Ambrose shuttled back and forth among the desert pirates like a god of death. A desert pirate died every time he waved his long saber.

"Argh!"

Screams echoed above Soaring Eagle Fort, and the bright moon appeared stained with blood.

Ambrose was bathed in blood in less than ten minutes. Hundreds of desert pirates' dead bodies lay in front of him, almost forming a small mountain.

Damn it!

Tenoch trembled all over, sweating profusely, and his heart was filled with indescribable panic and despa