The pirate ships were all equipped with artillery, which was the weapon they used against the navy of the human kingdom. However, when plundering merchant ships, they could not have used such firepower. After all, they are only trying to make money, and if they blow up and sink the cargo ship, they will not gain anything.

Because the previous goblin captain didn't want to hurt the walking gold coins in his eyes, when he surrounded the elven paladin's party, his pirates were disarmed by the high elf warriors who suddenly appeared without preparing their bows and crossbows.

Now, these crudely crafted ranged weapons are cheaper for Roland them.

Having spent a long time on a North Sea pirate ship, even if he was just a merchant himself, Greezx knew a thing or two about how to steer ships. And thanks to the goblin merchant's precise eye, most of the captives he picked out honestly carried out Roland's orders.

There were not many crossbows on board, only a little more than twenty small crossbows. There is not a single longbow that is too demanding for the user and is not easy to maintain on the wet sea.

For pirates who travel the seas, the time spent training with bows and arrows is not worth the cost, and most of them are armed with scimitars or bayonets to fight their enemies. The reason why there are so many crossbow arrows under control on this ship may be inseparable from the goblin consortium behind them.

But for a single goal, that's enough. After all, this group of card creatures under Roland's command can't be as good as a real elven ranger. Ranged weapons can only suppress and harass the werewolf, and the real duel is still close combat.

But before that, they need to consume each other's stamina first. It's like a human hunter rounding up their prey, pushing each other to the point of no escape, step by step.

The pirate ship slowly returned to the Pioneer floating on the sea, and there was a distance of about ten meters between the two ships, which was the jump limit that Lotherma guessed based on the speed and strength displayed by the werewolf.

Due to the previous standoff and the delay in searching for weapons, by the time the pirate ship arrived at the freighter, they could no longer find a human on the deck of the Herald.

The wooden deck was strewn with bright red blood and scattered stumps, and from a distance it looked like hell on earth. The tall werewolf's whole body was stained red with blood, and its otherwise smooth body was covered with shallow wounds, which were the last struggles left in the world by the humans buried under the wolf's kiss.

Facing this demon-like bloody monster, the twenty High Elf warriors were expressionless, not reacting to the werewolf's terrifying momentum in the slightest. They stood quietly near the side of the ship, carrying the crossbow arrows they had prepared, and stared at the werewolf lying on the opposite ship in the sea of corpses and blood.

"Ready—"

The frost-faced Elven Ranger stood on the side of the ship, shouting the command in Salas.

Behind him, the elven warrior with crossbow bolts stepped forward, set up the bow and crossbow in his hand, and formed a golden wall of people on the deck. The steel arrows shone in the sunlight.

Lotherma narrowed her eyes, feeling the flow of the sea breeze as she estimated the distance between the werewolf and herself.

In the silence, the warriors with their bows and crossbows held their breath. They held their crossbows in their hands and aimed at their targets while adjusting the frequency of their breathing.

Just a few seconds later, the lead ranger gave the order.

"Twenty yards, 15 degrees east-south, put!"

As Lotherma's words fell, the sharp arrow in his hand buzzed out of the string and shot towards the werewolf on the other side. With the beginning of this arrow, accompanied by the sound of more than twenty bowstrings vibrating, a concentrated rain of arrows followed.

More than twenty High Elf warriors fired arrows at the same time, although they did not have the power of flying locusts, but for a single target, it was enough to shock people.

After an arrow was fired, without pause, they gently bent down, drew a long arrow from the quiver placed at their feet, and began to wind it.

The screeching sound of arrows cutting through the air alarmed the werewolf who had suffered a loss at the hands of the elven ranger before, and his two forearms firmly protected his head, and he subconsciously rolled to the side, dodging half of the arrows.

Despite the limited coverage of the elven warriors due to the scarcity of bows and crossbows, the reflexes of the werewolves were unable to dodge all the attacks.

As all the elven warriors rotated and shot one after another, until all the quivers were shot empty, the werewolf who had been in a position to fight had turned into a big hedgehog.

Finally, the continuous rain of arrows stopped, and the werewolf stood upright, let out an earth-shattering roar, and then kicked his feet and ran up the deck, as if intending to jump over the distance between the two ships and make the hateful creatures in front of him pay for their stupidity.

Bang!

The moment he left the deck of the Harbinger, the werewolf with a fierce face stomped on the guardrail of the ship's side with its hind feet, making a loud noise. Under its violent force, Roland seemed to feel the huge cargo ship on the opposite side swaying under this foot.

This werewolf is coming over and fighting hard!

As soon as this thought flashed through the elven paladin's mind, the werewolf's tall body crossed most of the distance in mid-air, and it was about to land on the pirate ship.

Under its vigorous movement, countless wounds all over his body reopened, and blood kept oozing from the wounds, mixing with the blood of the humans who had died at his hands, making his whole body even more red.

"Raise your sword and meet the enemy!"

Faced with the menacing werewolf, Roland was only stunned for a moment before giving the order. Even if the individual strength of the group of card creatures under his command is not high, it is better than discipline and fearlessness!

When a large number of low-level fighters were arranged in a neat formation, it was impossible for even high-level fighters to simply take down all of them, let alone this irrational monster in front of them?

Perhaps it was because the previous battle had consumed too much physical strength, or perhaps it was because there were too many wounds on the werewolf that had increased its burden, and under the siege of more than twenty low-level warriors, the beast finally showed its decline.

I'm tired of fighting! The elven paladin clenched his sword and joined the battle, the rune sword that had paid attention to the holy light radiated a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, and a golden horse slashed down from the air, putting an end to the werewolf's atrocity.

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