"Found them!" This shout woke up Dalton. He pulled out his cursed sword and looked at the mist warily.
A sailor stood to his left and turned the gear, turning the gun barrel forward. The steel probed into the mist, and soon the whole body was "sweating". Fortunately, this is not pure metal. Under the protection of magic, Dalton does not have to worry about rust and explosion. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten so close to her.
Behind him, the crisp sound of gears meshing was heard. Countless gun barrels stretched out to the sea in an orderly manner, steel collided, the winch rotated, the sail expanded and extended, the wooden girder seemed to be broken, and the two soldiers pulled hard on the control rope. The entire ship was in preparation for war. Standing on the deck, Dalton could almost hear the chewing sound of the alchemical core buried deep in the cabin constantly devouring minerals. The vast magic power rises violently within it, while the mystery quietly condenses.
This is the alchemy battleship of the Oath Keepers Alliance, named "Hammerhead". The ship that sank outside Lighthouse Town was the "Black Heart". Had the Bloods not been in the bay for a sudden bombardment by Laurent Viguet, it would have been enough to reduce Eastman's fleet to pieces. Dalton felt the huge magic power condensed under his feet, and suddenly felt that his trip might be more difficult than imagined: vampires could not resist these sea monsters, and as long as the sea defense line collapsed, the Alliance army would land on the island and start a massacre. Dalton has never experienced a war of this scale, but this does not prevent him from imagining the chaos on the battlefield.
He doesn't actually need to board the Oath Keepers warship. Helen, the witch of fate, told him that the base camp Laurent Vigue would go to was the island he had visited. Dalton has only sailed once in his life. When he first arrived at Knights Bay, he was assigned by DeWitt to complete Duke Tracy's exploration mission.
At that time he went to Gray Wing Island.
Dalton felt familiar there, but for most people, calling the island's environment harsh would be putting it mildly. These vampires chose an unobtrusive place. However, Dalton has no affinity for navigation. Even if he knew the location of the vampire's station, he would not be able to reach it by himself.
In this case, it would be more cost-effective to join the Oath Keepers Alliance. After leaving Castle Waves, Dalton went straight to Black Sand Port and boarded an Alliance battleship as an adventurer. Joining him at the same time were a sixty-man mercenary group, five pirate ships, and a bold whaler. He was completely inconspicuous in it. Dalton wanted a smooth ride, while these people wanted to get a share of the war, and they didn't even have a good look on each other. But no matter what, now they have a common enemy.
The key to Laurent Vigo's execution is finding him, and Dalton isn't too worried. To be honest, the most difficult part of this mission begins with killing Laurent. At least there were traces of the former Gulf Fleet commander, but there was no trace of the apprentice he promised to find. The main part of this deal is to find her. Dalton can see that if he does not bring Roma Penelope back to Tidecastle after killing Laurent Vig, then he will have no choice but to escape from Yish as soon as possible. Man Yitu. Since the Witch of Destiny can find Sir Laurent who has escaped from Knight's Bay in Tide Sound Castle, why can't she find me?
What's more, she can see my destiny.
Thinking of this, Dalton felt uncomfortable all over. It was not that he was not used to acting under the control of others, but controlling his destiny... was too detailed. Sometimes this is not a bad thing. If the witch had not reminded him, Dalton would not have even realized the dirty affair between DeWitt and Ingrid. His gratitude convinced him to agree to be driven by her. But the hard part was that Dalton couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen. Could it be more than that? It's just that she didn't tell me...
The sound of the horn breaks through the fog.
This was a long battle cry from the sea. The Alliance warship moved at full speed and soon broke into the enemy ship's detection range. Dalton leaned on the side of the ship with one hand, and beside him were the unsheathed swords of mercenaries and soldiers. These people are basically mysterious creatures, and they usually count as half of the main force in lord wars, but the Oath Keepers Alliance has no shortage of mysterious people.
For the first time, he did not stand out in the crowd: a large group of orcs, bugbears, and frost giants armed with strange weapons and covered in armor; slender catmen carrying long spikes in their hands, and dwarf soldiers as tall as their war hammers. The wild elf climbed to the lookout with his bow on his back, his horn and telescope on his belt, and his quiver hanging out of Dalton's sight. There were even a few elemental beings standing as commanders on the balcony on the second floor, flashing like lanterns in the fog.
No other race in the Mystical Fulcrum is as rich as the Oath Keepers. They have retained the system of the alliance thousands of years ago, just like the epitome of the continuation of that glorious history in Knox.
If the night elves lived in Binyaio now, they would probably become one of them. Dalton knew that his race was extremely exclusive, and its behavior was incompatible with most mysterious creatures, but the Oath Keepers Alliance was not a kingdom monarchy or a parliamentary system of nobles, and their union was quite loose - which meant that it had Extraordinary inclusiveness. The obligations of alliance members to each other are only based on the basics and can eliminate conflicts to the greatest extent. Moreover, the mysterious races are not without commonalities. Under the guidance of greater interests, the impact of differences can be temporarily ignored.
