In the depths of the northern sea, the majestic fleet is cleaving the waves, and a large number of cruisers are divided into two parts, front and rear, arching the large battle ships located in the center of the fleet, looking down from the sky, how can I feel that this is a fleet with very strong combat effectiveness, it seems that only the sea kingdom of Riberia can form such a large fleet. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, the ships were flying the black Hydra flag, all of which were Norman naval vessels, and their purpose was the port of Louis off the coast of Fontainebleau.

On the flagship 'Talon Guard' first-class battleship, the commander of the Norman Offshore Fleet, Field Marshal Berus, looked worriedly in the direction of the Tianshui line, as the commander of the largest fleet in the history of the northerners, he did not seem very happy, because only himself, the cabinet and the emperor knew what kind of 'fleet' it was.

Centuries ago, Riberia tried to dominate the world with the Continental Fleet and the Continental Army, and the result was that the country's finances collapsed, the people revolted when they were miserable, and the enemy countries at war took advantage of the chaos to launch a series of army offensives and directly pushed the Riberians into the sea.

Field Marshal Berus, as one of the few admirals in the Norman Alliance, naturally has his own talents, needless to say, he has been fighting the Riberians in the Near East for a long time with fewer enemies, and his elegant command and capable subordinates don't know how many victories he has won, but what the hell is he in control of this time......

It is true that this huge fleet is more numerous than any of the great fleets of the Kingdom of Riberia, but this is a 'grand fleet' composed of light warships of elves, iron ships of dwarf coastal defense, black ships of orcs, and bullshit armed merchant ships that other nations race in at will.

Not to mention how to cooperate, just the language barrier, the inconsistent flags, and the inability of the warship to fully execute the order were enough to bury themselves in battle, and the only thing Marshal Belus could count on was the more than forty warships of the Open Sea Fleet that he brought and the Praetorian Guard carrier ships provided by the royal family, thinking of this, the marshal looked at the carrier ship not far from the flagship with some curiosity.

The Praetorian Carriers, which numbered only six in number, were very mysterious from the beginning, and they were not joined until three days before the departure of the Combined Fleet, and at all times they were blessed with evasive detection and defensive spells by the mages of the Norman Arcane Council, but from the logistical supply point of view, Marshal Berus could still see that there should be a large appetite or a large number of tactical weapons on it, in addition to a large number of enchanted explosive javelins, heavy grenades, expensive gas enchanted bombs, and other armed materials, there were also a staggering amount of rations loaded onto the ship, According to the conclusion of the discussion of several henchmen, it is very likely that there is a dragon on it.

The Praetorian Guard has a number of dragons, and Marshal Berous still knows about this, but it may be helpful to take out a few wyverns in a naval battle, but that's just that wyverns can't easily destroy any existence that dares to offend them like the dragons domesticated by the elves, whether it's small infantry with muskets or large warships weighing dozens of tons.

Blowing the icy sea breeze, the old marshal put aside the messy thoughts in his mind, no matter what the situation in front of him, he had to face it and had to face it, because the emperor had already issued a death order, they must take the port of Louis to support the army, not to mention that all the warships have the priest of Kane, the god of ****, as the warlord and the military judge, they will definitely urge the officers and soldiers of the whole fleet to fight hard in order to implement the orders of the emperor and Kane 100%, disobedient guys......

"Please! Don't do it! I shed blood for the Emperor! I've been injured for Kane! You can't do that to me! I want to see the marshal! ”

"It's useless to talk too much! You despised coward! Obedience brings victory, you have violated military orders and dogma! Go and discuss with the sharks, maybe the gods will have mercy on your soul! ”

"Ahhh!!hhh

Marshal Beruus looked helplessly at the farce on the upper deck of the 'Talon Guardian', turned his head to look at the unhappy first mate who was walking over and asked, "Tell me, what happened today?" ”

"Hmph, it's not like the priest asking that idiot to clean the bilge and go to the 'comfort bucket' for duty, you saw that."

"Hey, who are these people......"

The hapless bastards who rebelled against the order soon froze stiff in the icy waters and were crushed to pieces by another battleship, and after a small patch of water was dyed red, there was no trace of it, except that the orders of the executed sailors had to be carried out by another person, as more and more soldiers were already hungry and thirsty during the long voyage.

It stands to reason that it didn't take much time for the combined fleet to assemble, form, and depart, and it had only been a few days since it left the naval base, but the vast majority of the fleets were men, and it was inevitable that there were some minor problems, and even the emperor couldn't solve this kind of embarrassing problem, because there was no way to equip all the warships with enough prostitutes before the battle began, and although the priests who acted with the fleet had both the opposite sex and beautiful women, they were not as bold as the dark elves, and they didn't mind which man was at the head of the bed.

Therefore, at this time, it is necessary to give full play to the subjective initiative, learn from the practices of the old sailors, and set up a 'comfort bucket' just like the earthlings in the era of sail battleships. Generally speaking, the newcomers take turns to drill into the oak barrel, and then dig a hole of the right size for the 'second brothers' to enter and exit, spit grease and other things that can be used as lubrication, and then the unlucky people in the barrel provide 'comfort' to the brothers on the same ship, which is the so-called 'comfort barrel' vice, which is generally despised by southern countries such as the St. Orlando Empire, although they cannot solve the problem of loneliness at sea.

