"Knock, knock, knock" The sound of the waves, of course, is loud. The big ones seem to be going to shatter the whole world in a raging wave. But as the Damned Lady rolled in the city-destroying waves, the sound in the webworm's ears drowned out the chaotic sounds. The powerful sound was implied with some natural beat, it was the sound of Lothar's heartbeat. Even through a layer of shirt, the mercenary could hear clearly. It is said that the more people are trained, the slower their hearts beat and each beat is stronger than ordinary people, and the heart of the Count of Montenegro beats extremely strongly, which is understandable, but it is not true to say that he beats slowly.

"Are you nervous?, why is your heart beating like a drum?" came from under Lothar's chin, and the mercenary was now almost entirely in the Count's arms because of the posture. Lothar opened his mouth to say something, his heart beating faster, of course, not because he was afraid of the waves outside the boat, but more because it was the first time he had been in such close contact with a networm. Even though the two of them are quite casual in their words, they still retain a considerable distance in their actions.

On the one hand, the Count of Montenegro was taught to instinctively respect a woman, and this respect focused on reducing physical contact between men and women. On the other hand, as a mercenary, especially a female mercenary, she has long made it an instinct to protect herself, and men are dangerous many times, regardless of whether they are companions or not. She has seen too many women hurt by those around her because of a momentary negligence, and many of them have been working with partners for many years. Impulses, wild impulses that come from instinct, are not something that anyone can suppress, and when the pressure exceeds the threshold, no one knows what will happen.

Amazingly, even in such close contact with Lothar, the networm was not afraid. She had inexplicable confidence in this man, because he was not only a warrior, a nobleman, but also a knight who followed the tradition of glory. If the Count could see the mercenary's face at this time, he would have noticed that the webworm had a sly smile when he asked him about his heartbeat, like a spider watching its prey struggle in vain on its web.

"Of course I'm not nervous, how could I be nervous? It's funny, ha, ha" Lothar's voice was a little stiff, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his neck, and it wasn't because of the heat. Such a reaction is rare, you must know that even when facing a rat giant as tall as a house alone on the battlefield, the Count of Montenegro has never shown such a flustered posture. The networm's smile was even more pronounced, and she was about to take this rare opportunity to see how Lothar reacted, but at that moment, a strong sense of weightlessness struck everyone.

"Huh!" Qili roared excitedly in the darkness, and the whole person was tossing and turning in the cabin like an ape. Even when she was having fun, the witch would follow the example of the captains and give some commands. For example, when the whole ship is violently pressed to the bottom of the water and feels weightless, Qili says, "Be careful, there are big waves hitting our deck! If you don't want to be washed down to feed the fish, you'd better hold on to me, little cubs!"

"The soup pot is on top, O great witch, please save us. Or at least quiet Kiri. Peg was alone on the floor, pinned to the floor by spider silk, praying quietly. But unfortunately, the great witches of the Heartless Witch Order are not gods after all, and even if they are real gods, how many of them will generously respond to the prayers of every believer? The noise outside the cabin was a little smaller, but it was not because the speed of the tsunami had slowed down, but the sound of the collision in the water was not so obvious.

"Boom!" the heavy voice widened the eyes of the few who had not yet adjusted to the silence, and they clearly felt that the Cursed Lady had hit something. Judging by the sound of the collision, it is most likely not the seabed or reef. "Knock, knock!" more crashes were heard, and each time the ship changed direction.

"What's going on, what did we bump into?" Lothar asked the witches in a loud voice, thinking of the large deep-sea predators that Kiri had mentioned when he had encountered the whale carcasses earlier, and that the Count was afraid that the things that collided with them were the giants of the deep. If that's the case, no one can say whether the Cursed Lady will be swallowed by some curious giant individual, let alone follow the tsunami to Lost Heart Bay, I'm afraid that before the oxygen runs out, a few people will become the monster's belly.

"I don't know, I'm trying to figure it out!" replied Peg gritting her teeth, she didn't remember that the sea beast would follow the tsunami to the sea so close to the shore, but the successive collisions made her dare not slack off, and with the surge of magic, the hair on the back of the little witch's head burrowed into the cracks in the deck like a small snake, making contact with the ice that protected the hull. Then, with this method, Peg was able to get a vague glimpse of what was happening outside the cabin. "Soup pot, what are these!"

The perception of magic is not as intuitive as that of sight and sound, so Peg cannot directly see what is outside the cabin. But what the little witch knows for sure is that around the Damned Lady are several large, similar-looking individuals. The largest of them were the size of two Damned Lady, and the smaller were on the same level as ships. These strange things remained relatively balanced in the turbulent eddies of the tsunami's lower layers, and even if you look closely, you will see that the distances between them have been kept at a subtle level.

Kiri was also intrigued by Peg's scream, she grabbed a pillar, put her hand on the deck, and closed her eyes, as a witch with different eyes, her insight into things was already above Peg. As a glimmer of light leaked through the cracks in her eyelids, Kiri saw a more complete picture than the little witch. She saw the behemoths floating steadily in the sea as if there was no such space in the lightless whirlpool. "One, two... There were five of them, and they seemed to be, they seemed to be some huge eggs! Oh, I think the chicken that can lay eggs of this size must be the king of chickens!"

"It's not an egg! The shell of the egg is hard, but we bumped into these things without breaking it, the skin of those things is soft! They are not eggs, they are, they are eggs!" Peg corrected his companion's statement, but he was also startled by his own speculation. What kind of creatures would give birth to such huge eggs, and why did these eggs come from, was it an accident? Or was it just these strange things that the Great Witch had summoned them? Peg didn't know, and I was afraid that the question could only be answered by waiting for his companions to see Heartbreaker's Bay.