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nSmoke! Smoke! Smoke!

nWhy was there so much smoke on his ships?

nCould it be?

nThe ships… The ships were all compromised!

nAboard the ships, the smoke was so fierce! Yet, the ships were sailing away from the shores!

nThat’s right.

nTheir Morg ships were leaving!

nBut Red Beard knew it couldn’t be his men leaving without him.

nSon of a b**ch!

nHis eyes grew bloodshot red, and his hands trembled with rage.

nThese weasels… These thieving villains called Baymardians dared to threaten their Morg slaves to sail their ships away?

nVagabonds!

nWhat Impetus!

nRed Beard stared at the scene and was going crazy. However, this didn’t stop him from giving it everything he had.

nAlright… Alright…

nSince they wanted to block all paths of fleeing, then they asked for it!

nHe, Red Beard, would fight to his very last drop, taking down as many Baymardians as he could.

n“Everyone! Break!… Break in for me!”

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