As if to prove Aubrey right, as soon as his words fell, on the other side of the hull, the aggressive sound of a dense sharp weapon piercing the wood.

Diego rushed to starboard in a few steps and looked down with a careful probe. He saw dozens of thick Naga spears stuck in the starboard hull, and the sharp barbs of these spears allowed them to be wedged deep into the hull and difficult to pull out. And between these spears, many nagas were snaking upward, their thick snake's tail curled around the hilt to free up their hands for battle.

"Drive them back to the sea!" Captain Aubrey roared. On his orders, the sailors began to attack.

Due to the lack of a firing range, the lower gunners had already withdrawn their guns and locked the gun window guards. As part-time pirates, there was no shortage of weapons on the Virgin, and the gunners rushed to the deck with dwarven muskets on the shelves.

At this time, the deck was already in a scuffle.

At the beginning of the battle, the sailors of the Virgin were pressed back, their job was to operate the boat and make waves, not such hard-fought hand-to-hand combat, although when they were part-time sailors, they also fought many gang battles, but at that time they faced the same sailors as them, not professional marines, so as soon as they engaged, they were pressed by the fierce Nagas. made.

But fortunately, they are not alone today.

"Dense formation!" Just in the middle of the deck, Huffman's voice rang out.

With a neat roar, the Saint Guards quickly formed a battle formation. The sailors moved out of the way to make room for them to show their skills.

When the ship ceased to heave and sway, the soldiers of the Whip of the Storm, which had taken root under their feet, were fully restored to their formidable form.

In Azeroth, there are so many battles, fierce battles, and heavy casualties that there is probably no other country that can compare to the destroyed Lordaeron. From the Orc Wars to the Scourge Wars, to the battle to reclaim the Plaguelands some time ago, Lordaeron's army has hardly missed a single major battle, and Silver Dawn, composed of veterans of a hundred battles from Lordaeron's army, is known for its determination and experience, and Diego's Saint Guard is the best of them.

So as soon as the Storm Whip entered the fray, the situation on the battlefield immediately changed. These veterans who have experienced countless battles are not only experienced, but also well-trained and cooperative, and after being joined by three combat priests, these fanatics' fighting style has become even more ferocious, they are never afraid of injury, and even dare to take the initiative to meet the opponent's weapons with non-lethal parts, exchanging injuries for lives - anyway, someone is saving lives, so what are you afraid of?

Although the Nagas were very long and powerful—they were really long, three or four meters even the snake's tail—they had no advantage in the face of the dense array of Storm Whips. They had a hard time breaking through the wall of shields lined up by strong sword and shield infantry, and when they tried to stand up from the deck like cobras and attack from above, the spearmen would take the opportunity to pierce their unprotected abdomen.

The battle was far from fierce, especially for the Storm Whip, who had only experienced a series of battles some time ago. But at this moment, it was the gunners and sailors who retreated to the stern and bow to inflict the most damage on the Nagas. Although they could not face the Nagas, they were still capable of beating the side drums, and they fired crossbows and muskets at great speed. In such a short distance, it was difficult to hit crookedly, and within half an hour, the Naga had fallen a little half, and these basilisks did not even cause much damage to humans, only a few unlucky people who were smashed by the fragments of the flying shield and whose heads were broken and bleeding, became the only few wounded on the human side.

Captain Aubrey couldn't believe his eyes, the murderous Kraken that had sunk the Spirit of Silverpine and the Veil of Mist a dozen days ago was so vulnerable that it looked like they were running out of their way. Although Naga continued to climb up from under the ship's side to join the battlefield, gradually they could no longer replenish at a rate that could keep up with the rate of casualties.

On the stern of the Virgo, Diego was not idle at this moment, he was trying to press. Dominate a group of Naga Sirens in the distance, preventing them from supporting their companions on board.

Yes, you read that right, it's "them"!

During the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, the cursed Queen Aishhara and her elven followers received the "favor" of the ancient god Enzos and mutated into the Naga Siren, a sea serpent-like twist. But in this process of mutation, Naga women retain more memory and humanity, which can be discerned in their physical characteristics.

The female Naga are slender and slender, with fine scales and elven-like faces, and they possess greater intelligence and spell-casting abilities than men, all of which form the potential basis for the Naga tribe to become a matriarchal society. Compared to Naga women, Naga males are larger and stronger, and they look closer to beasts in appearance. Naga males have lizard-like heads and possess primitive and wild muscles, with scales covering their bodies that are much larger and thicker than female naga.

In general, there are more mages among the Naga women, and more strong warriors among the men. However, the female Naga mages who are now competing with Diego are not of high rank, and there are only a few lightning spells and ice arrows over and over, and a few slightly stronger ones just put an ice shield on themselves.

Diego stared at death, firing a bullet from the lookout on the side of the ship, blasting a Naga Siren in two as he prepared a lightning chain, and then bursting the brain of another Siren next to her. Even though the extra pair of arms allowed the Krakens to hold spells far faster than humans, they were completely unable to compete with the Death Gaze in terms of rate of fire. Just against the firepower, Diego alone suppressed all seven krakens on the other side.

The Nagas probably never dreamed that such an ordinary-looking merchant ship would have such a powerful force, and that a smaller human kingdom like Fort Riptide might not have such a well-trained marine, and if it weren't for the lack of heavy dwarven artillery on this merchant ship, they would almost have thought it was a camouflaged warship, and they stupidly jumped headlong into the trap carefully arranged by the humans.

The battle continued for another quarter of an hour, and when the Naga had finally lost more than thirty casualties, a kraken who seemed to be the leader let out a long, high-pitched roar, and the Naga, who were already on the verge of collapse, turned around and fled to the surface of the sea as if they had been granted amnesty. They retreated in such a hurry that they didn't even take some of their wounded companions with them.

"It's really over this time, right?" Looking at the soldiers mending their knives, Diego put away his musket and shouted towards the deck.

"It should be! Thirty-four, including four Kraken Mages! Captain Aubrey counted the Naga corpses on the boat and floating on the water in the distance, "We must have hurt them, even for a medium-sized Naga Siren clan, it's a nerve-wracking loss. ”

But just then, a sailor who was pushing the bloody water from the deck overboard with a mop suddenly screamed.

"Come and see, what is that!"

Everyone nervously came to the side of the boat and looked underwater.

They faintly saw an incomparably large black shadow appear in the deep sea below the Maiden. This terrifying black shadow silently approached them from the deepest part of the sea, several huge tentacles dancing in the water, like the tentacles of death.

"Oh my God, it's Erzumat! Was it the madman who freed it from the bottomless abyss? Captain Aubrey suddenly wailed in despair.

Diego finally remembered what it was. He swallowed with difficulty, and his harsh voice was barely audible to himself:

"Who else but the Siren King Ishara?"