As mentioned before, for most Druchi, the call of the sea is a very sacred thing, but for Druchi, there is no such thing as an ominous statement for women to board a ship. Female Druchi will never do it. Give up the pursuit and desire for the sea!
In the history of Druchi, there are many legendary female captains and admirals, such as Karonde Carl's female night governor Kira, Leshikiel of the Fallen Heart family, and Elmir who is not considered a legend now. Wait, these role models continue to inspire female druchis to go to the sea.
Drathil Bloodscar from Krakarond stood at the wheel facing the cold wind and waves of the Southern Hemisphere. It was already April, and it was the autumn season in the Southern Hemisphere. The cold wind blew out on her face. A ball of delicate ice crystals. Despite her several layers of protection, the icy wind blew into her skin, and she felt like the white ice was covering her sea dragon hide cloak and the toes of her boots, but she was undeterred by the roar of the wind. .
The helmsman beside Delasier gripped the wheel tightly, trying to imitate the captain's example.
As Captain of a Plunder Ship, as the only law on board! Drasil could not show any weakness, for weakness would cause the crew to follow her like wolves from the commoner class of Druchi to the captain of a plundering ship.
At the top of the mast of the plunderer, stood four Druchi sailors, standing in pairs. One group used telescopes to scan the horizon of Lustria's beach and the jungle in the distance, while the other group observed what was ahead. sea conditions and possible enemies, and also pay attention to signals from the sky.
A tall Druchi sailor, holding a heavy boarding spear, stood at the edge of the stair railing. As the first mate, he kept watching the sailors' every move.
The boatswain also walked up and down the deck, watching every Druchi sailor to ensure that the sailors could accurately complete the tasks assigned by the captain.
On the starboard side, a group of pirates with many scars on their faces patrolled in an orderly manner. They looked at the uninvited guests on the ship with wary and aggressive eyes like old seals, but when the uninvited guests walked aside, they let them pass.
Drasil raised her head and looked far ahead with sharp eyes. When she felt the trembling of the ship's hull and the twisting of the gaff sail above her head, she could accurately assess the changes in the sea and feel the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan. of anger.
The uninvited guest raised his head and saw that Dracier's face was covered with traces of close combat, and sneered softly. She had extremely rich combat experience, and she judged at the first glance that these scars were intentional. , deliberately showing Dracier's strength, but in her view it was extremely fragile.
Dracier felt that the uninvited guest who had boarded the ship yesterday was observing her, and she followed the uninvited guest's every move with the same concentration as she observed the wind direction, tide, and other marauders around the ship. After a while, she walked slowly on the deck, leaning towards the uninvited guest who had arrived on her ship.
"In this day and age, everything! Women can sail with ships, but there are still very few female captains. If I were to go it alone, even with my reputation, I would have a hard time finding a team." The uninvited guest looked at her and came to her Dracier in front sighed and said.
"I will do it! Admiral Dulias promised me that when the next batch of raiders in Krakarond is launched, I will form a fleet of raiders, and I will select the best sailors from all the fleets. "Drasier said with a smile, imagining the deepest dream in her mind.
"As a great captain, I will dye the ocean red! Just like Dastan and his sister Elmir did!"
Of course, Drasil did not say this sentence. As Dulu, who was born in Krakalond, Strange, she knew how Dastan and the cold-eyed family behind him became prosperous. When they went to the Black Ark Temple of Evil for a meeting, Admiral Dulias came to her and told her to be a candidate for the Black Ark Nagol. Of course, she was not the admiral of the Black Ark, but the captain of the plunder fleet. She happily agreed and said she wanted to..., but was rejected by the business-like Dulias.
After Dracier communicated with the uninvited guest for a while, she turned and walked towards the wheel, where she could watch everything on the ship and where she would direct the next battle.
Just then a faint cry came from the mast, and Drasil became immediately alert.
"Square sail! The galleon of those monkeys!"
"Blow the horn! Issue a call to arms! Full the gaff sail!"
Under the command of Delasier, the plundering ship responded quickly, and the plundering ship was like a A wild horse breaks free and rushes into the rolling waves.
As the battle horn blew on the plundering ship, the deck under the uninvited guests almost immediately trembled. Sailors and pirates on the sail rigging jumped up and down. Druchi kept pouring out of the hatch leading below. These Druchi armed with spears, short blades, shields and crossbows either stood in a tight formation on the deck and were waiting, or ran to the canvas covering the Reaper ballista, or carried a bundle of Bundle of crossbow arrows.
After a while, the uninvited guests heard the echo of the horn making a terrifying cry in the wind. The fleet of vanguard plunderers attached to the Black Ark Temple of Evil and the Tower of Divine Bless Evil responded to the call for battle, and the gaffing sails were lowered one after another. Accelerate towards the target.
For a time, countless black-sailed plundering ships on the sea rushed toward the target like shadows. The black sails of these plundering ships stood tall and fluttered in the wind, as if they were flags of death.
