lord swallowed hard, his legs trembling slightly. Even though he was far away and couldn't see clearly what was happening on the dock, he understood that in the face of such power, the so-called Black Armored Guards and Vatican priests were not worth mentioning.

Could it be that he really had misjudged the other party, and that he was actually a great wizard who had hidden himself deeply? The magic that he had praised as "fireworks" was actually so terrifying... Lord wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The fall of a seaport city was indeed the most "gorgeous" sight he had ever seen.

"Mr. Lord, are we going back now?" a sailor asked stutteringly.

Then, before Lord could reply, a brilliant ray of death light shot out from the dock and hit the sea surface a hundred meters away, creating a wave dozens of meters high. The sailing ship shook violently again, and Lord immediately jumped up and shouted in fear.

"Return! Return immediately!"

The sailors on the ship hurriedly pulled the sails and adjusted the course, not daring to delay for a moment.

In everyone's eyes, this was undoubtedly a naked warning from the wizard! If they didn't return, the next spell would probably hit the ship directly!

Lord quickly changed into a set of decent clothes and tidied his appearance. Although his legs were still a little weak, he put on the most friendly smile on his face and prepared to meet the cruel wizard. He no longer mentioned the matter of chopping off his hands.

The strong man at the side pulled the boat rope hard, and was very glad that he had made a good judgment before. Fortunately, he did not chop it down just now, otherwise he would be the one to be chopped to death! (End of this chapter)