What was fired from the barrel was no longer magic beams and fancy missiles. Steel chains spewed out of the muzzle. The "Hammerhead" seemed to have grown arms, holding the Vampire warship firmly in its palm. The mercenaries stared at this scene. They could have predicted the victory of the war, otherwise they would not have bet on the Alliance... But no one could have imagined that the Blood Tribe would lose so quickly.
"Did we win?" a swordsman asked.
"Not yet," said a certain dwarf. "The main event is next. It will take time for the 'Hammerhead' to sink the other side. We have to digest the prey quickly." He pointed behind him. More than a dozen sailboats were interspersed on the sea. In the distance, the surrounding vampires could be vaguely seen. Main fleet.
"Hammerhead" serves as the vanguard and bait for the enemy. They have the responsibility to create an advantageous battlefield environment for the alliance and expand the results. The "Giant Claw" and "Blue Ink" that followed were pulling the mighty Alliance fleet. The Alchemy Battleship possesses unparalleled firepower, but its huge size also slows down its speed. If the vampires plan to abandon the island and escape by boat, the Alliance will be plunged into an arduous chase.
"Medal" was obviously not happy to see this situation. He must have made some kind of modification to the "Hammerhead" launcher. Dalton knew that they were all alchemical items, in other words, they were creations of magic patterns and mysterious materials, but he was not an alchemist and could not see what exquisite secrets were hidden inside those black barrels. Even so, he believed that this move was too risky: the Vampire warship was too far away. Generally speaking, popping up hooks at this time was what pirates did when they robbed merchant ships, because the latter would slow down obediently to prevent the bandits from directly ramming and sinking them. sailboat. And now the vampires will definitely not let them get what they want. Once the warships collide... he can only hope that the "Hammerhead" will be stronger than the "Blackheart" that sank in Knight's Bay.
The gunners began to turn the winch, and a hoarse grinding sound burst out from the gears. These extraordinary steel cables are strong enough, and the mysterious marks on them mean the equally extraordinary cost. Therefore, with the violent shaking of the hull, the Vampire warship really began to approach them.
The wave was so heavy that it almost overturned the Hammerhead, and Dalton's dizziness became even more severe. The sailboat was like a shark trapped in an iron net, tearing at the chain with its teeth in vain. Countless blood magic rushed toward him with a stinky smell. The defensive barrier held up by the elementalists tried their best to hold on for a few seconds before finally disintegrating in the air.
The distance between the two battleships was reduced to within fifty yards. Just as Dalton expected, the Vampire battleship no longer struggled, but actively turned its bow and rammed into the "Hammerhead", determined to fight to the death.
Dalton began to consider the possibility of jumping ship. Waves and shelling pose little threat to the mysterious creatures in Gaohuan, but the first problem he faces is losing his means of transportation. It seems that it is still necessary to try to cross the path of death, he thought absurdly, especially in the vast sea, in the center of the battlefield, when there is the least condition to implement this idea. After all, once the crisis is over, he no longer has to resort to seeking death.
"Unlucky experimental subject." A small voice penetrated into the ears. Dalton couldn't help but raise his head at the critical moment and saw a wild elf Windrunner communicating with her companions. "...grab it." Her words were lost in the noise. Explosions were heard one after another around the battleship, and the frost giant and goblin armies also roared with war cries. Now "Medal" only had one order to take effect when facing these guys. It is obvious that the Oath Keepers Alliance is confident and has no intention of sharing the source of its confidence with the adventurers participating in the war.
He decided to wait and see for a while.
Commander Renon clenched his fists, and the pretended calmness on his face could not conceal the excitement inside. "Open the air chamber!" he shouted. "Make it stop."
Well, he still had other orders that took effect. Hammerhead let out a long, high-pitched cry that startled Dalton. Something is changing. The deck beneath him rocked up and down, and a ball of rope knocked a soldier to the ground. He hit the chain gun's winch, and the gunner fell into an empty barrel. The tall frost giant smashed into the wooden board like a boulder, crushing the arm of a mortal mercenary who could not dodge. The boy screamed shrilly. The soldier in charge of holding the sail was forced to let go, and the wild elf on the observation deck was caught off guard and fell down the railing.
At this time, a cannonball hit the bow of the ship from behind. The Lion Commander roared and slapped away the flying iron pieces. "When I said open the air chamber, I didn't mean for you to stop defending!" An arrow was pierced in front of his toes. "Do you have any brains?"
But no matter how annoyed the captain was, Dalton understood the soldiers responsible for winging the hull. It is not easy to maintain balance under such a level of turbulence, let alone pay attention to the flying magic cannonballs. The sky was now even hazier than in the early morning, but this time it was obscured not by fog but by smoke. He struggled to adjust to the rocking, whatever secrets this damn ship was working on, it was best to get it over with now. Dalton would have preferred it to be broken in two so that the torture could end as quickly as possible.
