"The other party has discovered us!" Belloda's inverted triangular eyes showed a fierce light, and she said fiercely. Just like Darkus said, things in Lustria must come to an end. As the Stormweaver Priest of Twilight Fortress, she rarely had to deal with the Black Coffin, especially when traveling to Ulthuan. When passing the Serpent Islands with the Anurell Peninsula fleet, now is the time to come to an end.
Darkus didn't say anything, but stabilized his body and raised the monocular to look over. Sure enough, as Belloda said, the Black Coffin discovered its own warship hidden in Marcelan's cloak and began to adjust its course. Driving into the storm.
"Damn pointed ears! Damn arrogance! I will tear their bodies apart!"
Hejens, who was once Emperor Luther Harken's "President of the Council", has now returned to the place where his dream began, but he has changed from the beginning. A Norscan captain transformed into a ghoul even more clever and cunning than before.
"If they think they can crush us directly, then they are a bunch of fools, and our banshee and zombie friends will break the balance!" Heijens continued to output, but what he never expected was that he was struggling After all the hard work, he finally returned to the sea of claws he was familiar with from the nightmare land of Lustria continent, but why... why did the pointed ears appear behind him.
"You can't run away! You can't run away! Let's die together! Let's die!" The elf vampire at the helm said bitterly while steering the helm.
"If you keep nagging me, I promise to kill you again before your former compatriots catch up with us!" Heijens changed the target and adjusted the output target to elf vampires. If it weren't for his current size, he would no longer be able to engage in steering. , he will definitely tear this damn guy in front of him to pieces.
"We enter the squall line and get rid of them in the storm!" After finishing the output, Heijens looked at the storm ahead and thought for a moment before ordering.
"There are Stormweavers on that ship. Do you expect to get rid of them in the storm? Are you..." The Elf Vampire yelled in disbelief.
"You damn pointed ears, remember, you are not the captain! You are not the captain now! You are dead! I am the captain of the Black Coffin! I am the legal owner of the Black Coffin! I own this ship The only law is, if you question me again, I will twist your head off right now!" The
Elf Vampire Helmsman was not intimidated by the threat of Black Jens. He was twisted and had already died once. He didn't mind dying again. But after thinking quickly, he still pointed the rudder toward the storm.
"Of course! Yes, Captain! Even with the Stormweavers, the storms are just as dangerous to them as any we've encountered, and they can't see more than a dozen yards in any direction. The fleet will scatter, but this isn't What a big problem. As long as we don't hit anyone in the storm, we should be able to escape smoothly." The elf vampire said with a shrug.
"What are you idiots still doing? Fire! Fire! Fire!" Heijens did not rationalize Luo Liba's shrieking elf vampire. Instead, he changed the output target and began to shoot at the dazed man standing at the gun position behind the upper deck. Zombie sailor output.
"Shell!" the lookout on the mast shouted, pointing at the Black Coffin ahead.
As the lookout finished speaking, a black dot streaked across the sky, and then fell limply into the water. It was still a long way away from the fleet's falcon ship, about one nautical mile away?
If that's correct, this black spot should have been shot from the Black Coffin's rear carronnon? But this incident confused Darkus. Is this a demonstration? Expression has discovered them? Measuring distance? Then turn to start pouring firepower from the side carronade? Or are you showing off your artillery skills? But this is too dishonest. Instead, it feels like they are making a fool of themselves. Isn’t this too disrespectful to them?
Another black spot froze its movement again after flying for a moment and fell into the sea. It made a sharp flapping sound, drew a white wave and then disappeared into the sea water.
"This is the closest one so far." Ren complained, standing behind Darkus' left shoulder. The three brothers and sisters also rushed to the deck in a very fast time, ready for battle in response to the sound of the horn.
"I still don't understand what they are doing? Are they hoping to hit one of our masts or rudders?" Darkus shrugged and then looked to the left and right. The falcon ship Maranur was on was on his left , Colonia's falcon ship was on the right side. After the horn sounded throughout the sea area, the falcon ships on the left and right began to pull outwards, leaving the range of Marcelan's cloak, and rushed toward the Black Coffin in an encircling posture. .
