The burgundy beard swelled with inwrath, and Reyek Whaletooth, the bloody centurion and captain, grabbed the javelin from the guard's hand, weighed it a few times to find the right center of gravity, ran three steps on the deck, and threw it at the Penguin, which was constantly firing cannons.

The reverse sea breeze did not affect the trajectory of the javelin in the slightest, it was like having wings, the invisible wings flew with the wind, gradually climbed up, and when it reached the highest point, it turned the head of the spear and fell sharply, just like Gungnir, the theocratic weapon of the father of the gods and all beings of Odin Udin, like a meteor across the distant sky, hitting the ballista that was still firing, and destroying it directly.

Aldrich, who was preparing to fight on the deck, saw such an astonishing scene, and secretly wondered in his heart: "It must hit, extend the attack distance, and the gravitational acceleration leads to amazing destructive power, and even the javelin itself is destroyed." On the opposite side of the dragon warship, there should be a legendary berserker, and a heroic descendant like Baruch Stoneaxe. ”

The stone projectiles that were thrown continued, but the accuracy was getting lower and lower, and most of them landed on the sides of the dragon head battleship, and there was no threat except to stir up a high column of water.

Closer, closer, closer. Four hundred meters, three hundred and fifty meters, three hundred meters, and finally it was the turn of the Harolds' amazing longbow to start wielding.

A bundle of arrows of the thickness of the hug was immersed in the oil drum, and behind the arrows there was a combustible object braided with animal fur, and after being soaked in clear oil, the archers who had trained archery since childhood each grabbed a handful of them, and when they came to the edge of the ship, they lit the torch and immediately began to scatter themselves.

At first, only a handful of rockets were able to hit the Penguin, and nothing but a mocking laugh elicited them, and even if they did hit their targets, they would soon be extinguished by the sailors due to their scarcity.

However, as the two ships got closer and closer, the Harolds' rockets became denser, and they tried to aim at the position of the ballista that fired the stone projectile in the estimation, further muting the only weapon that could threaten the dragon warship.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, and a hundred meters, the cruel smiles on each other's faces could be seen from close proximity to the ground, but the Penguin was in a higher position, and the Harolds had to risk attacking from the back.

As for the specially modified warships, the warriors on board erected iron-clad wooden shields hanging from the side of the ship, and the winding crossbows dealt merciless blows to the other side, and the longbowmen who dared to show their heads were shot into "hedgehogs", and the long shields erected in front of them quickly became "haystacks".

"Come according to tradition! The landlubbers of the western soil, the soft-footed shrimp-like cowards, die generously like true warriors with the heart of victory, and not hide behind the walls of the city. ”

The bloody centurion's angry roar could not even hide the howling sea breeze, and his wild arrogance aroused the fighting spirit of many adventurers on the Penguin, but the leading knight chief did not speak, and no one dared to muster the courage to speak.

However, no one speaks, which does not mean that the real "warrior" will be timid, a senior adventurous union mercenary, relying on his deep qualifications, body and martial arts to reach the pinnacle of life, carrying his heavy sword to the helmsman's position.

The chief knight looked up and down at this arrogant man who didn't know the height of the sky, "I know your intentions, and I also know that there are many people on the ship who are holding their breath like you, and I can say in good conscience that you are gambling with the lives of the crew of the entire warship to win or lose, but unfortunately, there is a bloody centurion on the other side, and we have a good chance that we will not win." Hearing my explanation, do you want to keep going?"

The veteran mercenary nodded vigorously, he was confident in his own strength, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his fellow adventurers gather together, which made him feel good about himself, and he had the confidence to talk to the knight chief.

"For your shallow reason, I absolutely ......" He suddenly noticed the vicinity of the ship's mast, his sharp eyes swept his neck, and he turned his head to see the down-and-out country knight Phils Bargan, and his current "allegiance" Aldrich Triss, the legendary Fourth Knight of Eastwood City, the boss of the docklands.

