It's hard to move forward in a storm. Any sailor with sailing experience will tell you that all you can do at this time is to lower all the sails, tie up the cables and obediently hide in the cabin to pray, praying to your lord of the sea that the storm will not last long and will not drown your ship. As for sailing in a certain direction in the face of a storm, I am afraid that human navigation technology will not be able to build a ship that can meet this requirement, unless it is a ship that is said to have been blessed by the god of the sea and claimed to be unsinkable.

But now, on the sea above what should have been called the Bay of the Heartless, a battered schooner, or what was once a schooner, is stubbornly moving forward in the waves. And interestingly, there is not a single sail on this ship, so where does its power come from?

"It is said that some slave ships would force the poor people to be powered by oars. This will increase the speed of the ship and deplete their stamina to prevent them from rioting. The webworm stretched out its hand, and a small puddle of rain quickly accumulated on the palm. With that, she put the rain under her nose and sniffed it, trying to stick out her tongue and lick it twice to see if the liquid was real fresh water.

"Cruel but effective tactics, many pirate ships use similar tactics to speed themselves up, especially when attacking sailing ships in windless waters. But the downside is that it will drain the sailors' physical strength a lot, making them behave like rookies in the next side battles. "As a witch born in Heartless Bay, Peg knows a lot more about sailing experience and sights than the mercenary. So she knew not only about the existence of a ship that would supplement the wind with manpower, but also about its advantages and disadvantages.

"Then they must not have seen our navigator, and I don't see any physical drain on his strength. Do ordinary krakens have such powers?" Lothar looked out into the sea beyond the deck, the waves parted by the hull were nothing to mention in the raging tides, but the mere ability to compete with this natural phenomenon had already shocked the Count. That's right, it was Fioni herself who was driving the Damned Lady forward at this time. The Kraken single-handedly propelled the ship towards the witch's fortress.

"If each of them could do this kind of thing, Heartbreaker Bay would have become theirs long ago. Qili's tone was a little complicated, it felt like a child who had seen some kind of strange creature in the backyard of his house, surprised and a little afraid. Although it had long been known that the Kraken was a completely different being in the sea and in the air, Fioni's strength and stamina at this time had surpassed that of any Siren warrior known to any witch, and even the Storm Priests who believed in the Wave Lady were able to do such a thing.

The Earl shrugged his shoulders and looked at the barely made canopy of spider silk and planks above his head, "Then it seems that we are in luck." At least he's on our side. ”

"For now, he's a Kraken anyway. Even if he himself doesn't care about the difference between races, the friends and old people he knows and knows are all Krakens. And if Blazing Waves and Sharktooth were to go to war with us, it would be obvious that Fioni would help that side. Don't trust these so-called neutrals, their neutrality has a lot of limitations. Once there is no balance on the scales, neutrality becomes meaningless. The networm said in a deep voice. In her time as a mercenary, she had seen too many of these outliers of the "sages", who spoke of equality and kindness, but in fact they did things with their own biases. The mercenary's belief in this is that there are no people in this world who do not stand in line, but some people are still waiting for the opportunity to get greater benefits after they stand in line.

Lothar tried to say something, but before he could say anything, the hull began to shake violently. So his words naturally became, "What's going on?" and this kind of exclamation, of course, that could not be answered. The four men on the Damned Lady braved the torrential rain to rush onto the deck, they wanted to know what was going on, but fortunately, the continuous thunder made the storm not dull, and even Lothar and Networm, who were ordinary people, could see the stern of the ship with electric light.

An arm, a kraken's arm was thrown onto the deck in the waves, and the Count subconsciously caught it, and then recognized its owner by the scales with yellow lines on it. "It's Fioni's hand! he's been attacked!" They nodded, and then took a battle stance. The things that attacked Fioni will undoubtedly not let them go.

"There it is. A calm voice came to the minds of Lothar and the webworm, emerald green hair looping around their wrists at some point, and Peg's eyes glittered with starlight, the witch was searching for Fioni's trail with her own power. The knights and mercenaries were not untouched by magic, and they quickly understood the situation, and their vision turned to the direction the witch had pointed out. There, in the midst of the chaos of the waves, a huge shadow with a dorsal fin could be seen swimming on the surface of the sea. That's a shark, there's no doubt about it, but can a shark grow that big? You know, in nature, it's not that bigger is better for predators, but it's true that large size will be accompanied by an increase in strength.

"Shark-toothed Siren?" Lothar whispered the name of the attacker. His gaze swept across the sea, and there was no sign of a second shark or kraken. The Earl's extensive combat experience led the Count to conclude that the current situation was that a powerful Kraken with its own sharks had attacked Fioni before the arrival of the large army, perhaps in order to stop the progress of the group, or it was possible that he wanted to engage in some kind of duel with Fioni. And judging from the fact that the big shark was hovering on the water, the latter is a little more likely.

"Do you know what's going on under the water?" the knight passed his thoughts to the witch through the strands of hair on his wrist. Peg immediately shook his head, then looked inquiringly at Kirly, who shrugged, her eyes could see through many things, but the chaotic and dark currents were not among them.

Lothar shrugged her nose and swallowed as she watched the shark fin in the sea. He made a decision. "Give me as much help as you can, I'm going down and get rid of that big fish!"