The Penguin's crew had been divided into two shifts, full of worry and suspicion, and the exhausted body soon fell asleep to the sound of the sea crashing against the side of the ship, and the night became darker and darker, like a dark iron curtain covering the sky on a moonless night.

Aldrich, squinting and taking a nap, sat in the leeward cabin on the deck, surrounded by knights who swore to follow him, led by Phils Bargan, forming the Penguin's most powerful group, and also the most cohesive four-man squad - enough to form a diamond-shaped battle formation, the basic combat unit that has stood the test of the times and lasted for a long time among the many formations in the Western Frontier period.

A strong pull wanted to bring him closer to the secret realm between the unreal and the real, but he was worried that the battle would break out at some point, and for the sake of the Penguin's safety, Tris struggled to stay awake.

However, in a place where he could not perceive, Thor's hammer, which was included in the red socks, quietly came to the holiday island through a secret channel. The god of Odin is the theocratic weapon of the King of Thunder, and the famous enemy of the giants is now ownerless, which immediately attracts the competition between the king of the reindeer and the pumpkin king, and the former, who is more closely connected, quickly gains the upper hand.

When the dust settled, the short-handled thunderhammer hung from the branches of the cypress trees, second only to Venus at the top, and the island expanded dramatically, growing with each breath until the parched lake was filled.

The faint sound of blessings came and went, the evergreen cypress trees condensed into thick clouds out of thin air, and the snow wool of hexagonal frost flowers fell one after another, and when they touched the branches and leaves, they made a pleasant wind chime.

If Aldrich entered the secret realm of the lake at this time, he would have been blessed by the king of the reindeer with the hammer of Thor, and he might be directly promoted to the rank of great knight, but unfortunately, the indescribable invisible hand in the dark interfered with his steps across the trajectory of fate.

The Penguin could not shake off its pursuers behind her, and with the guidance of the undead servants of the eagle-headed body, the right-eyed sacrificial elder Heridmar was always able to correct the direction and keep speeding up to close the distance between them.

The two sides, who lacked meat and were not good at night fighting, remained silent with restraint, and when the dawn was nearing the end of the horizon, the distant horizon revealed the faint light of the morning sun, and the roar of the Storm Knight, who had survived the long night with his eyes, woke all the Harold warriors on the ship with a roar.

Bloody with red eyes, Fleet tore off his cumbersome bearskin cloak, removed the shoulder armor that hindered the movement of his hands, raised his battle axe in the air, and summoned the power of the storm in his body, unleashing a series of thunder teeth on the shiny blade of the axe.

As the third-ranked Storm Knight, Fleet's divine blood concentration and strength are far worse than Granar's, and the second-place Storm Knight can condense an amazingly powerful ball lightning bolt out of thin air, and he can only attach a lethal electric spark to his weapon.

Fleet must still have his own hole cards, but unfortunately he will definitely not reveal them until the critical moment, especially when the core members of the Elder Sacrifice Group are by his side, and the last Storm Knight does not want to show off.

Aldrich, half-asleep, was alarmed by his inner sensitivity to danger, and suddenly opened his eyes, and through the bright skylight, through the aft sampan of the Penguin, he saw the undulating pursuers between the waves, a Western-earth converted warship the size of a button—close enough to fire ballista shells.

"Whoa," Tris stood up suddenly, shook his somewhat dizzy head, looked around to the left and right, and was surprised to find that most of the crew were dozing off, obviously divided into two shifts and not having enough time to rest.

Aldrich, though a little unbearable, but the ensuing battle was not to be slackened, Aldrich stepped on a heavy step to the helmsman's position, the old captain Buckner one-eyed lay on the deck with his eyes closed, and at the helm was an old man who had followed him for many years, the boatswain, who had lost his left leg and replaced it with a wooden prosthesis, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he saw the Fourth Knight approaching, and bowed his head in unhurried respect.

"If you put an iron hook on your right hand, you'll be a classic pirate captain. Aldrich retracted his reverie, lately he has always involuntarily extracted the knowledge, observations and hearings of his past life from his memory, and he can't tell the difference between the two.

Triss crossed the rudder to Martin Opryan's captain's cabin, and instead of waking the chief knight, he grabbed the pendulum of the brass bell and gently shook it back and forth, making a "dang...... While...... When".

The crisp sound of the bell woke everyone on board, not only the crew members on duty who were negligent in their duties, but even the adventurers who were resting in the cabins on the second floor below the deck opened their eyes and woke up suddenly.

Martin Opry pushed open the door of the captain's cabin vigorously, and his originally angry face did not change his face immediately when he saw that it was Aldrich ringing the bronze bell for the battle, but the cloudy and sunny turned into a knowing smile to each other.

The fate of his personal strength, qualifications, and prestige was left behind, which made Martin Opry from the city guard very painful, but fortunately, Aldrich, who also belonged to a knightly family, knew the rules and respected him, did not fight for power, but maintained a certain degree of dignity between superiors and subordinates.

Normally, there can be different voices, but Triss chooses to take a step back, act as a backdrop for Martin Opry, and then treat himself like an ordinary ship-side soldier, waiting for a wise and decisive decision or a stupid and ignorant decision.

The knight chief took out a monocular from his waist bag, opened it and aimed at the pursuers in the rear, "The modified warship of our Western Soil Alliance has been damaged and damaged in many places by the war, and it is estimated that it is the vanguard who was killed and captured when the North Sea Sea Wolf was strangled. ”

Putting away the valuable alchemy artifacts he had bought on the black market, Martin Opry handed it to the old captain, and Buckner One-Eye took it and took it, then opened it to take a closer look at the enemy.