The fleet of plunderers is as powerful as a rainbow. They are like a group of hungry beasts, eager for loot and the glory of victory. The black sails roared in the cold wind, as if announcing their ambition and cruelty to the entire ocean. In this endless black sail, every plundering ship is a ruthless murderer. They rush towards the target without mercy, ready to take everything away, bringing a wave of destruction and fear.
"Another ship has appeared!" the lookout sailor on the mast shouted, and then looked towards the sea line. Soon, the masts of ships appeared one after another at the end of the sea line. He then shouted excitedly, "No! Yes! A whole fleet! A whole fleet!"
Sailing north along the Lustrian coast was a vast fleet, a tattered, ramshackle mix of ships from nearly every corner of the world. All seafaring nations in the world, and from all eras, but ships covered in algae and rotting planks still sailed at breakneck speeds.
Captain Drejka appeared with Luther Harken's death fleet. At this time, he was pacing on the deck of his ship Desolation. After receiving the news, he strode to the bow of the ship and carefully looked at Dulu who appeared in front of him. Strange fleet.
Just two days ago, news of attacks came one after another across the entire Vampire Coast. From the Xingo River in the north to the Serpent Islands in the south, there were attacks by a huge army of lizardmen on land, and Druchi's attack on the sea. The Black Ark blocked the only exit from the Kuiweizha River to the vast ocean. Since his master Luther Harken could not wake up, he could only choose to lead the fleet entrenched at the mouth of the Kuiweizha River to break out to preserve his strength.
Drejka has been thinking about it for two days. He can't figure out why the lizard people would mobilize such an army to launch an attack, and at the same time there was a siege by Druchi on the sea. What a coincidence? He and Heijens absolutely didn't believe it. How could such a coincidence happen? He never figured out why the lizard man and Druch could work together.
Before Drejka could think too much, the deafening sound of the horn resounded throughout the sea area again, and with the black dragon swooping in the sky, the battle began.
The swooping black dragon dispersed the crumbling ferocious bats, and rushed towards the ship with thundering force in response to the zombie sailor's bullets. Breath full of poison spurted out, and the already shaky ship collapsed and rotted at a faster speed until it Completely disintegrated and disappeared on the sea.
Uncontrolled zombies began to jump off the ship, but the surrounding seawater was also corroded by the poisonous breath. These zombies who should have died long ago finally ushered in their fate at this moment.
The death fleet, which was lining up in a T-shaped formation, opened fire, and the sound of countless large-caliber carronade cannons resounded throughout the sea area.
A dot, an irregular sphere of rotten iron nubs, appeared on Drasil's raider, and soon more iron nubs appeared on her ship. The iron lump penetrated the fence and penetrated the sailors who were holding up their shields to resist. The unfortunate sailor flew away in blood and internal organs. The iron lump plowed a broken track on the deck. The handrail of the stairs disappeared. At the same time, the handrail beside the The first mate also disappeared. The remaining iron knot penetrated the pirate's cloak, hit the breastplate, and threw the pirate's body into the air and into the embrace of the sea.
But the fleet of marauders withstood the hail of gunfire, and Druch remained unmoved as jets of water erupted in the waters around them, or fragments of wreckage swirled on the decks.
As the Death Fleet's small-aperture artillery fire was completed, apart from the roar and breath of the black dragon in the sky, the entire sea area fell into brief silence.
Dracier lowered her head and frowned at the iron bump embedded in the deck under her feet. The iron bump was as big as her chest. She did not try to kick the iron bump with her boots. If she couldn't kick it, she would be in trouble.
"Fire! Speed up! We will tell them who dominates this ocean and who is blessed by the ocean." Drasil, who no longer paid attention to the iron knot, looked at the black dragon's offensive and said with a smile, her scars covered A ferocious wolf-like smile appeared on her face, and she knew that the fleet in front of her had no chance to fire a second round of artillery.
The originally fast plundering ship became faster with the blessing of the wind direction and the sorceresses' spells. That round of caron cannon shooting should have been fired when the plundering ship fleet was closer.
Looking at the plundering ship that was already close at hand, and looking at the intensive and continuous ballistae attacks, Draka knew that there was a mistake in his command, but now it was too late to say anything, and he could only engage in hand-to-hand combat with those Druchi .
The sound of horns covered up the sound of muskets. The fleet of plundering ships was getting closer and closer to the death fleet. They were close enough to see clearly the ugly and hideous faces of the zombies, the hands that were still loading, and the stumbling and tattered bodies. body.
The pirates on Delasier's ship were making final preparations before jumping into gangs. The sailors who could still move were chanting prayers while dragging the injured sailors and pirates to the cabin below the deck, and throwing away the pieces of their companions. To the sea.
"Prepare for impact! Starboard!" Delasier roared, and she put her hands on the steering wheel to control it to adjust the direction before the final impact.
As Delasier's voice fell, a continuous crashing sound came from the starboard side. After hearing this, Druchi on the plundering ship desperately grabbed the rigging beside him to prevent himself from flying out.
