Before the elves on the ship could react, some brave and skilled Chaos believers held their weapons in their mouths and crawled toward the "Luna Luna" along the black object.

It was obvious that they were well prepared, as the Chaos believers in the lead were all equipped with thick and solid plate armor and helmets.

"They must have planned it! It was definitely not a temporary move. This move was probably used to deal with the friendly ship behind. Damn it, we just happened to bump into it and became the scapegoat!!!"

A crew member with a quick mind couldn't help but express his guess.

If the other party is acting on the spur of the moment, then these Chaos believers who are climbing and trying to join the gang will never wear heavy armor on the sea.

"Shut up! Your Excellency Fetlica, I will leave it to you to solve the magic that entangles the ship! Others immediately took up weapons to prevent them from boarding the 'Luna Luna'. Don't let the speed slow down, as long as the speed does not slow down other ships.

Still can’t catch up with us!”

After the Elf Prince stopped the crew from continuing to speak, he immediately suppressed the anger and panic in his heart and issued a series of orders.

The female mage who came out of the cabin closed her eyes under the protection of several sailors and carefully felt the spells used by the enemy.

It will take a lot of time to parse an unfamiliar spell. As elven sailors and crew members of the Kingdom of Lothern Navy, we know this very well.

In the eyes of civilians, mages are extremely rare, but in their eyes, they are powerful beings who are often seen, with either weird or normal tempers. And judging from the social atmosphere of elves, as long as they are handsome enough to serve in the navy

If the time is long enough, it is normal to have an in-depth understanding of 'certain aspects' with these distinguished mages.

"bouncing!"

Due to the angle, the ballistas were temporarily useless, so all the elves picked up their longbows and arrows, and the sound of loose strings could be heard for a while.

"Block the clang..."

The arrows, which were powerful enough to penetrate thick wooden boards, hit those climbers and lost their former sharpness. Apart from leaving some white spots on the rough and dark plate armor, they achieved almost nothing.

These Chaos believers had obviously suffered enough from being inferior to the elves in long-range firepower, so they did not miss any loopholes, lowering their heads and not giving the elves a chance to see the sailors' helmets.

Seeing this situation, under the order of a crew member, several sailors ran back to the cabin without stopping. The two of them worked together to carry a large wooden box back to the deck, and violently opened the box to reveal the iron-lined leather armor inside.

In order to be able to fight flexibly on rough seas, the navies of the elven kingdoms of Ulthuan are generally equipped with light iron-lined leather armor instead of strong but heavy plate armor.

"Catch it and put it on!"

All equipment on the sea must comply with the four-character policy of convenience and durability. The elf who took over the iron-inlaid leather armor easily put on the armor. These leather armors inlaid with iron nails and iron sheets maintained the elf's usual aesthetics and would not

It looked very crude. The elves behind the armor on the ship picked up their bows and weapons again and joined the team to stop the Chaos believers.

Since the effect of the spell is still there, even if it is towing a keel ship, the speed of the "Luna Luna" is still in sync with the Chaos fleet behind it. The Chaos believers who don't want to give up this great opportunity are frantically beating those responsible.

The lowly weakling who rows an oar.

Paddling is an extremely laborious task, and even a fallen person who has received the slightest blessing from Chaos cannot maintain the fastest speed for a long time.

"Impact speed!!!"

Not knowing what was promised, the usually lowly oarsmen on the keel boat waved their oars desperately, even if their muscles were torn, they ignored the pain and roared ferociously.

"Khorne Supremacy!!"

This extreme speed could not be maintained for long, but before these paddlers died of exhaustion, they did shorten the distance from the "Luna Luna" and gradually closed the distance.

"Bang!...Boom!"

The Eagle ship staying at the rear of the fleet sent out a signal arrow. The red signal arrow meant that they would launch an attack. They noticed the changes in the Chaos fleet and the plight of the "Luna Luna". Although the elves were not monolithic, they

As the navy of the same kingdom, they will never act recklessly.

The characteristic of "friendly troops are immovable like mountains when they are in trouble" has not yet been formed among elves.

They did not let the elves of the "Luna Luna" wait. Almost the next moment the signal was sent, an orange-red 'fireball' was shot from the eagle ship, spanning a distance of several hundred meters, and hit the target firmly.

The stern of a keel boat blasted a gap of more than two meters near the waterline, and flames instantly burned along the wooden hull.

The violent flooding and the destruction of the rudder caused the lifting speed to slow down quickly like a deflated rubber ball.

The keel boat with water in its stern had lost the ability to continue tracking and fighting, so the eagle boat in the rear ignored it and began to attack other keel boats.

But this is still the case that 'distant water cannot quench the near thirst'. At this time, the "Luna Luna" has begun to have Khorne believers, one after another, coming to the side of the ship, trying to climb into the ship.

"Short-lived ghost, wearing such heavy armor at sea is not a good idea!"

An elven sailor with a mallet in his hand raised the mallet without hesitation when facing the Khorne believer who had his head exposed and tried to climb up, and then smashed it down with all his strength.

The huge kinetic energy carried by the mallet hit the fallen man under the helmet, his head was filled with stars, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

"thump……"

A two-meter-long Khorne believer wearing full plate armor fell into the water and sank quickly like a heavy stone without any accident. By the time it recovered from the attack of the mallet, it was already

It was too late, and the followers of Khorne tried their best to float up. The more they struggled, the weaker their bodies became. Eventually, their lungs were filled with seawater and they suffocated to death.

"Don't let them get on the ship! Is Your Excellency Fetlica still feeling well?"

Prince Dick Marx, who calmly commanded all the elves on the ship, asked the female mage about her progress from time to time.

"Not yet, Your Highness, Your Excellency Fetlica still needs more time!" However, the sailors and crew members guarding her gave negative answers time and time again.

"Damn it!" The Elf Prince cursed in his heart for a while, but on the surface he still commanded the battle calmly.

As if for free, arrows were taken out of the cabin one after another, and rained down on the followers of Khorne. An elf who was good at using bows and arrows and terminal experience soon discovered that since there was no way to shoot through strong helmets and

Plate armor, then aim at their fingers. If you shoot accurately, you can hit the joints of the fingers, causing them to fall into the sea in pain and become a sacrifice to the Lord of the Ocean, Marcelan.

For normal people with only a little big fingers, it is too difficult to target, but elves are different.

"Everyone aim at their fingers!"
Chapter completed!