The sight distance is much better than that of ordinary goods, and the vision is getting clearer, and you can clearly see the people walking on the deck of the pursuing warship, and there is no special place, the old captain of the Penguin put away the monoculars and prepared to return them to the original owner, Martin Opry, but the chief knight reached out and pointed at Aldrich, and Buckner One-Eye, who immediately understood, immediately handed it to the fourth knight.

Closing his left eye and pointing the barrel to his right, Aldridge found much more detail than the two of them, and immediately added: "Ballista! The Harolds are being debugged on the deck, but there are not many of them, and they seem to have been patched together." It seems that the engineering skills of the three North Sea countries are unusually high, and the overall standard is not lower than ours, and the legend that they contain dwarves may be true. ”

Aldrich then swept in four directions with a telescope in hand, and found no ambushed enemy, "We're lucky, we only have one ship pursuer! Want to eat the penguin armed to the teeth, this lone wolf in the North Sea is still confident, maybe the storm knight or the high-ranking berserker stay on board." ”

He put down the valuable alchemy artifact, carefully put it away and returned it to the chief knight, "The pursuers will not say hello with ballistas and stone shells according to the tradition of the sea." ”

Martin Opry also wanted to wipe out the enemy within range of the ballista, and after listening to Aldrich's opinion, he nodded approvingly, and then immediately ordered the crew to operate the ballista to test the pursuing ship with rapid-fire fire.

The Northern Sea Route swept through the past in waves, and even a novice who didn't know anything could handle this big guy with hundreds of rounds of ballistas, not to mention that there were also euphorbia soldiers in the city guard who pointed out and corrected them from time to time.

The sailors first measured the wind direction and speed, adjusted the gear button of the ballista to the appropriate position, put the pumpkin-sized stone bullet into the woven mesh bag, released the spring knob, and the ejection arm immediately threw the remaining number of stone bullets into the sky.

Drawing through a natural arc, the stone bullet fell into the sea with a thud, and it seemed to have no lethality except to stir up a high column of water and pour cold water on the crew on the deck.

The spectacle of the sparkling water rising one after another near the ship's side once again evokes the memories of the Harolds, but most are thankful that the gods of Odin who have died years ago are still looking after their descendants.

However, the lone wolf in the North Sea, who had placed all his trust in luck and did not follow the war code to avoid it in a serpentine way, soon suffered a hardship, and two tumbling stone bullets passed by the stern of the ship, and a large canopy of wooden planks exploded.

The captured sailors had foreseen lying on the deck, while the Harold soldiers who had been in control of him were wounded and fell to the ground on the spot, dying with their eyes closed.

The sailor, who had suffered from the whip, took the opportunity to pounce on him, took off the halberd that was tied to his belt, pried open the shackles of his hands and feet, and wiped the sharp weapon against the overseer's neck, took away his exploits, and jumped into the sea to wait for the opportunity.

It is not the tradition of the Harolds who came out of the snow and ice to be beaten but not to fight back, they are keen to return the favor with a tooth for a tooth, continue to pursue and close the distance between the two sides, and operate the captured ballista to give the enemy the same taste of pain, which is the return of the wolves of the North Sea.

It's a pity that there are no skilled veterans, and the accuracy of the stone projectile is too far behind, and it shamefully deviates from the target by a few tens of meters, instead of hitting more and more accurately like the opponent.

"We can't go on like this. The elder priest paused heavily, and wisps of gray smoke rose from all the cracks of the gangways of the tattered warship, which was condensed like substance, and was not easily blown away by the sea breeze, and soon enveloped the hull.

This move made the Penguin's ballistamen stare in the eyes, and Martin Opry immediately stopped the battle, and the old captain had no room to intervene in the battle, and Aldrich was also at a loss for the pursuers' methods, so he acquiesced without objection.

The caster of Heradmar's tricks didn't stop there, as a cold mist swept across the sea, turning the sea water shattered by the bow into a tidal mist, and the range of the disguised spell was much larger, and the vanguard had even reached the Penguin.

"Prepare for a broadside battle!" "Martin Opry brought out his own standard sword, there will be a battle sooner or later, the sooner the better, being chased all the way home by the enemy, there are too many variables.

The view could not be blocked by the mist, but the Elder Priest had additional eyes to guide the undead servants hidden in the shadow of the Penguin, guiding the lone wolf of the North Sea to gallop.

With a "bang", the two warships of the Western Earth City-State Alliance collided, and although the soldiers on both sides had expectations, most of them still couldn't stand and rolled together on the deck, making the cruel and merciless fight very ridiculous from the beginning.

The gloomy mist quietly dissipated, and at the same time, the two warships side by side were found close at hand, dozens of flying claws and hooks and ropes were thrown at each other, and the soldiers on the ship roared angrily and rushed towards the undying enemy.

Aldrich, who was targeted by the Storm Knight and regarded him as his prey, immediately fought back, provocatively hooking his hand at his opponent, making a gesture of cutting his throat, which was the most commonly used by the Three North Sea Kingdoms.

Enraged, Fleet kicked away the adventurer who swung in front of him, and before he could even kill him, he grabbed the rope and pounced on Triss on the deck of the Penguin.

Condescendingly, Aldrich frowned, "Retreat!" and stepped back to make way for a vacant seat, but when the Storm Knight let go, he rushed forward, turned and held the heavy sword in both hands, and accelerated the horizontal slash in a semicircular step.

"When!" In desperation, Fleet, who had not yet stood on his feet, could only block with a horizontal axe, and "Wow" took three steps back, leaving obvious marks on the deck.

"Zila!" jagged lightning sparks erupted from the blade of the heavy battle axe, and the proud Storm Knight was completely furious, his red hair rising like flames, just like he was in at the moment.