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Diego lurked in the corner behind the wooden wall above the stern. He poked his head out slightly and looked at the Red Mist in the distance. At this time, the distance between the two sides had entered four hundred meters, and thanks to the blessing of the Eagle Eye Technique, he could clearly see that above the stern of the Red Mist, there was a mage wearing a red robe.

"I see you!" Diego muttered to himself, picking up his gun, resting the front guard against the wooden wall and aiming. Unlike on land, shooting a living person at a distance of four hundred meters on the undulating sea was a great test of marksmanship, not to mention the tremors caused by the roaring artillery from time to time.

He slowly poured the power of the Holy Light into the bullet and aimed unhurriedly. To tell the truth, this mage was too careless, and he probably thought that no one could pose a threat to him at this distance, because it was well known that at this distance, the hit rate of solid shells fired by artillery was very unreliable, and it was not easy to hit an enemy ship, and a dozen large grapeshot could not hit that far.

Diego breathed slowly, trying to keep his breath in rhythm with the ship's ups and downs to reduce the impact of the environment on aiming. He waited patiently for about four or five minutes, and when the mage's figure was about to coincide with his aiming line, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a low roar, bullets whistled out of the muzzle, hitting the mage accurately. However, what was jaw-dropping* was that the mage's figure suddenly disappeared, like a punctured soap bubble, and disappeared without a trace in the sunlight, as if it had never existed.

"Hell! It's a mirror! Diego cursed in disappointment.

I have to say. Mirroring is a very useful life-saving spell. Some mages with exceptional talent can manipulate arcane energy to create one or more virtual mirrors that are identical to themselves in the short distance, making it difficult for even the best-eyed hunters to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

"What's going on?" Kraz hasn't figured out what's going on yet. asked on the side.

"That's a fake, it's bait!" Diego explained casually. He poked his head out of the plank wall and nervously swept over every possible hiding place of the Red Mist, the stern, the deck, the lookout......

At this time, he didn't notice that the distance between the two ships was getting closer and closer, and he was already within the range of the mage's spells.

Diego spent three minutes searching for the mage, but found nothing. However, just before he could retract his gaze in disappointment, a strange wave of air rippled beside the rear mast of the Red Mist. It's like the air distortion caused by the heat wave on the ground at noon in the middle of summer.

Invisibility! Diego immediately understood what was going on, and he turned his gun and took aim at the place. But before he could pull the trigger, the twisted air suddenly stopped fluctuating, revealing a figure in a robe.

Diego watched as a ball of fire, the size of a bowl, appeared in the mage's outstretched palm. Then, with a wave of the mage's arm, the fireball flew swiftly in the direction where Diego was hiding. Apparently, he has been discovered.

The fireball began to expand as soon as it left the mage's fingertips. until it became the size of a wheel. Under everyone's gaze, this huge blazing ball dragged its long comet tail and swooped towards the Goddess of Waves.

"Let's go!" Diego grabbed Kraz by the back of the neck and ran towards the center deck. But after a few steps, he stopped again. Because it's right in front of their eyes. On the wooden wall facing the Red Mist, hundreds of branches and vines suddenly stretched out, as thick as a small arm. Almost in the blink of an eye, the vines, with their leaves and twigs, covered the wooden wall. Although it has only been germinated for a short time. But the branches and vines are stronger and harder than centuries-old trees. Countless brown vine branches intertwined with each other, like tangled snakes. It quickly formed a strong wall more than half a meter thick.

As soon as the wall was completed, the huge fireball bombarded it violently. With a loud bang, it was like a rain of fire falling in the air, and burning broken branches flew everywhere.

Swept away by the aftermath, Diego and Kraz rose from the ground, looking with some distraction at the huge gap that had been blasted out of the nascent wall. Some of the flames were still burning in the opening, but there was no need to worry about spreading for a while, because the branches that made up the walls were all damp branches, and they could not burn violently until the moisture inside had been evaporated.

At that moment, Diego heard a familiar voice behind him: "I knew that you couldn't do anything without me." ”

He jerked his head and saw two leopards jumping up from under the stern. Behind them, a group of sailors was running towards them with heavy barrels. The barrel was filled with a thin paste of sand, lime, and ooze pus, specially prepared to extinguish this special flame.

"Hey, Masrae, Guan Haifa, why did you get up?" Diego shouted in surprise.

"How can I be missing from such a big scene?" Masrae said smugly.

Diego tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything more, but turned his head to look at the Red Mist, but the mage was no longer visible on the boat. He disappeared again.

At this moment, the first mate of the Goddess of Waves suddenly shouted loudly: "About to meet the enemy, Kraz, it's time for your men to come up." ”

"Man, the mage is in your hands!" The goblin captain patted Diego on the shoulder and ran to the bilge. A few minutes later, a team of mercenaries and goblin guards came out of below and onto the deck.

"Eighty yards, everyone, get ready to ram!" The first mate shouted loudly from the bow tower that in fact, in this way, the two ships would pass by, and would not collide together. But for the Spray Goddess, who is determined to fight the pirates to the death, this is not a big problem that cannot be solved at all.

"Fifty yards, check the weapon!" The first mate shouted again. The Marines huddled behind the bow of the bow wall, their swords unsheathed, and their other hands gripped the rope nets on the outer wall of the bow.

Diego looked out of the gap in the wooden wall, but still saw no sign of the red-robed mage.

Due to the firing range, the broadside guns had stopped firing at this moment, and only the two bow guns were still roaring, and at this distance, almost with their eyes closed, would not fly, and almost every shell could blast Red Mist debris everywhere. But the shells fired by the Red Mist also hit the cannonball, and none of them missed.

"Thirty yards!" The first mate shouted again. The sailman led several sailors on the boom, ready to lower the sieve-beaten mainsail.

"Twenty yards, about to impact!"

At the same time, the captain's voice shouted loudly: "Left full rudder!" Drop the sails! ”

With this high-pitched command, the helmsman jerked the steering wheel to the left, and the high-speed rotation of the steering wheel almost turned into a shadow. Overhead, as the mainsail rope was cut with a knife, the sail made a rattling sound and smashed directly into the bottom boom, making a loud bang.

"Port guns, salvo!" Almost immediately following the captain's order, the gunnery chief issued an order to follow. The guns on the port side bombarded the side of the Red Mist violently, blasting more than a dozen large holes in it. However, the guns on the Red Mist were also not idle, and the two ships were firing at each other almost face to face, both desperately pouring fire on each other as fast as they could. Thick gunpowder smoke filled the narrow water between the two ships in an instant, and the sound of bulkheads breaking and shattering was endless.

At this moment, Diego felt a violent tremor under his feet, and almost fell into a rolling gourd. When he regained his footing, he saw that the bow corner of the Splash Goddess had bitten hard into the side of the Red Mist.

Then, with the sound of the tense crossbow strings, more than a dozen anchor guns were fiercely nailed to the stern bulkhead of the Red Mist, and now, unless all the anchor cables were cut, the two ships could not be torn apart for a while.

"Take the springboard!" On deck, Goblin Captain Kraz roared hysterically. (To be continued......)