The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

"What do you mean by subordinates, when did we become your subordinates, and why should we be your subordinates?" Stoloberry asked.

"Just because I am better than you! Just because I will become the admiral of the navy, you will be my capable generals sooner or later!" Vidal was not polite, and blatantly stated his goal.

The whole person looks like a sophomore in middle school, a young navy with his brain full of blood and dreams.

His words are not just for the two people below...

"marshal?"

The generals sitting in the highest conference room of the Navy Headquarters were also surprised by Vidal's high-profile declaration, especially the steel bone Kong who is the current marshal.

"Hahahahaha!" Marshal Kong raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of appreciation, and he exclaimed, "What a boy! What a dream!"

I saw this muscular old man with gray hair staring closely at Vidal's young, handsome, flamboyant and proud face in the image.

"I'm waiting for the day you become the Marshal!"

Warring States also felt that Vidal had a very high spirit, at least with his personality, he would not say such things blatantly.

Even if his goal is the position of marshal.

Because he feels that there is really no one in the current navy who is more suitable to be a marshal than himself, so he takes this as a responsibility on him.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, Steel Gukong glanced lightly at Zhan Guo, who was sitting first on the left, and secretly said: "He also really wants to, and he has been sitting in this position for too long."

He is seventy-six years old this year, and his body is not as good as before. Although there is no disease, it does not affect normal activities.

But I also know that once encountering a high-level fierce battle, there will definitely be some problems in all aspects.

"What! Marshal?"

Gumir and Stoloberg at the scene were equally astonished, with such a big tone, the latter snorted coldly, and took two steps forward with two knives in hand.

"Then let me experience it and see where you have the courage to boast so much!"

Vidal smiled, glanced at the twelve criminals below, and ordered them to step aside and wait, then disappeared in place after speaking, and appeared in the field in an instant.

When the distance between him and Stoloberg and Gumir suddenly narrowed, an invisible and colorless aura erupted from his body, but subconsciously his heart tightened, and his hair stood on end!

What is domineering?

According to what that Pluto Raleigh said in the future, domineering is the inherent potential power of people in this world.

Momentum, murderousness, fighting spirit, ambition, ambition, in short, is to manipulate these feelings from the bottom of the heart, and turn the will into one's own weapons and armor.

Therefore, any person who has successfully cultivated domineering will exude an invisible but real aura once he becomes serious.

The higher the strength of this breath, the stronger the mind and the stronger it will be.

But only those who have become domineering can control the distribution and restraint of momentum, like Sakaski is completely out of control now.

Gumir and Stoloberg had a kind of feeling at this time, a beast suddenly appeared in front of them, bringing them an infinite sense of danger!

This is the first time that Vidal has shown his aura to the fullest. He has always had a gentle personality and doesn't like to overwhelm others with power.

But this time is different, this time is the first time to show his strength and courage to his future subordinates!

For the first time, you must leave the biggest impression on the other party.

"Come on, Stoloberg, let me see your size." The smile on Vidal's face disappeared, and he was really serious.

"call--"

Stoloberg took a deep breath to suppress the tension in his heart caused by the momentum, and Gumir beside him did not expect Vidal to change so much.

"It turns out that in the fight back then, let alone put all his strength, didn't he even take it seriously?" Gumier sighed inwardly.

"Up!"

Stoloberg didn't think about it any more, and felt that it would be more comfortable to fight directly.

"shave!"

Stoloberg flashed directly behind Vidal and slashed with a vertical knife with his right hand, although he didn't know why he didn't dare to charge forward.

[click, bang——]

The ground suddenly split open, and a thick tree grew out of the breach, pushing Stoloberg into the air while blocking the knife light.

Stoloberg's face changed and he hurriedly stepped on the "moon steps" to stabilize his figure in mid-air, but immediately found dense branches rushing towards him.

The two knives in his hands launched a fierce attack on all those who approached. It has to be said that his swordsmanship is indeed superb.

Although it can't be said that the water can't be poured in, it shouldn't be a problem if the needles can't go in, but the problem is that Vidal's tree is not an ordinary tree, and it is not so easy to cut down.

"Your opponent is me, not a tree."

Vidal appeared behind him at some point, his tall body blocked the sunlight in the sky, forming a large shadow that enveloped Stoloberg.

"When? Not good!"

【boom! 】

A heavy hand knife hit Stoloberg's left shoulder, and Stoloberg seemed to have suddenly endured several times the gravity, turning into a black shadow and falling straight down, smashing a pit.

Stoloberg was spitting blood, and was smeared by a cloud of yellow earth, but none of these could compare to the sharp pain in his shoulder.

"Gumir, you should go up together." Vidal slowly fell from the air onto the thick trunk of the big tree.

"A swordsman has the pride of a swordsman." Gumier shook his head as he watched Stoloberg struggling to get up from the pit.

"He doesn't want to join forces with others for the first time, and now he has understood the huge gap in strength, so..."

Gumir walked up to Stoloberg with two long knives, faced Vidal standing on top together, and said, "I will fight side by side with him next!"

The latter covered his right shoulder and pursed his lips without refusing.

"Not bad." Vidal looked down at the two resolute swordsmen condescendingly, "But even if you join hands, how many trees can you deal with?"

"Um?"

Before Gumir and Stoloberg could understand this sentence, five lush trees rose up around them again, encircling them in the middle.

This startled the two subconsciously opened their mouths, but Vidal stopped chatting with them.

All the branches on the six big trees rioted, turning into strips of green afterimages with a hasty sound of breaking through the air, shooting out like a rain of arrows.

In desperation, Gumir and Stoloberg were forced to swing their two knives crazily, and joined hands to create a shadow of swords, lights and swords above their heads to protect themselves.

It was obviously just a confrontation between steel knives and branches, but there was the sound of clanging gold and iron, and countless sparks bloomed wantonly in the mid-air.

But when they were trying their best to deal with the siege of the trees, Vidal's mind was not on them, because he noticed that those trash were dishonest.

It turned out that some of the twelve criminals saw the fierce fighting here, and felt that Vidal would ignore them for a while.

There were two more courageous guys, each fleeing in one direction, and the others were a little hesitant when they saw this scene.

But immediately the fate of those two people was like a basin of cold water extinguishing the hope that had just come alive in their hearts.

I saw that the two of them hadn't run far, and I didn't know whether it was from inside or outside the prison uniform. In short, green light spots emerged from behind.

When the brightness of the light spot reached its peak, a large area of ​​vine-like thorns covered with thorns suddenly grew out, wrapping the whole person tightly from top to bottom, leaving only one head intact.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"It hurts! It hurts! No! Don't!!"