Under the sea shrouded in darkness, only Druchi's plundering ship can easily get rid of its pursuers in the darkness. Unfortunately, the Black Coffin snatched from the empire is not the same, nor is Asul's falcon ship.
The Black Coffin had to sail against strong headwinds from the north and fight against the rough Claw Sea, waddling on the waves like a fat old duck, pushing forward tenaciously.
The waves beat against the streamlined hull of the falcon ship, slowing down their progress. Even though the nine big triangle sails engraved with runes had been perfectly deployed, Darkus believed that his fleet would definitely win the game. It's a matter of time, unless something else suddenly pops up...
Darkus turned his head and looked at Belloda. He didn't say anything, but his eyes and expressions spoke for themselves.
"As you wish, the respected son of Marcelan." Belloda did not react at first, but when Darkus became impatient, she reacted and bowed.
"Blow the trumpet and notify the mages of the other two ships." Belloda ordered the trumpeter.
The trumpeter hesitated for a moment and did not blow the trumpet immediately. Instead, he looked at Dacus. After seeing Dacus nodded, the rhythmic horn sounded again.
After the sound of horns echoed in the rough sea again, Belloda raised the sea staff and kept chanting. Drusala and Alyssa, who were standing on her left and right, also began to help her guide the rich Ai Gill's wind.
A moment later, three tornadoes formed behind the three falcon ships, circling and rotating, growing in size. As the vibrant wind blew, the surrounding water was stirred into a white frenzy. To Darkus' tortured senses, the three tornadoes looked like the sudden appearance of wind elements, their pot-bellied bodies and muscular arms stretched out as if they were impatient.
"Catch them all! Secure yourself!" Darkus suddenly knew what Belloda was going to do, and he held on to the railing on the upper deck and yelled forward.
The wind elements that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared. They gradually separated and circled in a wide arc, occupying the position behind the three falcon ships.
Then a huge blast of cold air blew on Darkus' face. With his eyes closed, he suddenly spread his hands, as if he had just come to this world and stood on the tower to embrace the world. He smiled maniacally in the cold wind. At this moment, he understood that everything before was an illusion. As the chosen god of Marcelan and wearing the Holy Soul Reef, he was not afraid of the bumps of the sea. He was trapped by the abyss. The existence of the Lord's blessing, he is not afraid of the violent storms on the sea, he was born to dominate the sea!
The cold wind blew slowly at first, then suddenly accelerated, and then blew at an alarming speed, injecting a violent breath into the sails. The big triangle sail with runes made a low crackle and became more bulging as the runes lit up. Driven by the strong wind, the falcon ship sailed forward at an extremely fast speed. Like cavalry charging at full speed into the turbulent waves, the three falcon ships already showed signs of changing course. "What liquid nitrogen is accelerating?" Darkus, who had already opened his eyes, complained. He felt that the boat under his feet was fast, too fast, as if...
"Adjust the direction, about nine o'clock on the port side." Maranur, who was holding on to the railing and feeling seasick, ordered, but his rather relaxed voice reached the ears of the sailors and soldiers in the middle of the deck and on the mast, and he then ordered again , "Loosen the topsail and stays! We'll see how stiff their spines are, and the ice rattles along their decks!"
It's like looking at a mountain and running a dead horse, looking very close, but very far , in the end the three falcon ships still failed to capture the Black Coffin before entering the storm.
The sky grew darker as three falcon ships crossed the squall line and plunged into the winter storm of the Claw Sea. Soon, even elven sight becomes difficult to see beyond a few dozen seconds in any direction, and without the guidance of the Stormweaver Priests, danger can come to them without warning, from almost any direction. direction to attack them.
Darkus stood steadily on the deck, ignoring the shaking of the deck, and glanced at the sailors and soldiers. As the storm swept over him, an old proverb came to mind.
"When night falls, the knife will be revealed."
The storm was like a huge beast, violently attacking the falcon ship. The icy wind whipped around the hull, masts, and sails with a sharp hiss, sending ice and freezing rain flying across the decks and rigging. The teak boards and thick hemp ropes were instantly covered with a thin layer of ice. In this raging storm, every step becomes dangerous and potentially fatal.
