"Wait, just wait for the storm to come,"

The violent wind blew the muscles on her face to some extent. Wen Lin held the map and stared calmly ahead.

Suddenly, a fleet appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Twenty ships, no more or less, with obvious eagle patterns on the hull, the largest ship in the middle, and a few red-robed bishops faintly visible on the deck.

Eggers clenched his back molars silently, and a strong sense of excitement burst out of his blood.

Was it the ship that came to ambush the Holy See?

When the people next to him saw Eggers' appearance, they secretly said that it was not good. As long as he encountered the Holy See, Eggers would be like crazy.

Before entering the narrow channel, the fleet had to line up and enter one by one.

The five red-clothed archbishops came out, and the prestige of the Holy Court protected them from encountering pirates along the way.

In other words, the pirates avoided them when they saw them from a distance.

A Holy See fleet is obviously not easy to mess with.

As soon as the ship carrying the bishop entered the channel, Wen Lin immediately launched a bright fuse.

Whether it was outside or inside the channel, the Holy See was severely attacked, and the arrows and spears caught them off guard.

A group of people on the small paddle boat dived into the bottom of the water at some point, groped under the enemy ship, cut the anchor cable without hesitation, and destroyed the rotating structure of the rudder under the water.

The unsuspecting papal ships were thrown into brief confusion.

Suddenly, someone found that the ship could not turn forward, and dozens of Holy See ships had to be stuck in the channel, unable to enter or retreat.

Vessels outside the channel were blocked at the entrance and could only be in a hurry.

The bishops, who had never expected to be attacked, hid in the cabin one after another, and Wen Lin climbed up quietly in the chaos.

The attack from the top of the head, no matter how powerful the Paladins are, there is no room for them to play. They have to fight back with feather arrows, with little success.

Wen Lin pressed against the outermost deck, broke the window and rolled in.

Five, one more and one less, all in the same room.

Wen Lin's movements were as fast as ghosts, and the precise coordination of the dagger and the long sword instantly eliminated the six guards around her.

The bishops started calling for the guards in shock. Wen Lin took a few leaps and tied no one with ropes.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the Holy See guards, Wen Lin held a long knife across the bishop's neck and swaggered to the deck.

"Stop me all,"

Everyone followed the prestige, and suddenly stopped, only to see that the holy and dust-free bishops were dragged out in a very embarrassed manner.

A dirty rag was also stuffed into his mouth, and he fell on the deck without any manners, whimpering.

Someone on the side scolded, "Sinful heresy, you are blaspheming the messenger of God, God's wrath and punishment will fall on you,"

What followed was constant prayers and swearing.

With a disdainful chuckle, Wen Lin pulled out a piece of cloth at random, and the movements in her hands were at the same time with force, and a blood trail dripped down the edge of the sword.

"Let them all lay down their weapons or you'll all die,"

Wen Lin's whole body was covered in a black cloak, her hair and face were tightly wrapped. After she made a sound, the people of the Holy Court were shocked that it was a woman.

Beads of sweat rolled down his pale face, and there were stabbing pains on his neck. The bishop looked resentful and said unwillingly, "You will fall into the territory, and only by putting down your sword will you have a chance to be saved."

Wen Lin expressionlessly increased the strength in her hands, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Stop, I said," the voice was hoarse and old, mixed with a roar of fear, extremely mournful.

"All lay down your weapons, all put down,"

Wen Lin waved her hand, and at the same time, a long rope was thrown down from above, and the knights in ambush slid down and started searching non-stop.

The golden scepters of the bishops, the silver exhortations, the Gospels with golden gems in their casings...

Almost all valuables that could be taken were seized.

The people of the Holy Court looked at everything that happened in front of them in surprise, they were furious, and they could do nothing.

The bishops watched in horror at what was happening in front of them. A group of masked pirates stopped their ships and took everything that could be taken away.

After a few violent grunts, the popular fainted.

After all the others were evacuated, Wen Lin pushed the five bishops into the sea without any hesitation.

When everyone was stunned, Wen Lin pulled up a rope, jumped up, and quickly disappeared.

Everything was absurd and didn't really happen, but the embarrassment and chaos in front of them reminded them that everything was real.

The rescued bishops were furious and furious,

"Go after, catch up, let the boats outside catch up, take back what's been taken away,"

The Liberty appeared in the distance, and the Vatican's ship reacted and chased after it.

Perseveringly following behind the Liberty, Wen Lin gave a loud order and turned to the "wreck".

Pete shouted excitedly, "Let those idiots follow,"

The aftertaste of the battle stimulated the knights, who were holding the trophies in their hands and looking flushed at the Vatican ships behind them.

The heavy breathing indicated an unquenchable excitement. Just how did Bach and the others climb up the rocky reef, and what were those strangely shaped iron objects used for climbing.

Could it be so easy to win more with less?

Immediately, the gazes of the knights towards Wen Lin became hot.

The only regret may be that it was too easy to win. As soon as someone said this, they were beaten on the head by their companions.

"Fool, do you have to bleed to death to feel happy?"

...

The wind was blowing stronger and stronger, and everyone's emotions became more and more boiling.

The Liberty always kept a distance from the Vatican's ships, and the sea in front of it was full of white waves, which was a symbol of dense reefs.