"Shhh This also caused the snail shell sword, which had just been removed from the wound a little, to return to its original place.

"What are you doing?" the first mate let out a low roar when he saw that the ship's doctor had stopped moving and that he was still feeling pain. This voice frightened the ship doctor a lot, he was a sailor who had only learned simple first aid knowledge halfway home, far from the real doctor, and the situation in front of him was beyond his ability, coupled with this roar, but he also lost the last bit of confidence. So the ship doctor simply let go of his hands, saying that he could not do anything. Fortunately, before the situation developed further, Captain Hafdan took notice of the situation.

"What's going on?" the captain's question was a little absent-minded, and most of his attention was focused on listening to the drums on the other ships and guarding against the enemy who might come again. In fact, this is a lot of concern for Havedan, although it is in the thick fog, the position of the Black Arrow is still in the center of the fleet, and given that there are pallets between the ships to provide reinforcements to and fro, the Krakens have no intention of disintegrating the entire fleet from the middle for the time being. After all, ships and land are different, and if a ship in a key position is really lost, the human side can completely change the formation to turn the disadvantage into an advantage.

"Captain, I've never seen such an evil thing, and I'm afraid I'll have to amputate my leg if I want to say it. The doctor half-truthfully explained to Hafdan, but given that the wound of the first mate was in the waist, if the limb were to be amputated, it would be difficult for the person who had the prosthesis to figure out whether to do the upper body or the lower body. It's a joke, of course, but it's not all fake.

The captain frowned and handed the cutlass to the doctor, telling him to be on guard. Then he crouched down and carefully examined the wounds on the first mate's body. Thanks to the light of the torches, the fog had not yet reached the point where he could not reach his fingers, and the captain could still see more clearly how the snail-shelled sword with its various barbs and pointed hooks was embedded in the flesh of his crew.

Human beings are unable to create such a vicious weapon, and it should be said that no intelligent race would deliberately expend such a huge amount of effort to create such a long sword that is only born to torture opponents. But nature's creatures are always beyond the imagination of those who pretend to be primates, isn't it? After observation, Hafdan was able to confirm that the sword was made up of multiple conch shells glued together in an unknowable way, in order to turn the defensive hook on the conch's body into a weapon that would make the opponent's life worse than death.

It is true that they don't like humans, but that doesn't mean they'd rather give up efficient combat methods and use weapons that stick to their opponents' flesh and skin to reduce their killing efficiency. The snail shell sword was not originally made to fight humans, and the barbs on them were not designed to turn up flesh and blood after piercing the soft skin tissue of humans, and the snail shell sword was made on the premise of a battle between krakens. And those hooks are formed to peel off the scales from the opponent's body.

But knowing the correct use of the Snail Shell Sword did not mean that it would relieve the current predicament, and Hafdan tried to move the blade in several directions, in exchange for some barbs loosening and others going deeper. If you want to pull this cruel weapon out of the first mate's body, you must be prepared to bring a lot of flesh and skin. Now the captain can only hope that these hooks do not touch the internal organs of the human body, otherwise the consequences of damage to the organs may be even more unimaginable.

"Captain, don't tease me, that quack can't get this thing out, you can't get it out, right? Pull it out, I can move on to dealing with the other fishmen!" The first mate was frightened by Halfdan's silence, the captain was the absolute authority on this ship, and even though the doctor declared that he could not do anything, the first mate still believed that his captain would be able to deal with his own wounds. Halfdan didn't immediately give a disappointing answer, he pondered another possibility.

The old captain's hand rubbed on the snail shell sword, and soon found the answer he wanted, "Come and two people help me, I want strong arms, quickly!" Several sailors responded, and quickly selected the two with the strongest arms among them to obey the captain's command. Hafdan asked them to hold the blade of the snail shell sword on the left and right, and then turned their hands to pick up the first mate's axe.

"It might hurt a little, bear with it. Without giving the first mate time to answer, the battle axe had already swung down and accurately hit the body of the snail shell sword, "Click!" The sound of the shell shattering made the captain quite satisfied, and he wanted to cut the weak part of the conch shell sword, so that the section of the sword embedded in the first mate's body shrunk. And it has indeed proved that although the hardness of the snail sword is comparable to that of an iron sword, it can never change the characteristics of its own material, and when a heavy weapon such as a tomahawk hits its edge, the blade of the sword will break.

Without further words, just a nod to the two sailors, the captain raised his tomahawk again and slashed at the other end of the sword, this time because the sword was already missing, the sailor on that side could not hold the snail shell sword well, and the captain's tomahawk sparked a spark on the sword. After these two impacts, the sword body pierced the first mate's body shook, and a little blood had flowed out of the wound. Hafdan was in trouble, fearing that another failed attempt would backfire and aggravate the crew's injuries.

The first mate gritted his teeth, pushed one of the sailors away, grabbed the shorter side by himself, and looked at Hafdan, "Come on!"

The captain said no more, picked up the tomahawk and fell down fiercely, "Click!" The snail shell sword shattered in response, leaving only half a finger-long blade still stuck in the sailor's waist. Such an injury, although it may seem serious, is not fatal in the short term, and as long as this position is not hit again, the first mate can even recover most of his mobility.

"When you get back to shore, get a serious doctor to take it off, and for now you can take it as a souvenir." Halfdan's words drew a burst of laughter, and sailors had a similar habit of having earrings on their ears most of them, and although the material may not be valuable, it was a way for them to show off their loot.

However, the relaxed atmosphere did not last long, and the drumming in the fog gradually became faster. "Captain, there's a call for help on the right flank!" "Captain, there's a call for help on the left!" "Captain, we've got a sneak attack on our buttocks!" the sailors in charge of distinguishing the drums reported the information they had received, and Hafdan's face sank, he knew that this was what this war should be. The Krakens won't let them fight so easily.

"You go down first and take care of the situation in the cabin, the more you are now, the more you can't mess up. The first mate listened, got up from the deck, nodded to the captain, and walked to his post. Behind him, Hafdan's voice could be vaguely heard, "You guys, go to the right flank!

When the first mate stepped out of the cabin, he didn't think for any reason that there was still not a ripple on the sea.