Anyone who can become a knight captain on his own is not an unknown person, and because he is more familiar with Langton Morris, he quickly remembered the information of President Tris, who founded the Scavengers' Guild, and stirred his brain, and schemes and conspiracies appeared in an endless stream.

Then, he nodded against his will, "I personally have reservations about this! Since you propose a decisive battle, you must be the first to enter the field." ”

The senior mercenary had just relaxed his mood, and in an instant he was like a taut bowstring, with a cool breeze on his back, and his palms were full of cold sweat, he didn't expect that the knight chief would push him to the front, but for the sake of face, he made a big show in front of everyone, he quickly clenched his fists, raised his head high and made a victory declaration in advance.

The Penguin's rain of crossbow arrows and dense stone projectiles came to an abrupt halt at the shouts of the centurion of the dragon battleship, and the Harolds took a breath, then felt sincere admiration and admiration for their captain's bravery and bravery, and stopped the rocket attack amid the cheers.

The two warships continued to approach, maintaining a knightly demeanor in the name of tradition, and no one dared to strike a black hand, both tried to refrain until the distance was shortened to almost zero. With a "poof", the Harolds lowered the stone anchor and fixed the position of the dragon head battleship and no longer drifted with the waves.

Both sides lowered their treads at the boarding place of the ship, and the Penguin chose to be on the second deck due to its high position, keeping the two ships roughly equal.

The veteran mercenary untied most of his equipment and stepped onto the two bound pedals with heavy swords in both hands, and to everyone's surprise, the first person on the opposite side was a bald man with a burgundy beard, with a wheel axe in his hand, and he had just stepped into the decisive arena when the wooden pedals made a tooth-aching creak.

"Bloody centurion! The strongest warrior on the other side, Lomont is definitely not an opponent, he is simply going to die!"

The veteran mercenary's partners were not eyeless people, and they saw that the berserker was the leader of the dragon warship, so they regretted and prepared to cancel this one-sided battle.

But the tradition of the sea, how can it allow mercenaries who do not have the slightest honor of being a warrior to point fingers, saying that it starts at the beginning and ends when it ends, doesn't that make everyone play with it and turn it into the biggest joke of the year?

The highest-ranking knight chief had long been tired of them, and with a slight increase in his chin, he secretly ordered, and the city guard halberd soldiers who accompanied the ship separated them from the crowd. The clever people were not surprised by this, and they all fled one after another, but the recalcitrant did not dare to stand up to the city guards with official status.

The mercenaries were quickly forced into a corner, and when they were isolated, they still cursed with indignation, without the slightest intention of repenting, and did not even realize their mistakes, but pushed everything on the chief knight.

Lomón, a veteran adventurer, was not willing to be left to die, even if the opponent was a bloody centurion and a famous berserker, he believed that his martial arts skills were not vulnerable.

Luo Meng clenched his heavy sword in both hands, his eyes stared at the opponent's every move, but he quickly planned a countermeasure in his heart: "Resist for a while, and then take the opportunity to fall into the water, as long as you can save your life, it is not a big deal to lose a little prestige temporarily." ”

The senior mercenary took it for granted, and a well-thought-out countermeasure was certainly beneficial to him, and he could get out of the current predicament, or it could be said that he was in a desperate situation, but he had the idea of being invincible from the beginning, and planned around this idea, even if he was in full condition, it would be greatly reduced.

"Boom!" the heavy axe rested on the pedals, and just as Lomont breathed a sigh of relief, the bloody centurion grabbed the thick fur collar with both hands, and with a "hiss", easily tore it in half, drooping to the sides, and swaying in the wind against his trouser legs.

Standing up in the biting cold wind to face the opponent who could give some pressure, the berserker was a little excited, roared, his muscles stretched sharply, and the whole person expanded in a circle, and the clothes that were loose just now were tight and just close to the body.

