Chapitre 1136: Kazid Vs Lord Kite (Part-2)

From his elevated place near the ship's wheel, Kazid was able to quickly spot the state of Remus's men, and the sore sight stung his eyes.

Laid strewn all about the deck, in dotted groups of two and three were many of his comrades, their leaking blood and gore splattering the wooden deck in a dreary, rusty color, the fresh deadly wounds they had over the places proving themselves to be a macabre sight not even the skies to behold.

Most of the men were already dead or very close to it, with only the faintest of the twitching of the finger or perhaps the gentle, almost imperceptible swaying of the chest betraying their lively state.

Looking at Remus's deck felt like looking at dollops of blue paint scattered on a wooden canvas, from which oozed a deadly, blackish liquid, tainting the drop and the life held within.

"Bastards!" Kazid could not help but instinctively spit out this small curse with gritted teeth, his eyes quickly turning furious.