Rennon didn't think so at all. The changes in "Hammer Head" gradually became apparent. Dalton used a jib to anchor himself. Although the sail yard was twisted and twisted, it always obscured the view, but it was better than being thrown out. When he felt the tremors under his feet and the adventurers' screams turning into horrified cries intensifying at the same time, he finally noticed where the so-called "air chamber" was.
The "Hammerhead" was broken from the middle, and with the mainmast as the limit, the entire sailing ship looked like a long bread stick that had been broken off. The internal connection structure shows the result after the sliding door latch is pulled out. The sailboat assembly suddenly rushes out to both sides by hand-cranked jet power, accurately opening a large hole in the charge line of the blood race warship. .
Dalton opened his mouth and let the sea breeze fill his stomach. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so rude. Everything about Binya'ao is different from Tinudar, but he has stayed in the human kingdom for too long, and some of his ideas have become common with those around him.
In Eastman, no sailboat can actively break itself in two on the battlefield.
"The ship is sinking!" someone screamed from the bow of the ship, where the view was blocked by soldiers and wooden poles. This is the answer given by common sense. "It knocked us off!"
"It hasn't come yet," said the wild elf. She grabbed a bugbear's calf armor, jumped onto his head lightly, and then used her strength to climb back up to the observation tower. Her companions snickered under their breath, teasing her about her earlier fall. The mood of these elves is completely different from Dalton.
The adventurers scrambled around in a panic, and the "Hammerhead" quickly completed the separation while shaking, and floated on the sea. Dalton could see the raised steel plate at the bottom of the boat, which blocked the water from entering the bottom of the boat and looked like a row of raised toes. A lot of magic patterns were carved on it, but this time Dalton couldn't understand any of them. He could only recognize that the patterns were mysterious.
"Hurry up!" "Medal" Renon shouted. The Vampire warship had no time to make any further adjustments. The statue on the tip of the ship was only ten yards away from the Hammerhead. The entanglement of the chain caused the winch to reverse rapidly, and the strong wind and waves stirred wildly. He yanked down a lever next to him. "Hurry up!"
Suddenly, snow-white air waves spurted out of the section, and thick fog evaporated like magma pouring into seawater. The broken hull of the Hammerhead was actually reconnected by these intangible and ungraspable gases. The vampire warship plunged into the thick snow-white clouds, as if it was stuck in soft mud and could not move.
The most terrifying shaking since boarding the ship came at the same time. Dalton felt that the deck under his feet tilted a full fifty degrees, and he almost touched the sea. Waves of screams, explosions and roars accompanied the tilt of the ship to a climax, and even the soldiers of the Oath Keepers Alliance could not maintain their composure. Two frost giants collided, the dwarves rolled all over the ground, the orcs struggled with the ropes, and the wild elves on the lookout shouted, but Dalton also heard laughter.
"Hurry up!" Renon Hetlenner hung on the joystick and repeated the command loudly. One or two magic bullets penetrated the elemental barrier and exploded on the floor. The lion commander also turned a blind eye. He roared at the elementalist team in the thick fog: "Lower your center of gravity! Are you all deaf?"
In fact, there is no need for him to give orders. Hammerhead's alchemy core roared like a whipped war horse, burning magic power at full power, triggering the mysterious arrival. The waves also worked together under the drive of magic, and the sweeping waves hit the side of the battleship. The adventurers stared at a huge warship that remained motionless in the smoke, while the Hammerhead, which had withstood the cumulative force of inertia, moved back more than ten yards in the horizontal direction, and surprisingly found its balance.
"What the hell is this?" A mercenary wearing a round helmet cursed. No one could respond.
"We've got it." Renon shouted, "Jump on it! Board the ship! Attack!" A bright golden lion's mane sprouted from his head, and the last syllable turned into a deafening roar. The dwarves and bugbears were the first to respond. The frost giants waved heavy weapons such as wooden clubs and hammers in the air in confusion, while the wild elves and cat people fired thousands of arrows. Dalton was shocked to find that a new battlefield had been opened up on two warships that were crossing each other and shaking endlessly, and an incredible boarding battle began.
"Attack!" In the end, even the confused mercenaries joined in.
The flexible white smoke had not dissipated, and the soldiers climbed over the railings and fought on the deck. Dalton had no choice but to follow. He avoided the frost giant detachment and was not interested in the orc warband, so he used hidden magic to select lone vampires on the edge.
The mysterious properties of the dark element are extremely effective on the battlefield, but you must be wary of accidental damage from arrows from both sides - almost no archers are aiming at him, but the landing point of the arrows is often uncontrollable. Dalton pierced the throat of a vampire warlock with his sword and threw the body off the side of the ship. He looked back over the battlefield and wished with all his heart that Sir Laurent Viguet was on board.
