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Lenas had a premonition that she would run into that dangerous pirate again sooner or later.

"Is that so? Among those pirates, there are still some who catch your eye."

Prince Verrian was slightly surprised, but he then said, "But I think... let's put these things aside for later, Linas. I've found what I'm looking for."

The petite girl was taken aback at first, then her expression turned to incredulous surprise, "...Your Highness, you really found immortality..."

"Shhh."

Prince Verrian put a finger to his lips. "That's why I want to go back... Otherwise, why would I want to see my annoying brothers and sisters?"

"Hehehe, only you would dare to say such a thing, Your Highness."

Lenas smiled. "Alright, in that case, let's hurry up and set off."

After saying that, Lenas turned to her deputy and said, "Tell Hillnas to withdraw his troops. Forget about those pirates and come to the dock to meet up."

"We are about to escort His Highness back to his country."

……

The mansion of Big Tooth, the former right-hand man of the Pirate King, in the city's slums.

Ye Xiao, Decali, Big Tooth, and the two legendary pirate orcs Ye Xiao had just recruited, "Big Guy" Francis and "Black Hand" Henry Morgan, were sitting around a round table.

"Um... Brother Ye, are you serious? You can't be lying to your buddy, can you?"

Decali's face was full of worry, for he, a dignified Templar Commander representing light and justice, was now involved in a plan he never imagined he would be involved in—

To assassinate Prince Aslan.

"Of course, do you think I'm joking?"

Ye Xiao glanced at Decari, "He is the key backup plan for the Dark Shepherds to deal with Aslan. We must take care of him here."

"I know, that's not what I meant..."

Dekari was pondering how to subtly convey that Ye Xiao seemed like a conman who liked to deceive people.

Last time he claimed to be protecting Agnes, but then that second young lady turned him into a monster; later he claimed to be a Templar Knight, but then he used the name of a demon god from hell to unleash forbidden magic at a pirate stronghold...

Although it seems that this guy's actions are mostly correct, it's still hard to feel at ease with him.

“Brother Decari, you are a Templar Knight who symbolizes justice. Are you going to cower in fear just because the cult controls the royal family of Aslan?”

"No, not at all, it's just..."

"Do you still remember the oath you swore to the Holy Light? Now that you've retreated, do you think you're worthy of the ambitious and spirited person you once were?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, alright?"

Dekali sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"Nothing."

Ye Xiao put his legs up on the table and said, "Brother Decari, you really don't need to get involved directly. You still have the identity of a knight of the Boromeo family, and it wouldn't be good for you to directly get involved and expose your identity."

"You're making it sound like I'm some kind of undercover agent planted in the church."

Decali was speechless.

"Indeed, but you'll have to be responsible for picking us up."

Ye Xiao added, "The pirates have already obtained intelligence that the Freeport Army, the Holy Temple Boromeo family, and Aslan's three armies will escort Prince Verian from the city lord's mansion to the port. The defenses will be extremely tight."

As Ye Xiao spoke, Wu He walked over and spread a topographical map of the free port on the table.

"According to Wu He's analysis, with the three armed forces providing close escort in the city, the surrounding streets will be cleared out. Not to mention suspicious people, even a cockroach would have a hard time getting close, so there is basically no way to break through."

"Once we board the ship, they will set sail immediately. Once at sea, the entire Aslan Legion's defenses will be airtight, leaving us no chance whether we infiltrate or launch a direct attack."

"Therefore, the moment the prince arrives at the port will be our only chance. The Holy Church and the Free Port Army will be waiting at the dock to receive him, and the Aslan Navy will send troops to the ships to prepare for departure."

"Hmm... But boss, given the port's defenses, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to deploy manpower there."

Morgan then spoke up, "I see that the docks have been staffed entirely by familiar people who have worked there for more than five years. Except for Aslan's ship, all ships are suspended during this time and are prohibited from entering or leaving. The guards have even set up a cordon that stretches for more than ten miles."

"That's true, so we first need to make a small commotion to attract the attention of the port garrison."

Ye Xiao nodded.

"Well, it's easier said than done. Who will be the bait? At this critical time, both the Holy Temple and the Aslans are probably on high alert."

Dekari waved his hand, then noticed that everyone at the table was looking at him.

After about two seconds of silence, Dekari belatedly twitched his lips and said, "Damn, hurry up and let me do this, okay?"

Chapter 116 Assassination Operation

The time came to noon.

