By the time the engineer warlock left the cabin, the movement outside had stopped.
I saw that the paddle steamer in front had stopped running, and the helmsman of the ship was turning the rudder vigorously.
"Full right rudder."
I don’t know which rat-man is calling.
In front, the clan rats were beating the slave rats with whips, shouting.
"Push the sail."
The slave rats piled densely on the deck, wearing heavy shackles, worked hard to push up the push rod under the mast, which was installed by the Scurvy Clan because they could not directly use the elves' automatic sail control device.
Through the power of this wooden structure, the bearing under the mast used for steering the sail can be steered.
The sails on the foremast turn to the left, and those of the main and aft masts to the right.
The ship's turning speed suddenly accelerated.
The engineer warlock boarded the stern deck, where a rat man who was not the captain was giving orders. At this time, he had turned about 40 degrees to the left, and he was also giving the order to return to the rudder.
The sail was pushed back to its original position at his command.
Just as he was thinking about where the captain was, a black shadow fell from above the engineering warlock's head. He held a telescope emitting green light in his hand. A closer look revealed that it was the captain of the Scurvy clan.
Eski looked up and saw that there was the mast of the tail mast.
It looks like he climbed up to observe the situation.
"Captain, what's going on?"
Eski asked.
"Yeah, what's going on? I was so scared that I didn't even drink."
Along with the thumping sound, Mirza's voice also came from the bottom of the stairs.
This made the black-haired captain glance at the two engineering warlocks and spit out one word.
"Leviathan."
"Leviathan?"
The engineering warlocks were just about to ask something more, but the sight on the starboard side distracted their attention.
At this time, the hull of the ship just came to the right side of the paddle steamer parked in front, which allowed the engineering warlock to clearly see the broken wooden boards and a large hole in the ship.
The hole was at least six meters wide, and a large number of wooden structures disappeared. They were taken away by something.
The slave rats were desperately using buckets to drain the seawater that entered the cabin, but the captain just watched indifferently and spat out another sentence.
"They are hopeless."
Mirza turned his head and asked.
"Why?"
"The keel has been bitten off, and the ship will soon be broken into two pieces."
As the captain was talking, the engineering wizards discovered that the middle part of the ship was starting to be too high, and the head and tail were sinking relatively, especially the tail part carrying the paddle wheel.
The middle ship plate began to break under such pressure, and the previous water intrusion on the left side no longer seemed important under such circumstances.
"Can it be fixed?"
"Unless you give them a new keel right away, no, a new hull now."
That is to say, the magic of the wind of life must be used to save such an accident, and it is also necessary to carry seeds with wood.
Eski had no intention of saving them, and not to mention whether the wood from the unknown fruit tree could be replaced, he couldn't accept the fact that he could plant trees at sea.
"Master Engineer Warlock, can you make the wind stronger?"
The black-haired captain spoke eagerly. He looked at the water that was beginning to regain its calmness, feeling extremely anxious.
"You mean, Dimensional Wind Howl?"
Esky asked, realizing immediately what he was talking about.
"Won't that spell blow away the sail?"
Eski has never used this spell at all. In Skaven City, the most commonly used ones are dimensional stance and dimensional lightning.
It was only the third time he used the spell of split destruction yesterday.
If it were up to him to blow the sail, everyone would die together.
"Mirza, how is your use of Dimensional Wind Howl?"
he asked the other engineer.
Mirza just looked over slowly, his eyes evasive.
"I've been in industrial areas before."
Is that similar to me?
But you, an engineering wizard who is several decades old, have the nerve to let me, a three-year-old minor, bear this kind of responsibility?
Esky began to curse Mirza in his mind, then stopped immediately.
At this time, praying to the Horned Rat would not be of much help. The Horned Rat was not the god of the sea.
"Then I'll do it."
A green light flashed on Eski's hand, and the black-purple sail was immediately inflated, and the ship's speed away from the accident site suddenly accelerated.
The captain held onto the port side and continued to look toward the sea.
He understood that now only the setting sun provided illumination. Under such lighting conditions, even if there were sea monsters, it would be difficult to see them clearly.
But if the sun goes down, it's even more dangerous.
This ship must be saved. This pointy-eared ship is more important than the lives of all the scurvy on the ship.
The captain considered whether to abandon the fleet and head to the nearest port on his own.
Esky and Mirza glanced around the sea uneasily, but still found nothing unusual, which made them feel anxious. At this time, they discovered two paddle boats approaching the incident site at high speed.
Approaching at this time? They looked at the captain.
Seeing the engineer's confusion, the captain explained.
"Those new ships have dwarf stuff given to them by your Skryre clan."
That means, artillery? The Skaven actually began to use artillery in various aspects, which had never happened before in official history.
Although the role-playing allows individual Skaven units to hold firearms, the battle rules on the table indicate that squad-level units can only use the Skaven's own weapons.
Just as he was thinking about it, Esky heard the captain complaining again.
"This ship is not very well armed. The pointy-eared ballistae is too weak. It would be nice if it could be replaced at some point."
Ballista? Following his words, Eski noticed that there were indeed ballistae after ballistae on the deck of the ship. A total of 28 ballistae were already stacked on this deck.
In imagination, the power of the ballista is indeed not as powerful as the artillery.
Just as he was thinking, following the sight of the artillery, Esky saw two paddle boats not far away, pulling down something similar to a fishing net, and then, the two ships got farther and farther away.
This is? The engineer warlock looked at the captain in confusion.
"What do they do?"
"Draw the net to force the sea beast to surface."
As he said that, he pointed to the eight ships arranged in two single columns on both sides of the ship. The dark area above was obviously filled with rat men, and continued.
"Then let the clan rats attack and engage in a 'broadside battle'."
Boarding battle? The engineer warlock thought for a few seconds and confirmed that the captain meant what he thought.
A boarding battle with a sea monster? The rat navy of this era is so stretched?
I'm afraid they are going to throw the clan rats to feed the sea beasts, right? After feeding, the sea beast will leave on its own?
