"Put away the sails and set up the torches beside the pallets!Quick, light all the torches for me! The one who is on standby in the cabin come down to me!" In the thick fog, only the light and sound could be used as a medium for conveying information, something that the captains had long thought of. Therefore, almost all ships have fixed torches or fires on their decks in advance, which on the one hand can mark the position of their ships for their companions to prevent collisions, and on the other hand, so that the crew can understand the captain's instructions and not get lost in their own ships.

As for the reason for the manpower in the cabin, this is also because most ships do not have a bottom made of iron birch, and it is not impossible for the Kraken to attack from below. The sailors in the cabin are there to report damage to the hull in a timely manner, to repair the rifts that can be repaired, and to stop the Kraken that has landed through the breach in the bottom of the ship. The first mate, having lit the torch beside the captain's helm, nodded to Hafdan by the light of the fire, and he had to go to the cabin to lead the sailors, and the captain was left to the captain on deck.

"Throw all your fears into the water! Knives out! But see clearly, if anyone cuts his own, I'll tie him up and drag him to the stern!" Hafdan roared, pulling down the mechanism next to the rudder wheel to lock the direction of the rudder, and drew his saber. It had been years since he had fought with this sword, and his sailors and first mate had been loyal to him ever since he became captain of the Black Arrow. So what the captain can expect now is that he is as neat as he was a few years ago.

"Knock! knock!" the sound of the drum came from the depths of the mist, attracting the attention of the Black Arrow aboard. This is also the signal that the captains agreed on before sailing, when a ship begins to beat the drum, it is a sign that it is under attack, and similarly, when the attack is beyond the range of the ship, the drum beat will change from a gentle announcement to a rapid call for help. "Knock, knock!" The sound of drums came from all directions, and if these signals were true, it meant that the entire fleet was attacked by the Kraken in multiple positions.

"Well, these fish-people were really tempting just now. Captain Hafdan whispered, not believing that the Kraken had sent out the vanguard as a victim of morale for the sailors. Those cannon fodder must be playing some role in the Kraken's favor. And this effect is likely to be related to the attack at hand.

"Enemy attack!" the shouts of the crew caught everyone's attention, and Halfdan looked at the source of the sound to see a shadow climbing up the starboard side of the deck in the firelight. The two sailors rushed forward with their scimitars in their hands, but before they could cut them down, the shadow raised his hand and shouted, "I, human!" The two sailors hesitated for a moment, and Hafdan, who was on the heights, cursed at the same time, "Those two fools!" The next second, the shadow who shouted that he was human drew a long sword from behind his back, and pierced the throat of one of the two at once. Another sailor let out a battle cry in hindsight, only to be kicked by an enemy who had already climbed onto the deck, followed by the sound of a man's throat being crushed.

"Starboard three! that guy is a fishman, throw him off the deck!" In fact, the captain didn't need to point out the direction, all the crew on deck noticed what had just happened. However, the Kraken only needs to fight for the time it will take to land. Unlike the slaves who had come before them, the Kraken who was now sent to attack was a true Raging Wave soldier, not very elite, but much better than the sailors in terms of training and equipment. Not to mention that behind him were his companions who had come to the deck one after another.

"Captain, shall we ask for help?" the drummer inquired to Hafdan, who had already seen four or five of his companions die in the Kraken resisting the climb to the deck.

"Fart, ask for help now, how will our Black Arrow be mixed at sea in the future!" replied not the captain, but the first mate who rushed out of the cabin at some point, "Captain, there is no movement down there, I'll kill these fish cubs first and then go back to guard the cabin, otherwise the guys below will all be like frightened rabbits." ”

Hafdan wanted to stop the first mate's actions, but stressed that combat discipline was inherently useless among loosely connected sailors, so the captain wisely chose not to do so, and instead went into the room behind him. Halfdan's temporary departure went unnoticed, and now everyone's attention on the ship was focused on the first mate, who had already cut down two Krakens in quick succession and cornered the last Kraken on board. And his opponent is not simple, this third Kraken is completely different from the other two of his kind, and more sailors have died at his hands than the other two combined. In fact, if the fog had faded a little more, the sailors would have seen that the Siren's armor was decorated with wave ornamentation, which meant that he had the rank of captain in the army of the scorching waves, and that he had killed at least ten or more enemies with his own hands.

Of course, with the level of knowledge that humans know about the Kraken, even if they see the ornament on the Kraken Captain's body, it is very likely that they will not be able to recognize it. But that doesn't mean the Black Arrow's first mate will be the next to die under the Snail Shell Sword. As the oldest crew member of Hafdan's side, this strong man, although reckless and even a little brainless, was still the second-in-command of the Black Arrow, because his loyalty, bravery, and courage coexisted with his bad side like two sides of the coin.

"Oh, you salted bastard, you think you're very powerful, don't you? The villain who dares to touch it in the fog, the coward with fish scales, I'll turn your blood into a stain on the deck, because a million bastards like you can't compare to a good guy who was killed by you!" The first mate's whisper turned to rage, and he held a logging axe in both hands, which, despite its lengthened handle and counterweight at the bottom, was once a logging axe, just as the first mate had once been a lumberjack.

The tomahawk left a conspicuous mark in the mist, and the mist at the edge of the trail swirled, faithfully recording the speed and strength of the axe. The Kraken had never seen such a weapon, and most seafarers used scimitars or daggers, which were easier to move around on narrow decks and easier to carry and use for other purposes. As a result, he made the big mistake of treating the Tomahawk slash as a threat on the same level as the scimitar's slash, and wanted to take it hard with his solid armor.

"Poof!" The falling tomahawk sank deep into the Siren's left shoulder, nearly cutting off his arm by the roots. But on the other hand, the snail shell sword also fell on the waist of the first mate by inertia, but it happened to be entangled by the clothes he was wearing haphazardly, and the serrated blade only stabbed into the flesh of the first mate.

"Haha! That's what I said, go down to the sea and feed the fish!" the first mate laughed, ignoring the blade of his sword, and with one foot on the Kraken's shoulder, he pulled out his battle axe, and threatened to cut off his opponent's head. But the kraken's tenacity was beyond the sailor's imagination, his right hand released the hilt of the sword, grabbed the first mate's calf, and pounced forward, opening his mouth to reveal two rows of sharp teeth, and his target was between the first mate's legs. The first mate was shocked, he didn't expect that the opponent still had the ability to retaliate, and he didn't expect the opponent to attack his vulnerable parts in such a disgusting way. But he didn't have time to react, and in the next second, his vital point would be shattered under the Kraken's sharp teeth.

"Whoosh!" The arrow with wings does not make such a sound in the air because it is not fast enough. The only thing that can produce such a harsh sound when rubbing against the air is the short arrows fired by well-made crossbow arrows. The short arrow, from behind the first mate, passed through his crotch and hit the Siren's open mouth with precision, the back of the arrow sticking out of his lip and the front end piercing his spine. There is only one person on the Black Arrow who has a crossbow capable of shooting such arrows, and it is precisely because of this crossbow arrow that the ship has the name Black Arrow.

"Next time, find someone who doesn't have such a good mouth to do this kind of thing. Captain Hafdan, who saved his first mate's life, said nonchalantly.