The vampires were originally one of them, but now they have betrayed the order. Dalton wondered if that was why they were expelled from the league. The half-dead are not to be trusted, and my people wish they had migrated from Nox to Gavash. Of course, there are not many living people in the Sunken Plane for them to survive. I am afraid that these parasites chose order thousands of years ago because they were desperate.
The captain of the "Hammerhead" battleship is a lion-headed man named Renon Hetrenner, nicknamed "Medal". He has a crooked nose, but that's not his most striking feature. This lion man's upper body was bare, and there was a sunken scar the size of a fist on his chest, with tiny blood vessels around it, and his appearance was horrific. Dalton decided that was where his nickname came from.
When the fog failed to pose an obstacle, "Medal" waved his big paw, dozens of torches lit up the side of the ship, and the drums played louder than the trombones. The soldiers pulled the halyard to lower the sail, and the wild elves immediately opened their bows and fired arrows, each arrow shining with magic light into the silky mist.
"Fire!" shouted the gunner captain.
Dalton's feet shook, and fireworks suddenly shot up from the sea in the distance. The bright red flag of the vampire battleship was broken in the fireworks, and the vampire soldiers who had no time to turn around and fight back hurriedly avoided the rain of arrows. The magic that broke away from the barrel hit the stern of the ship. The explosion caused the warship to shake violently in the waves, and the two soldiers fell into the sea. They were dead, the night elf thought at first, but when he discovered that the drowning man was not wearing armor, he was a little unsure.
A group of strange spherical objects with wings flew out of the cabin. Their shells were bright gold and engraved with a large number of complicated magic patterns - Dalton only recognized "vibration resonance" and "expansion", as well as the need for a little milk tin. The igniting "paralysis" magic. He had never seen this thing before. Judging from the confused expressions on the faces of the mercenaries and most of the soldiers, they were also wary of these flying spheres at this moment.
However, no one explained or gave orders. The chaotic mysterious creatures had no choice but to perform their duties and pretend not to see it. The archers hesitated for a moment, but those little things were so nimble, and the speed with which they avoided gunfire and arrow paths was amazing, that no one hesitated anymore.
The vampires have already started to fight back. This is not a lonely patrol ship, it is followed by a well-equipped fleet of captains. Judging from the formation, they are the left wing of the vampire's maritime defense line. Dense fog cannot stop the sound of the trumpet, magic can but is not necessary. Reinforcements will arrive soon, but the Legion of the Oath Keepers Alliance comes from the northern seas with magnanimous intentions and will never follow in the footsteps of the Black Heart.
After the distance between the "Hammerhead" and the enemy ship was further shortened, the crossbowmen on both sides fired flying arrows. The bowstring buzzed, and the arrows hit the hull like a criss-crossing cloud of bees. The elementalists immediately raised a barrier to cover, while the vampires set up shields and iron plates to resist, deflecting short arrows and throwing spears, but the golden mysterious spheres followed closely, and they exploded upon collision, without even having time to be bounced away. . In an instant, the defenses on the deck of the Vampire battleship completely collapsed, and the heavy cannons and rain of magic bullets that could not stop spitting flames stopped. The explosion enveloped the battleship, the heat wave swept away the fog, and a jib mast fell into the sea with flames.
"Medal" didn't miss an opportunity. He slapped the spear at hand hard, the magic patterns flowed on the alchemy turret, and waterfall-like firepower poured on the battleship. The excitement of light and elements made Dalton close his eyes. He heard a flying spear break through the defense and hit the armor of the gunner next to him, causing him to curse and fall backwards.
The Alliance's casualties were far less than those of the vampires, and this was almost entirely due to the Alchemy Battleship. But Dalton didn't feel relieved at all. The deck beneath his feet kept shaking, both from the wind and waves and from the vampire's counterattack. He could almost imagine that the other side of the ship was being baptized by gunfire - the "Hammerhead" was too close to the enemy ship, and its main target was also the sailing ship in front of him, which gave other longships the opportunity to flank it. As for the friendly forces of "Hammerhead", those pirate ships cannot rely on the strong alchemy warships to break into the enemy's formation. They can at most support from the outside and bite one or two warships to delay time.
Dalton felt dizzy. The waves were coming closer and closer, with broken pieces of wood and vampire limbs floating on them. It wasn't the war and the dead people, it was just that he hated fighting the enemy at sea. I shouldn't have gotten on the boat. He had no room for improvement in naval battles. Dalton watched as the enemy of the "Hammerhead" turned the ship's bow under the ferocious bombardment and seemed to be planning to escape.
"Prepare the hook lock!" Rennon shouted.
To the fleet the two ships were close together, but in fact they were now nearly a hundred yards apart. Dalton heard a cry of surprise among the mercenaries, and he himself was at a loss. What is the alliance going to do?
