Chapter 39 The Battle of Rome

Acardo looked at McVlon and said, "Be careful, don't show your ability. If your sister knows about this, the next time she has this opportunity, the person who stays on the Black Pearl will not be Quint but you."

"Hey." McVaron smiled, went to the elf and put on a relaxed posture, smiled and said to the elf, "Come on, come here."

When the elf saw McVlon's careless posture, they thought they had found an opportunity and launched an attack first. The exquisite elf sword in his hand scratched the snake-like action and stabbed McVron's shoulder. Arcado looked at the sword with a surprised expression in his eyes. It turned out that this elf was still a master of swords.

When he expected to kill McVlon's elf sword with a fast attack and saw that he was about to stab McVlon, McVlon deftly flier to the right and avoided the elf's sword. Several years of black fists were not in vain. The underground black fists were an endless fierce battle. The rich life-fighting experience made the tall Mc Walloon react abnormally. Rapid.

The elf saw a trick, changed the angle of the sword in his hand and hit it diagonally to McVlon's waist. This sword is extremely vicious. Once it is hit, McVlon must have died.

McVlon suddenly rushed forward, cut into the elf's chest quickly, punched straight into the elf's chest, and kicked the elf's knee with his left leg with the sound of wind. It seemed that McVlon was inspired by the elf's deadly attack, so he also used a vicious trick that caused people to be disabled people.

The male elf immediately gave up the offensive, withdrew his sword, blocked his chest with his left hand, and removed 80% of McVlon's fist strength back. With McVlon's boxing wind, he quickly retreated from McVlon's attack range, moved his feet first, and also avoided the foot that was enough to break his knees.

This fierce attack made the elves a little unprepared. He did not expect that this tower-like man would have such agile skills, and the fierce attack did not fail at all. That casual stop was definitely a manifestation of strength. This man did have the capital to stand there at will.

"Gavin, the captain of the original elf coastal patrol team." The male elf was waving his sword and saying solemnly.

"Black Pearl, McVlon is me." McVlon said loudly. After saying that, he also bowed his fists and made a fighting posture. The attack just now made him know that the elf in front of him was an opponent that could not be despised.

Then the two slowly approached, and no one refused to move first, looking for each other's flaws and trying to defeat each other in one fell swoop.

Acado did not have the bad habit of watching a large circle in the movies of his previous life. He quietly commanded the army of sailors and blacksmiths to surround the remaining elves. The elflings of the dragons never thought that they were surrounded before the duel was over. Soon, under the leadership of Arcado, he took the lead in sneaking on the black treasure. The crew of the Pearl bullied one and pressed the elves on the beach.

With the advantage of the number of people, he also took the lead in sneaking attacks, and was also cut by several blacksmiths by these elves. If it hadn't been for Arcado's rich combat experience, digging pits, raising sand, holding legs and other sinister tricks, it is estimated that more than 20 people may not be the opponents of these elves, which also fully illustrates that these The strong combat effectiveness of an elf regular army.

"Despicable!" A female elf said angrily, "How can you sneak up? The duel is not over yet."

While tying up the prisoner, Arcado smiled and said, "We didn't promise you to fight. The big man just went to your captain to fight one-on-one. We hit us, and they beat them. All we can say that you can't beat us. How can we be despicable?"

After saying that, he smiled and asked several sailors to go to the group of villagers to learn about the current situation of Rome Island. The rest of the people, holding these captured elves, surrounded McVlon and the male elves who were still duel.

Seeing that all his people were captured in the afterglow, the male elf launched an attack angrily. The long sword was like a poisonous snake, close to McVallon's figure, and sometimes even scratched McVallon's skin.

McVlon dodged and avoided all deadly sword moves. His body seemed to be embarrassed, but it was just abrasions.

The more the elf fights, the more anxious they become. He knows that his companions have been captured. If he is defeated, he will face a terrible end. He thinks of the possibility that he and others will be sold to the human world, which can only be described as despair. So his sword is getting faster and faster. Although it is faster, it lacks accuracy, which makes McVlon more embarrassed, but there is no fatal danger.

At this time, McVlon also knew that other elves had been captured alive, so he was more relaxed and free, and the fight was getting smoother and smoother. Several counterattacks made the opposite elves confused, and he also successfully hit the elf's left shoulder, making the elf's offensive posture more and more unnatural.

The two of them came and went with each other and fought for an hour. At this time, both of them were out of breath and a little exhausted.

Just as the elf's movements gradually slowed down due to physical strength, McVlon suddenly started and instantly approached the elf at an agile speed. The elf secretly shouted and waved his sword to defend. The pain on his left shoulder slowed the elf's movements in an instant. The retreated sword did not appear in its right position. McVaron took the opportunity to slap the guard of the sword, tilted the sword, and punched the elf's chest with another fist.

This punch was quite solid, and the violent shaking of the internal organs made blood ooze from the corners of the elf's mouth. The long sword was just hit by McVallon's palm, and fell on the beach not far away because it was hit. The elf stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground. He endured the pain and got up to pick up his sword. Arcado and Morgan quickly came forward. Before the elf named Gavin got up, they pressed him on the ground and tied them into dumplings.

Historians jokingly called this war the first battle on Rome Island, McValong vs. Gavin.

Acardo, who had already thought about his lines, came to these eight prisoners, with a bad smile like his sign, and said loudly in front of many villagers: "In view of your attack on us, I will kill you..." Arcado pointed to the elf Gavin and continued: "Sell other elves to the Holy Empire."

"Sir, I beg you to let go of my people. I am willing to be your slave." Gavin said painfully.

"Mr. Gavin, you have no right to ask me to do anything as a prisoner of war." Arcado whispered, "You are going to be executed. What else can you exchange?" Later, McVaron and old Tom couldn't help laughing, and the other crew members also blushed. They knew that Arcado was completely scaring the elf, but they couldn't say it clearly, so they tried their best to stop laughing.

"I! Gavin will voluntarily sign a master-servant contract with you to become your most loyal servants. They will also do their best to serve you. I will lead them to submit to you. As long as you don't sell them to slave traders, I promise they will listen to you. Gavin said anxiously.