Chapitre 1360: Crimson Sword Pirates

"Keep shadowing them without giving ourselves away. We must not be detected until they reach the ambush site!" The owner of the voice was gruff and firm, giving away a telltale sign of his profession.

Due to all the yelling the job entitled, almost every sailor tended to develop a deep, raspy tone, the throat having been repeatedly 'broken' and then 'reformed'.

"Bu… but father, that's an entire army! Just look at their numbers!" The 'son' however remained unconvinced of their route and tried to convince his father otherwise, "There must be at least a hundred, maybe even two hundred ships. We will be cut down to the last man before we can even board a single ship!" 

And the man was undoubtedly right.

With roughly 20,000 men as an escort, Alexander was virtually untouchable. You needed a force of similar parity to even have a chance of seeing him.

"Just listen and do what I say!" However, the father remained adamant and boomed with a thunderous roar.