The wheel axe whirls with a whining sound.

Drake's sailors sit on deck under Barto's leadership, thinking only of beating their enemies to the ground as they have in the past with their invincible president, but never thinking that no one is a fuel-efficient lamp in a truly high-end game in the Caribbean.

The situation was in a huge disadvantage from the start.

Chamuyam's wheel axe turned into a silver light, drawing a shining arc in the night, faintly appearing, and flying into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Lorraine simply didn't have time to come to the rescue.

He needs a huge amount of room to maneuver when he fights with his sword, and in order not to let his own sailors become an obstacle, he has always been far away from his own sailors, and he can't even be counted as a member of the established formation.

Henna was also too late to come to the rescue.

Strength is not her specialty, and even if a medium-range throwing knife hits the wheel axe, the small impact force is definitely not enough to change the trajectory of the axe.

But who else but them can turn the tide of the war?

"Wow!"

A war howl exploded!

Behind the crowd, Lef's mighty body leaped into the air, like an out-of-control chariot, and slammed into the sailors along the way, blocking the path of the wheel axe with his newly-made crocodile-skin shield without showing any weakness.

Ton!

The sailors heard an indescribably strange sound in their ears, like the hammer of a heavy object, and the cutting of a solid object, without reverberation, without roar, but it pierced into the human brain, and shook the brows of men.

The sharp edge of the wheel axe cut through the rough surface of the crocodile's shield, chopping through the first layer, cutting through the second, losing its sharpness in the third, and finally failing to reach the lowest layer of wood.

Lef's eyes glowed red.

The crimson flickered like firelight, and thin strands of blood pooled from the periphery of the eye socket to the pupil.

"Woo wow wow wo

In the midst of the roar, he opened his arms!

At the moment when the wheel axe was inexhaustible and the huge kinetic energy was crushing in front of him, the mad Leif forced open his arm with his brute strength and interrupted the blow that Chamuyam was determined to win in the most incomprehensible and physical way of mankind.

The deck was as quiet as a cicada.

Drake's sailors, Blackbeard's pirates, these warriors who thought they had seen the sea of swords and blood in countless encounters, completely stopped thinking in the endless roar of the berserker, and could only control their eyeballs with their only strength, and watched the listless wheel axe being abandoned high, and poked back in front of their master with a flying whirl.

Leif stood up, walked to the front of the queue with a thud, and drew the Uncrowned King from the back of the shield with a thud, the tip of his sword pointed far away at Zamuyam's heart.

"Coachman! This time, you won't be able to smash my shield again! ”

Chamuyam pursed his lips and plucked the spear behind his back, and reached out again, pulling his tomahawk back from the deck.

Left-handed axe, right-hand spear, axe in front, spear on top.

He lowered his center of gravity and lunged his shoulders: "Follower, you have found a good shield, and it looks like it is finally a little more powerful than the last time." But I'm going to chop your shield anyway, and I swear in the name of Veitzilopochtri that I'll not only chop your shield, but this time, I'll chop you too! ”

Lef's nostrils spewed scorching steam: "You can't cut my shield, you can't cut my shield...... Even if twilight falls today, you won't be able to smash my shield! Wow wow wow wow wow !!!!! ”

……

The battle begins with Lef's roar!

Leif pounced on his opponent first, and the glittering uncrowned king was raised high into the air under Chamuyam's head.

Chamuyam swung his axe to block the sword, and with a flick of the axe, the spear came out like a viper and went straight to Lef's eye socket.

Lef's eyes widened, his stiff eyes motionless as he looked at the spear that stabbed him, and he lunged forward, raising his shield and being short.

The spear pierced the shield.

Feeling the power of the shield in return, Leif raised his elbow, causing the shield to tilt sharply, and the long sword in his right hand returned with the momentum, changing the slash to swing, and aiming at the side waist that was crucial for mobility.

Chamuyam's spear smashed down like an iron rod.

There was a muffled thud, and Leif was shocked and took three steps back. Chamuyam chased after him, whirling and striking with his axe as he pursued.

Leif dodged on the ground and crashed into the warbands of other pirates and sailors.

It was too late, and the others were still stunned, so he stretched out his big hand, grabbed the unlucky pirate's neck, and threw it in the direction of Chamuyam as a secret weapon.

"Ahh

Chamuyam swung his axe and slammed it into the pirate's side, and the pirate's screams stopped abruptly, and the whole man flew out, hitting the mast, and his brain splattered.

The ordinary crew members who were fighting were frightened by this scene.

No one wanted to end their lives in such a tragic way, so whether it was Drake's sailors or Blackbeard's pirates, as soon as the brave men of Leif and Chamuyam arrived, they would naturally split up and scatter.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed for the second time, and the battle on the main deck was over, and the group suddenly became a duel......

Barto, who was in charge of the command, could only cry and laugh at this, remembering in his mind what Daniel had told him after he broke his arm.

Daniel tells him that Lef's madness has undergone a special change during the bloody night of the villa, which Lorraine has teased as a "mourning warrior".

This new type of madness is characterized by limited control, and can clearly and accurately distinguish between friend and foe in times of calm, but it is one thing to distinguish, Leif cannot control his body and muscles as precisely as ordinary people, and these days of intensive training have not yielded any gratifying results.

The second characteristic of the new madness is still related to control, and that is the mental threshold.

Berserker Frenzy requires putting oneself in a state of mental rage, but the new Berserker doesn't seem to be needed. Any strong emotion can cause Leif to go berserk, and any blow that interrupts the mood can bring the frenzy back to normal.

In short, Leif has become easier to go berserk, and it has become easier for Frenzy to be interrupted.

Daniel can't say for sure whether the new madness will be good or bad for Leif for the time being, but he does have a guide to stay away from Leif when he goes berserk.

Bartow didn't understand what Daniel meant until now.

Unlike the experimental environment, Leif is going all out to meet the enemy on the real battlefield. In his all-out state, that limited consciousness that is only better than nothing is not enough for him to pay attention to the environment and take care of his teammates.

The safest way is to leave!

No matter how much damage Leif will do to the environment, the entire consequences will be borne by the horseman who threw the axe.

It's just that...... How to conduct on-the-spot command in this case?

Barto pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

No good commander can command a group of warriors who are ready to smear the soles of their feet, and when the battle between Leif and Chamuyam begins, the minds of others can no longer return to the battle itself.

It can only be delayed......

Drag it out until Leif and Chamuyam decide the winner, or ......

Lorraine and Blackbeard...... Is it?