Outside the city, many pirates on the battlefield, gazing at the thundering cannon on the city walls, the guards all around the city, and the Thunder Dragons hovering in the sky, felt an indescribable sense of despair in their hearts. Compelled by this feeling, they started to put down their weapons one after another.
"This city can't be seized any longer. Mr. Ivita is the rightful king of our Cross Island," someone conceded.
"Carrying on with this fight will only lead to senseless death. I've seen with my own eyes my brother's arm get blown away by a cannon. Why should we act as cannon fodder? Attacking the Upper City Central Harbour has brought us no benefits! So what if the land-dwellers become our rulers? We can always leave Cross Island if need be, after all, a ruler is a ruler no matter who it is," another lamented.
A long-haired male pirate knelt forlornly on the ground, discarding his weapon. "We can't win. I surrender," he sighed.