Nearly an hour and a half had passed, and the Falcon Ship disappeared into the black mist. Sailors and soldiers gathered on the deck, peering along the railing into the darkness, trying to spot the faint outline of what might be another ship. In such a storm, with no friendly ships and no enemy forces, a collision with another ship would be equally fatal and equally sudden.
Maranur shivered under the weight of the cloak. Despite the layers of protection, the cold wind still blew onto his exposed skin, as if it was instantly soaked into his bones. The edges of his hood were caked with frost, and his shoulders crackled. He clung to the railing and stared into the mist like the others. He could only distinguish the sea from the sky by subtle black levels, and he could feel that every sailor and soldier was nervous, many holding their sword hilts, afraid of seeing a black figure looming in the haze ahead.
The air was filled with the squeak of rusty metal as the muzzles of carronnons protruded from the arches on the Black Coffin's side. With bursts of deafening roars, a series of broadside guns roared out from the carronades, and more than forty old and rusty cannons fired in unknown directions. But unlike before, this time there was no sound of the shattered, jagged wood fragments flying, only the sound of the shells falling into the sea and hitting the flesh.
The three falcon ships that heard the sound of the cannon quickly determined the general direction of the Black Coffin, but they did not choose to approach directly, but chose to wait. Soon the Druchi knew that their judgment was correct, because the second wave of cannon fire followed, and there seemed to be a third wave of power hidden in this foggy winter storm.
Then there was a low roar, followed by a deafening crack. As a series of wet screams and wails disappeared, the sea returned to calm and the artillery no longer sounded. The threat of the Black Coffin seemed to have been repelled. It seemed that the unknown enemy was still hiding in the dark, waiting for the next move. Now only the sound of rain and thunder filled the tense night.
"Prepare to intercept and welcome my wrath!" After a moment, Maranur roared, then pushed away the helmsman and prepared to steer the ship himself.
"Shall I do it?" Kewell, standing aside, whispered.
"I'm coming! You and Shakala go organize the soldiers below." Maranur, who was steering the wheel, said without a doubt.
The next second, a burst of artillery fire and the roar of thunder and lightning resounded, and then the huge crashing sound echoed distantly in the cold wind howling on the starboard side, turning into a long, harsh crunching sound of broken wood. .
"Collision!" shouted a sailor on the mast, pointing vainly at the distant mist.
"Turn right!" Darkus, who had entered a strange state, first hissed like a sharp blade, and then roared violently at the helmsman.
The helmsman, who had been concentrating all the time, grasped the steering wheel with both hands and turned it hard the moment he heard the order. The Falcon began to tilt, but slowly, too slowly, but just right.
From the starboard side of the falcon ship where Darkus was, a huge black figure could clearly be seen condensing out of the darkness, striking the falcon ship like a bolt of thunder, or rather, the falcon ship attacked the black figure.
While the Black Coffin was turning to the left, the Falcon ship was also turning to the right. The shells fired from the caron cannon hit the bow of the Falcon ship. The Eagle Claw ballista located on the bow disappeared, and the long pole and bow of the ship were The bow of the ship seemed to be cracked, and the ship shook violently, but that was all. The Black Coffin's turn was still a step slower.
Darkus' last-minute change of orders allowed the Falcon to avoid being fired from the Black Coffin's broadside, changing the fate of the Falcon.
"Prepare for impact!" Darkus shouted while holding on to the railing tightly.
The falcon ship was like a falcon falling from the sky, and the collision angle under the water hit the back of the left side of the Black Coffin hard. The wood splintered as the two ships met, letting out a long, tearing groan, and the Falcon's hull heeled violently in the rough seas as it hit the heavier human vessel. But then he adjusted.
The Drukhi desperately grabbed whatever they could to prevent themselves from being thrown away. Darkus held onto the railing with both hands. With the violent impact, he felt that his intestines were dry and his stomach began to spasm.
Although the Falcon ship did not completely rush up, it still caused terrible damage to the Black Coffin. The collision angle of the Falcon ship revealed the starboard side of the Black Coffin, and it bit the Black Coffin tightly. Now the two ships are firmly locked It got stuck, the masts tangled in each other's rigging.
"Praise for glorious slaughter! In the name of Marcelan and Eldreze! Destroy them!" Darkus roared in the howling wind, waving his scarlet sword in the air.
Will be measured tomorrow_(:з ∠)_