The Kraken hiding behind the mast smiled hideously at the corner of his mouth, and through the subtle changes in the mist, he could easily sense the approach that the human thought was hidden. The fleshy webbed hand clenched the short spear, and the moment Hafdan approached the mast, the Siren would emerge from behind the mast to surprise him. However, the warriors from the bottom of the sea overlooked one thing, the Black Arrow was Halfdan's ship, and as a sailor and its captain who lived on this ship for several years, Halfdan knew more about the Black Arrow than his own palm prints.

Sometimes, Hafdan always felt that his ship was alive. Of course, it's just a vague feeling, like the feeling that people have been with for many years, such as a coat that has been worn for a long time and one day falls off a button, which reminds people of a bad part of their life. The relationship between the captain and his ship is more like that of a blacksmith and his casting tools, a sculptor and his chisel, and a painter and a paintbrush than a garment, so that Hafdan knows what kind of conspiracy awaits him, whether it is intuition, or whether it is the perception of some clue that is outside or undetected by the senses. It is dangerous to be aware of a conspiracy, especially when the conspiracy is known and the planner of the conspiracy is unaware of it, or even complacent, then he will often get caught in a net, a net woven by himself, but held in the hands of others.

The captain had such a net, but it was originally placed on the deck to salvage things in the water. Hafdan didn't know how accurate the Kraken's perception of his surroundings was, but since the other party knew his whereabouts and set up an ambush, he had a reason not to risk picking up the net in case it startled. Yes, young sailors who have just come to work on deck are often caught or tripped over by the nets on the ground, because the nets on the Black Arrow are not fishing nets, so the nets are wide open, so big that if you are not careful, you will stick your feet into the mesh without realizing it. He's going to take advantage of that now.

Hafdan began to change the direction of the mast without a notice, adjusting the position between him and the opponent behind the mast, placing the nets stacked on the deck in the middle of the two. The captain licked his chapped lips, he hadn't drunk water in a while, and the thick mist around him didn't make him feel wet in the slightest, just cold and illusory. Footsteps, approaching, he began to shorten the distance between himself and the enemy, acting as if he had no idea what was about to happen.

And so at that moment, the moment when both the attacker and the attacked know, the battle took place. The Kraken didn't let out a war cry or howl, which would have given the other water fingers where he was. His wet feet on the deck surprisingly didn't make any sound, and the textured soles of his feet didn't slip easily. The right hand was handed out, and the deadly gift was delivered, the tip of the short spear was polished from the reef, a hard stone that had been washed away in the sea for an unknown number of years, and its hardness was not inferior to that of a human metal weapon. The mist, rolling as the tip of the spear passed through them, faithfully recorded the trajectory of the blow and gave Hafdan a hint. It would be difficult for ordinary people to detect a deadly attack from the change in the mist of this smile, but the captain's spirit was already highly tense, so when the tip of the spear appeared in his line of sight through the fog, his body quickly leaned back, and his right foot stepped back to support his body from falling. But he didn't rush to shoot the bolt, there was only one chance, the Kraken wouldn't give him a chance to wind it again, he had to wait.

"Boom!" the captain could no longer control the force as his right foot stepped on the deck, making a clear sound. It's just that the sound is too different from the sound of a human body falling to the ground, and there is no resistance from the weapon. The Kraken knew that his attack had been dodged by humans. It was a great shame that the warrior of the mighty waves had gone to attack a man on the ground in a thick fog, only to be dodged by the other party! Without much thought, he immediately rushed out of the mast and tried to kill the human before he could regain his balance. But when he rushed, he stepped on the net on the ground. "Gah!" Not all Krakens have studied human language seriously, so most of them can only make meaningless howls or screams of pain in the air without water. And at this time, the Kraken is probably somewhere in between.

The Kraken was momentarily flustered by something sudden, and the warrior's training prevented him from stumbling as Hafdan had imagined, but the large number of nets did limit his movements. The Kraken began to hesitate what he should do, whether to leave the things on his feet and forcibly pounce on it and kill the human, or to get rid of the restraints before making plans. And most importantly, his cry was sure to attract the other sailors. However, the scorching Siren has apparently forgotten the biggest problem he is facing right now, when the fish gets stuck in the net, the fisherman will come.

"Huh... Hafdan didn't do much of a thrilling exercise, but he still had to gasp for air to keep his oxygen supply, and God knows if his heart beat faster or stopped the moment he dodged the spear, but whatever happened, the result was that the captain carried out his plan perfectly. With his crossbow bolt in hand, he cautiously approached the enemy trapped in the net, while the sailor, who had always spoken foul language, remained surprisingly quiet this time. He didn't have anything to say to these Krakens.

The captain of the ship, with a crossbow arrow, and the Siren, holding a short spear. The two looked at each other at a subtle distance in the fog. The warriors of the Burning Waves were well protected by armor, and Hafdan was not sure if his crossbow arrows would be able to penetrate three layers of armor, and who knew where the fish-men's hearts were, and perhaps the vital organs of the humans were just insignificant organs to them. So he needs time to aim at parts that can kill or at least seriously injure his opponent with a single hit, such as the head.

Although the Kraken does not often see human crossbow arrows, the human side still used bows and arrows to snipe the Kraken trying to climb the hull of the ship when the fog was thin, so they understand that humans have some kind of weapon that can kill without contact. Although the human with the strange hat in front of him was holding something different from the bow and arrow he had seen before, just based on the fact that the other party kept pointing at certain parts of his body with that thing, the kraken could immediately react that this was probably not a good thing. So he immediately tried to curl up his body to protect his vital point. This makes the captain's aiming time even longer. Late, it will change.

"There's a fish-man here!" the sound of a battle sounded not far away, and it seemed that more Krakens and sailors were clashing. Hafdan's brow furrowed, and he realized that now was not the time to spend time with the other party, and as the captain he had more important tasks to complete. But this momentary distraction made him reveal a fatal flaw.

"Hum!" the spear, out of his hand, had pierced deep into the belly of the captain by the time he understood what was happening. "Bastard!" the bowstring, from tight to flabby, sent arrows that shattered the Kraken's sinister smirk, and the short arrows plunged into the pupilless eyes that only exposed the bottom end. "Damn it. The captain cursed, reaching out to cover the wound in his abdomen, fortunately, this place was not fatal for a short time, as long as the bleeding could be controlled, the severity of the wound could be suppressed. However, just when the captain wanted to see what was around or someone who could help, the fog was even thicker.

In Hafdan's perception, the loud sound of battle just now became far away, and a large amount of fog completely obscured his vision, making it impossible for people to know where they were. If this continues, the fleet will not be able to resist those fishmen. This was what the captain thought of as he watched the enemy he had killed disappear as they were swallowed up by the fog.