The uninvited guest threw out his whip and hooked it on the fence. She could feel her intestines shrinking with the violent impact. She raised her head and looked over, only to see that the hit ship had been cut into two by the collision angle of the plunderer. In this section, the mast that lost its support smashed down uncontrollably, and seawater continued to pour into the hit ship. In an instant, the hit ship tilted significantly.
The plundering ship that rushed out did not leave directly under the control of Dracier, which would cause the ship to enter the concentrated fire attack of the death fleet's port side gunfire. After observing it, she decided to turn the rudder to the right again. She saw the gap. She decided to attach the boat directly to it.
With De La Siler's masterful maneuvering, the two ships became stuck, masts and sails tangled in each other's rigging. The Druchi quickly recovered from the impact and threw the boarding rope over the railing. Some pirates simply jumped over.
Entangled with the pillager ship is a ship from Bretonnia. This ship has a very wide hull but a low deck, so the Druchi on the pillager ship can jump directly over, and there are also Druchi Taking advantage of the height difference between the two ships, arrows rained down continuously.
Swords, spears, gun butts, clubs and crossbows started a fierce boarding battle.
"Blood and glory! Drukis! Follow me!" Drasil drew out her serrated swords and roared. With the swords waving, she jumped onto the railing and pounced towards the opposite ship.
Drasil rolled and knocked down three dead sailors with her armor, and swiped her sword downwards, shattering the leg bone of the fourth. The zombie sailor fell to the deck, roaring and thrashing his limbs. A zombie sailor's face stretched out to yell at her, and she smashed the hilt of her sword directly into the zombie sailor's eye socket, followed by the sound of exploding beads.
A tattered hand tried to grab Drasil's throat, a tattered spear stabbed at her, and a reasonably nimble foot kicked at her hip. At this moment, she was like a fish out of water that was constantly flapping. While struggling, she was chopping desperately, trying to clear a space where she could stand.
Then there was another crash, and a Druchi sailor who jumped over almost stepped on Dracier's head. After adjusting his posture, he kept swinging his sword and stick, trying to clean up his captain. A space emerges, as the zombie sailor slumps under the stick, his face as calm as a butcher's, like he's working.
With the help of the sailor, Dracier rolled around again and then stood up. She asked with some annoyance.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Before the sailor could answer, Dracier continued, "If you survive this battle, you will serve as boatswain." The noise was
unbelievable, Drucci They and the zombies were attacking each other crazily, making a lot of noise, and even the roaring wind couldn't cover up the sound.
Dracier felt her vision blur, her stomach churning in a wave of dizziness. The roar of battle echoed in her ears, repeating wildly, as if she was hearing not one but multiple versions of the superimposed din.
Suddenly, a premonition of doom enveloped Dracier. Without thinking, she knelt down on one knee and stretched out a hand to support herself on the smooth deck. But she didn't receive any blow, and with the sound of a gunshot, the world seemed to return to its anchor point, and she quickly realized what had just happened.
The uninvited guest appeared. She took off the cloak that had previously covered her body, revealing her strong arms, well-developed back muscles, and a toned figure with key parts blocked by armor. She swung out the whip in her hand and hooked it on the archer's corpse. On the long-barreled musket, as the crosshair deviated, the bullet flew away without any surprise.
This uninvited guest is none other than the Lord of Blades, a disciple of Edreze, and the killing sister from Hagrid Grave Arena, Shakala!
Before the Archer Corpse Demon could react, Shakara stepped on the railing with the help of his strength and swung out the serrated dagger in his left hand. When the Archer Corpse Demon turned his head, he only saw a piece of silver light, and then he felt Heaven and earth are spinning.
Shakala appeared on the deck full of zombie sailors and began to dance with barbed whips and serrated daggers. The attacks of the zombie sailors did not leave any traces on her body. She was like a wild fighter. She was originally Just a fighter who takes away the head of a zombie sailor with every bend of her arm.
The Druchi were frightened by this beautiful and deadly figure. They would stop in the arena to have some fun when they spent the winter in Naggaroth, but the killing sisters in front of them seemed to be incompatible with the ritualistic battle in the arena. Same?
The zombie sailors kept retreating under the chase and killing of Shakala. These zombie sailors with certain consciousness were frightened by Shakala's killing and began to turn around and run to the other end of the fence to jump into the sea water.
Shakala stood among the corpses of zombie sailors, bathed in the strong wind. She was filled with crazy joy in her killing. In her opinion, this was the best gift for Ed Reize!
Of course, this gang-hopping battle is just a part of this naval battle. If you look down from the sky, you will see that the sea is full of ghost sharks swimming around. These ghost sharks are constantly hunting zombies and druchi who have fallen into the water.
Dire bats swooped down to attack Drukki with scythe-like claws, while siren banshees glided across the waves across the deck, their wails cracking Drukki's skull. Flames were boiling on the sea, and the broken shipboards were floating with the waves. There were shouts of death and screams everywhere.
This fierce naval battle lasted for a whole day. (End of chapter)