The residents of Freeport had probably never seen such a solemn farewell ceremony.

From the city lord's mansion to the docks, all the buildings and shops along the way were cleared out, and patrolling guards filled the streets and alleys. In the sky, an eagle bound by the sorcerer Aslan's pact watched every corner of the city with wide eyes.

Guards lined the streets and rooftops, and at least two of the city’s most elite dwarf crossbowmen were stationed on every slightly taller house and tower.

Knights of the Holy Temple Boromeo family, clad in silver armor and riding white horses, led the way, while Freeport dwarf infantry in heavy black iron armor guarded the flanks.

Behind them, the Aslan Legion stood in a long procession, while Prince Verian's luxurious carriage was pulled by eight pure white horses. The banner flying high on the carriage was embroidered with a griffin entwined with ivy—symbolizing the majesty and glory of the Aslan royal family.

The month-long kidnapping of the prince is about to come to an end. Lord Torred, the Second Legion Commander of Aslan, Lenas, the eldest daughter of the Boromeo family, Theresa, and the three army leaders rode side by side to protect the royal carriage.

At this final and crucial moment, no one wants any unexpected complications.

Fortunately, the journey from the city lord's mansion to the port went smoothly. There were no suspicious people, and even curious citizens were blocked off the route of the convoy from the street away, unable to even catch a glimpse of it.

As the carriage slowly entered the port under escort, the usually arrogant Linas, riding on horseback, glanced at the tall girl beside her, gave a rare slight nod, and said thank you.

"Theresa Boromeo, the Aslan royal family owes you a favor."

"You can express your gratitude after ensuring His Highness the Prince's safe boarding."

Theresa replied casually.

This guy is also a superior who is arrogant all year round. He and Linas are like two icebergs that have met. If it weren't for this unexpected cooperation, they probably wouldn't have been able to have a conversation.

Without another word, Linas pulled on the reins and led her horse to catch up with Prince Verrian's carriage.

And it was at this moment that a loud bang suddenly came.

"what sound!?"

The captain of the guards under Lenas spoke in surprise, only to see thick smoke billowing into the sky from the warehouse area not far away, and several crows spreading their wings and flying out of the smoke, each holding a small black ball in its claws.

As the crows flew over the convoy, at the same time, the warplanes patrolling in the air also changed direction, screeching as they swooped down on the flock of crows, engaging in a fierce battle in the air.

The crows were no match for the professionally trained Aslan eagles, and were quickly pecked into countless feathers.

But the black balls they were holding also fell, raining down on the crowd.

"Enemy attack! Activate!"

At Lenas's command, the Aslan sorcerers guarding the carriage raised their scepters in unison, and an emerald green shield instantly enveloped the entire caravan, turning it upside down onto the ground.

The small black balls struck the protective shield, causing an explosion, but it did not cause much damage. Instead, it emitted thick black smoke, forming a smoke screen that covered a large area.

"Summon Wind Spell, dispel the smoke!"

Captain Aslan immediately gave the order that these simple tactical adjustments did not require Lena to give personal commands.

But before the sorcerers could chant, black swamps began to appear on the ground shrouded in smoke, as if seeping water.

The next moment, countless black tentacles grew out of it, like a dark forest suddenly rising and spreading from the entire port, slapping hard against the protective cover next to the carriage.

This caused the sorcerers maintaining the magic circle to stagger and fall, and cracks appeared in the emerald green light shield, which was on the verge of breaking.

"What the hell are these things??"

The captain of the guard had never seen those strange tentacles before. His eyes widened, and he ordered the guards beside the carriage to shoot arrows at the strange tentacles.

This naturally has little effect on those tentacles. Even enchanted arrows, when they explode with fire or lightning upon hitting, can only destroy a small section before quickly growing back.

Lenas frowned slightly at the bizarre scene and was about to adjust her tactics when a dazzling holy light suddenly pierced through the thick smoke.

However, Theresa led the Templars in from the outer edge of the harbor. The golden light from their swords was indeed effective against these strange tentacles; a mere sweep was enough to sever them by the roots.

Even so, countless more tentacles continue to grow from the ground, seemingly endless.

Theresa's expression was grave. She led her horse to the outside of the emerald green protective barrier and shouted to Lenas inside, "It's those damned Darkseers! Quickly escort His Highness onto the ship, the dwarves and I will clear the way for you!"