Marshal Belus returned to his captain's room and decided to rest, as for the miserable screams coming from behind him, he could only choose not to listen, if he insisted on it, Kane's priest would not care about his identity, it was very likely that someone would stuff the old marshal himself in the 'comfort bucket' in the middle of the night to serve this group of perverts, thinking of this, he very much hoped that the third fleet of the Riberians would appear in front of him quickly, and only the battle of blood and fire could extinguish the disgusting feeling.

But the old captain's desire to rest was doomed to be shattered, and the increasingly noisy shouts from the deck were so loud that Marshal Belus, who could not bear it anymore, picked up his axe and ran out of his room in a rage, and he decided that if he could find out which idiot was making a fuss, he could consider cutting him into thirteen pieces and giving the slaves some more food by the way.

Unfortunately, the marshal's desire to drink blood with a big axe was destined to be shattered, and the reason for the noise was because the sailors looked at the giant monster that suddenly appeared on the Praetorian Guard carrier ship, at least five meters in size, with spikes on its back and a saddle attached to it, and all kinds of terrible barbed teeth in his mouth from time to time and dark green saliva dripping, rapidly eroding the deck of the carrier ship, and the strong man who was covered with heavy enchanted plate armor and looked at least two meters tall with a throwing gun in his hand calmly pacified the monster.

Marshal Berus gasped and said with a look of undeadness: "My God! This guy can't be a mad wyvern in the Dark Mountains, right? Can this thing really be tamed? ”

"Of course it can be tamed, my marshal! With the blessing of Lord Kane and His Majesty the Emperor, we have found the Locats to train and enslave these terrible dark monsters. ”

The answer to the marshal's question was the priest of Kane, the god of **** who had just been executed, the military judge on the 'Talon Guard', he saw that Marshal Belus seemed to have questions, and continued: "I know you want to say that in the past thousands of years, except for a few strong people and xenomorph beast tamers in the swamp, no race can tame these dark monsters, not even the elves who are known as the darlings of nature, although I think those elves are all **** fools who are indiscriminate, cough cough, But it wasn't until a hundred years, with the blessing of God Kane, that we found the descendants of the Locats, who had the blood of monsters in their bodies......"

"The Locats are filthy products, they have no faith and morality, they only know that the strong survive and the weak die, but the innate affinity and bloodline of the monsters can allow them to control any monster from the dark mountains, it only takes a year of training time to make the monster an extension of their limbs, for example, the spirit of communication allows the wyvern to go to scout by itself, this process is completely under the control of the Locats, and we have despicable mages who have studied for countless hours and don't know why, It can only be speculated that this may have something to do with the ancient Belgadru Empire and the sage's courtyard Terrayari. ”

As he spoke, the Locats in plate armor picked up their throwing guns and spare ammunition, and rode directly on their own flying dragons, and after a scream, the crazy flying dragons slowly flew into the air with the help of the floating magic circle of the mages of the Arcane Council, and finally exhaled, flapped their wings and flew towards the junction of heaven and water, and at the same time, the other five carrier ships also took off five monsters with different appearances, and gradually disappeared under the leadership of the wild dragon flying dragon.

"Wait, why are they taking off? Those guys don't look like they're trying to hunt and forage for their pets, right? Marshal Berus suddenly thought of this question and asked the priest with some blankness.

This question also stumped the other party, and he scratched his head and said: "The book says that the Crazy Wyvern can sense signs of biological activity from a long distance, and according to research, it should be a supernatural sensing ability, but from the records of previous people, it seems that there is no mention of this supernatural ability......"

"You mean wyverns can feel creatures? How far? Can you feel it without being in the air? Are there any flaws? ”

"Well, if you want to say it's about one or two hundred kilometers, I don't know if it's flying in the air, as for the defect, it may be a big shark, an army of deep-sea cod, or just a boat."

Marshal Belus gasped, there may be sharks on the route they are taking now, but the biggest one is only a small shark one or two meters long, as for the fish, this ghost place of freezing people has not come to fish since hundreds of years ago, even the mages of the Arcane Council have said that this place is not suitable for fish to live, so there is only one possibility for ships except smuggling ships.

"I think these monsters must have felt the ship...... And this hellish place can only be an enemy, all obey the order! Level 2 Battle Alert, go and rule the other ships to get ready for me!! ”

"Aya, Captain!"

The magic alarm spreads to every ship in an instant, and maybe the problem of ship chaos Marshal Belus may not be able to solve it in his lifetime, but at least the battle alert is a global signal that can still let those bastards know that they are going to fight next.

The multi-ethnic Offshore Fleet from the North began to prepare for the battle, the barrels of gunpowder were moved from the bilges to the battle decks at all levels, the guns in the gun compartments were firmly fixed at the launch ports, and the fixtures and gun windows were opened after the order was given, and all kinds of ammunition were stacked neatly and ready to be filled at any time, everything was waiting for the captain's order, and the final result would be brought back by the departing Locats.

About half an hour later, a crooked flying dragon with its knight appeared at the junction of heaven and water, perhaps because of the sight of its own ship, a signal flare swayed into the sky, and everyone watched with bated breath.

"A hair red...... Two red ...... Three-shot red !! Combat Alert !! Enemy fleet spotted ahead!! The lookout shouted out the signal for the first time, and it didn't take long for the other ships to get the same answer, and Marshal Belus looked in that direction with a calm face, the battle belonging to the Norman offshore navy was coming.