Lomon's heart continued to sink like lead, if he still had some hope of escaping just now, but now he was not sure whether he could survive, he turned around to avoid the battle, or took the initiative to fall into the water to escape, but hundreds of pairs of eyes stared, and the last way of life was also cut off.

The senior mercenary who was cornered had to take out the ability to press the bottom of the box, only to hear him shout "Nuada", the thick right arm started from the palm, like a coating covered with a faint silver glow, the originally heavy two-handed heavy sword was now as light as a feather by his right hand at will.

The Blood Centurion raised his eyebrows, surprised by the change in his opponent, and thought to himself, "Followers of His Highness Tyre, the Odin War God! ”

"Whew!" The veteran mercenary who showed his strongest hole card took the lead in attacking, first jumping high with the help of the elasticity of the pedal, and then as soon as he landed, he turned into momentum with the help of the rebound force, his body almost slid against the board, and his two-handed heavy sword slashed at the berserker's knees.

"Damn!" the bloody centurion had to lift his axe to block, the wide axe blade rung, "ding", the good quality heavy sword did not break, slightly retracted, and then handed it diagonally upwards like a "thrust" with a spear technique, pointing directly at the opponent's ribs.

"Hah!" the berserker did not retreat, and slashed upwards with his axe in both hands, the face of the wheel axe resembling a guillotine oblique blade, blocking the mercenary's attack and severing his heavy sword.

If he hadn't retracted in time, Lomon's hands would probably not have been saved, but his secret glad it didn't last long, and the bloody centurion with an extremely fast recovery speed slashed sideways with an axe.

The mercenary who was ready to block with a broken sword at the right time and fell into the sea did not see the hot heat in the eyes of the berserker that only belonged to the love between lovers, and after discovering the opponent's "silver arm", the bloody centurion whose expression became extremely fanatical used 100% of his strength.

"Keng...... Whew!"

The sword shattered, the man cracked, a filthy rain of blood, two still alive wreckage, disbelief in the eyes, consciousness was quickly engulfed by darkness.

The berserker was victorious, and everyone in the dragon warship let out cheers, one after another, this scene made most of the adventurers on the Penguin who had never seen blood can't help but turn blue, and it was already very good if they didn't retch.

The chief knight secretly pinched a cold sweat, and now he personally confirmed with his eyes that the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea might have become weak, but the Berserkers of the Harolds really can't be measured at an ordinary level.

The bloody warriors who killed a hundred people may be slightly inferior to the great knights of the Western Soil, but the gap is really limited, and the small land is almost negligible.

He secretly wondered: "No one on the Penguin, including me, is the opponent of the Berserker, according to the tradition of the sea, can they take turns to challenge one by one, and then be killed by him effortlessly." How can this be?"

The knight's eyes immediately wandered around, and the first time he aimed in the direction of the ship's mast, the sharp-eyed Phils Bargan was still there, but there was no familiar and unfamiliar figure beside this loyal dog.

As if sensing the inquiring gaze of the leader of the adventurers accompanying the ship, the Oath-Keeping Commandment Knight nodded slightly, then tilted his chin in the direction of the pedal.

Unable to bear to see the warriors on board being slaughtered by a one-sided slaughter, Aldrich Triss chose to challenge the victor in the front, the bloody centurion and captain of the dragon warship, and as soon as he walked in and had not pushed away the onlookers who had lost their eagerness to try in front of them, they automatically left a vacant seat.

Many people disagree with Tris's status as the fourth knight, but now that the situation is endless, everyone is pinning their hopes on him.

"You're strong!" the berserker shook his axe, and the remaining beads of blood rolled down, and for the first time he showed a cautious expression, obviously sensing the strange knight coming from the crowd, and the strength of the "white-armed" warrior just now, the latter was nothing at all.

"Ahh ”

This sentence was said to Baruch Stone Axe before, and he reserved his strength to let go of water once, but in the face of bloody and cruel berserkers, Aldrich decided to return a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.