The "dwarves" she referred to were naturally the Freeport army. These soldiers, clad in heavy black iron armor, quickly joined the battle. Rows of them held dark iron pipes, pulled the triggers, and several surging streams of fire shot out, converging into waves of flame that instantly burned away patches of muddy tentacles.

Having fought against the Dark Templars in the Shattered Stone Mountains, Theresa and the dwarves have developed many ways to deal with these tentacles.

Although Ayra's tentacles and the summoning methods and sources of the Dark Shepherds are somewhat different, they are indeed similar in nature.

Upon hearing this, Lenas stopped letting her army waste time fighting the endless tentacles and directed the convoy to continue its journey through the port.

But at that very moment, a command arrow flashing red emitted a sharp buzzing sound that pierced the sky. Taking advantage of the moment when the military forces around the dock were concentrated on clearing away the tentacles, a group of people dressed in different outfits broke through the blockade from outside the harbor and forced their way in.

"pirate!?"

Through the wisps of smoke, Lenas spotted the enemy fighting the patrol in the distance and immediately recognized their attire.

Weren't these guys trapped inside the cave before? How come they're out so quickly?

Lenas was surprised. Aslan's forces had withdrawn from the sea, so they would naturally arrive at the port soon.

How did this group of pirates, who had no ships and relied solely on their own two feet to trek back to the city from the Shattered Rock Mountains, manage to return at the same speed as the others?

In the midst of the melee, a tall, thin man in a black trench coat among the pirates immediately caught Linas's attention. He moved nimbly through the defensive line of dwarf soldiers with just a sword, easily carving out an opening.

It's that guy again!?

Lenas gritted her teeth, the scene of being blasted into a humiliating mess by the enemy's fire at the pirate stronghold resurfacing in her mind.

That damned pirate, it seems he's not done with Aslan.

If escorting the prince wasn't the primary task at hand, Linas would have even considered leading her troops out to crush that guy to dust.

Chapter 117 The Great Melee

"Are these pirates insane?!"

Lord Torred of Freeport City hid in the distance, holding a monocular telescope and watching incredulously.

Although he was also a dwarf, his years as a city lord had left him with a large belly and little will to fight. At this time, he could only stay outside the dock under the protection of his personal guard and dared not make any rash moves.

The pirates, driving a fleet of wagons, launched their first attack, catching the dock guards off guard. But it was only the first wave that was fierce.

If they fail to reach Prince Aslan's carriage in one fell swoop at the beginning, they will soon be bogged down and surrounded by the combined forces of dwarves and the Holy Temple from all directions.

Not to mention the large Aslan army protecting the carriage layer by layer. Apart from the tentacles rising from the ground that might cause some trouble, the chaos at the scene posed almost no threat to Prince Verrian.

"By the way, where are the musketeers and crossbowmen we deployed?"

Torred watched, then suddenly asked in confusion, "Shouldn't we open fire to suppress those pirates?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of musket shots fired, creating a sudden explosion that echoed through the sky like firecrackers.

From the high-rise buildings near the port, a dense barrage of stray bullets, trailing fiery tails, rained down upon the chaotic battlefield.

But instead of targeting the attacking pirates, they aimed at the rear of the Holy Temple army that was already fighting the pirates.

The crackling sounds were accompanied by bursts of blood. These bullets were specially designed armor-piercing bullets, designed to penetrate armor and the protection of holy light. A volley of bullets felled a row of Templar Knights.

"what……?"

Torred was stunned when he saw this through his telescope. He moved the lens slightly and immediately met the gaze of Theresa, who was glaring at him angrily.

"No!? My lord, I didn't give that order!!"

Torred was sweating profusely and speechless.

He turned his gaze toward the tower in confusion, only to find that the dwarven crossbowmen and gunners responsible for the long-range defenses on the upper floors had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few figures wearing black cloaks and carrying long muskets flashing by on the rooftop and in the windows.

Torred never imagined that on the very top of the tower he was looking at, the great pirate Henry Morgan was crouching on the rooftop, his long-barreled musket resting against the low wall, aiming every shot at the Templars below.

"Everyone, just be careful not to hit someone in the head and kill them instantly. Let the priests put more effort into saving people."

At his feet lay an unconscious dwarf crossbowman. From this vantage point, one could see that the high-ranking dwarf outposts in the surrounding area had all been silently taken over by these pirates.

The suppressive fire from the high ground put increasing pressure on the Holy Temple's army. Meanwhile, "Ye Xiao" and the big guy Francis, despite being heavily surrounded, charged towards the inside like mad dogs.