The terrible news brought by West froze the originally pleasant atmosphere in the cabin in an instant. Everyone at the dining table froze at once. Annete, who initially thought that the Hellfire tribesmen chasing after them with ships was a joke, suddenly knocked his wine glass to the ground with a 'ping' sound. The fine fruit wine that was as red as blood flowed wantonly on the floor.
"Alright, West! As the heir of the Tantorn Family, I give you the right to command the entire fleet!" The sound of the wine glass falling snapped Fandersal back to reality right away. Solemnly, he said, "I'll leave everything to you, Sir Chief Guard."
"I won't let you down, Young Master Fandersal!" West nodded heavily with a blank expression and turned to run out of the cabin in big strides.
As soon as he stood under the starry sky, he took a deep breath and shouted in a loud voice without any delay, "I, West Holder, the head of the Tantorn Family's imperial guards, have taken over the defense of the fleet in the name of Tantorn Fandersal and command all personnel.
I hereby issue the first order! All ships shall lower their sails! Sailors shall stay away from the ship's side and prepare the kerosene! Warriors, come forward to defend! " His voice was deafening and resonated through the entire sky, causing the chaotic situation on the deck of the fleet to visibly change.
When West saw that the sails began to fall one by one from afar, he welcomed the sailors who retreated to the cabin and strode up to the deputy who was guarding the ship's side. Pulling out the machete from his waist to push away the javelins flying towards him, he asked loudly, "Alans, how's the preparation of the cannons?"
"The Hellfire ships are too close to us so we can't use the cannons anymore, Sir!" The Tantorn Family's deputy guard who looked as handsome as a beautiful girl waved a huge tower shield that was completely opposite to his figure and appearance. In a low voice, he said, "The warriors who are guarding the watchtower are too careless!"
"There's nothing we can do about it. It's close to the New Year and many trading companies don't even have any warriors accompanying them when they sail offshore to Sannianka to participate in the expo.
It's already good that we can maintain such vigilance. " With a cold expression, West absolved himself of his responsibility with just one sentence. Then, he looked down at the three low and strange-looking Hellfire ships parked on the sea. With a cold and conceited voice, he said, "How dare they attack our fleet with just a few small boats? Uncivilized barbarians are indeed barbarians.
I don't believe that their ships are also soaked with fire-resistant cement. When the kerosene is ready, we'll burn these barbarians into ashes. "
Alans, who was by the side, did not have the confidence of his immediate superior. Hiding behind the tower shield, he said, "Sir, these Hellfire people came to the mainland offshore to attack us. Now, they're only using javelins to attack. I suspect that there's a spiritual monster on their ships and they're preparing a powerful spell.
Also, their ship doesn't even have a mast. I'm afraid there's something strange about it … "Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a blue light emitting from the low Hellfire Ship on the sea.
Shrouded in the blue light, a blurry figure suddenly leaped up high. Under the illumination of the moonlight, its body elongated and widened. Both of its feet were glued together, turning into a fishtail that fell into the sea. Swaying its body, it swam towards a huge merchant ship in the fleet. Wherever it passed, the seawater gradually became turbid and sticky. Slowly, it stuck together and turned into a 'muddy road'.
Then, a spacious secret door was flipped open on the deck of the three Hellfire ships. Countless native warriors holding sharp spears and riding on giant spiders continued to pour out from the bottom of the ship. Scrambling to be the first, they urged their mounts to run quickly and jumped onto the muddy path in the sea, charging towards the mainlanders' ships.
"The Hellfire people are led by a spiritual monster and have created a path on the sea! Be careful! They're riding … riding spiders! Be careful! Everyone, be careful …"
"Oh my God! Those Hellfire people are actually using long-haired spiders as mounts! They're really devils! We can't let those spiders get on the ship! Block them under the ship! Fire oil! Is the fire oil not ready yet …"
"Lord Wester, the guards on the Blue Crown alone can't stop the attack of so many Hellfire warriors at all! We need reinforcements! We need reinforcements …" Countless panicked shouts resonated from the merchant ship that was targeted by the Hellfire knights. Then, as more and more giant spiders climbed up the ship with difficulty along with the native warriors, the shouts were gradually replaced by screams.
The natural moat formed by the sea caused the mainlanders' rescue to be unable to be carried out on a large scale. With the help of the fire and moonlight on the ship, Wester watched the native warriors skillfully killing the rebels on the deck with spears and sabers, chopping off the enemy's heads and placing them on the spears while baring their teeth to make threatening sounds. At once, a deep layer of haze appeared on Wester's cold face.
He muttered under his breath, "Those Hellfire people are really led by a spiritual monster! Not only that, but they also have so many elite cavalry warriors! It's still alright if I break out alone, but it'll be troublesome if I want to save all the merchant ships …"
"Sir, the Hellfire people who are attacking us are very strong. It's impossible to save all the ships. Even if there are some losses, Young Master Wester will definitely understand." Alans persuaded by the side with a solemn expression.
"You're right, Alans." Wester, who was on the battlefield, immediately snapped back to reality and looked at his deputy with a look of admiration. "You can always remind me when I'm not calm.
Listen, when the kerosene is ready, order for me to burn the Hellfire ships. I'll go and see if I can find a chance to kill that spiritual monster who pretends to be a mermaid but can't bring joyful songs but instead spreads death. "
As he was speaking, the Tantorn Family's chief guard bent down and hid under the ship's side. After taking a few steps, he moved to the other side of the flagship and poked his head out to look at the fishtail spiritual monster swimming in the sea with a cold gaze.
In his opinion, it was impossible for a spider to swim in the water for a long time. As long as he killed this Hellfire spiritual monster that could turn the sea into land and burned the Hellfire ships, it would be equivalent to trapping all of the Hellfire knights riding the giant spiders on the Blue Crown. By then, it would not be a problem even if other spiritual monsters appeared. The worst case scenario would be to sacrifice a ship.
However, to Wester's surprise, when he was waiting for the opportunity to launch a full blow, an accident suddenly occurred.
On the Blue Crown, a native warrior, who had two bright feathers on his head, riding a giant spider and wielding a spear to take the lives of four to five mainland sailors, saw that there were more and more warriors of the same tribe gathering on the deck. Without warning, he let out a ferocious laugh and roared. Both of his feet turned into tree roots and extended into the deck of the ship.
At once, the wooden hull of the Blue Crown shook inexplicably and green tree buds began to grow everywhere like a withered tree in spring. Then, countless branches grew along the edge of the deck of the merchant ship, intertwining together and spreading to the other ships along the iron chains.
"Untie the iron chains! Untie all the iron chains on the ships! Spread out …" Upon seeing this, Wester, who was hiding under the flagship's side, stood up abruptly and shouted.
However, in the midst of the chaos, the sailors on the ships could not untie the thick iron chains connecting the fleet. They could only let the branches and vines produced by the Hellfire people cast a spell to connect the ships together.
At this time, the Hellfire warriors, who had gained more leeway, began to command the giant spiders to run and spread out on the carpet-like branches, completely turning the naval battle into a land battle.
After the battlefield became vast, the difference between the ordinary tyrannical warriors and the well-trained professional warriors who were good at cooperation in battle formations and were not afraid of death began to become more and more obvious. Many of the Tantorn Family's guards who were skilled in martial arts were killed by the ordinary Hellfire warriors with a simple group charge, straight stab, and horizontal slash, before perishing together with them.
Seeing that the situation had deteriorated rapidly in the blink of an eye, from the question of how much damage would be caused to whether they could survive, Wester's cold face showed an irrepressible anger.
With a roar, he sprinted forward. The machete in his hand moved lightly around his body at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, bringing with it a wind pressure that cut all the Hellfire warriors and their mounts into two. Charging towards the aborigine on the Blue Crown whose feet had turned into tree branches, he wanted to kill this spiritual monster who changed the battle situation even if he had to suffer serious injuries.
Unfortunately, before he could even get close, he was already firmly blocked by the four Hellfire tribesmen who had transformed into monsters.
"Six spiritual monsters! There are actually six spiritual monsters who have transformed into Hellfire tribesmen hiding on the three Hellfire ships! Alans, burn those ships immediately after the kerosene is ready to prevent any more unforeseen events …" After the four powerful enemies fought for a while, the Tantorn Family's chief guard could no longer hold on and shouted as he retreated.
"Don't worry, Sir! I've already poured the kerosene into the sea and it's just waiting to be ignited." In the distance, Alans, whose delicate facial features were twisted together, held a tower shield in one hand and a burning torch in the other. He stared fixedly at the hundreds and thousands of white spheres the size of an adult man's fist that were drifting in all directions on the surface of the sea.
By the time those white balls had covered the entire sea surface, he suddenly raised the torch in his hand and threw it at the ball closest to him.
With his ingenious throw, the flame at the top of the torch hit the white ball. At that instant when the two came into contact, the ball gave off a crisp 'pop' sound and suddenly exploded into a floating flame, before spreading out and igniting the surrounding white balls one by one.
Just like that, after a series of crisp sounds that lingered in the ears, thousands of bursting floating flames connected together and turned into a scorching sea of fire, wrapping the Hellfire ships in it.
However, to the steamship that was made of special black iron, this level of flame could not cause any damage at all. The only change was that the hull of the ship had been stained with flames for a long time, making it look even more dangerous and terrifying.
"Their ships! Their ships are made of iron! They're made of iron …" Leaping into the air to avoid the pursuit of the Hellfire spiritual monsters, Wester looked at the sea surface regardless of the danger. However, what he saw made him despair and horrified.
At this moment, the sea of fire burning in front of the Hellfire ships suddenly separated slowly. Amidst the fire and iron, a huge blood-red eyeball rose.
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