"No!" It wasn't just the witches on deck who witnessed the shark's horrific injuries, and Jaquia quickly realized the origin of this strange anomaly after a bout of inexplicable heart palpitations. She retreated sharply away from Fioni, who did not take advantage of the victory, partly because he knew that he was not necessarily a match for the Huntress if he did, and partly because Fioni was equally curious about the circumstances that could cause such a huge anomaly as his opponent. When the battle between the two Krakens stopped for a moment, their eyes turned to the surface of the sea, where two figures floated, one human, the other a shark whose wounds had gradually broken through in the water, and the guts and fat were scattered along with the internal organs.

After perceiving his partner's tragic situation, Jaquia rushed to the surface without saying a word. It is true that shark-toothed hunters do not care about their own life and death, nor do they feel guilty about killing, and even because they hunt alone for a long time, they can even see their own clan kinship or marital relationship very weakly. But if there is any kind of death in this world that stirs the hearts of these hunters with pain, it is the death of their fellow shark. Many hunters see their companions as an extension of their souls, the ones who know themselves best and know themselves in the world. It can be said that although the shark part of the shark tooth belief regards them as messengers who lead the hunter's soul to their destination, each hunter treats them as his true relatives when he obtains his shark companions. Even if the relationship between the two is not so deep at first, as long as the hunt continues, they will naturally form a dependence that is incomprehensible to outsiders in the experience of life and death.

Fioni had seen hunters who had lost their companions, either returning to their tribes or wandering alone on the seabed, like husks of lost souls. Even if some of these people carry the teeth or bones of their deceased companions on their bodies to continue hunting, their hearts will never be whole, and their expressions will become bitter every time those vivid memories come flooding back to them. That's why the shapeshifters never wanted to join the Sharktooth Tribe, he always felt that the hunters of the Father of the Sharks were never free, and that companionship and faith were chains around their necks, one in the hands of the Father of the Sharks, the other deep in their souls.

However, Fioni did not grieve for Jaquia for long, for he knew who the hunter would pour out his anger on in a state of great grief and rage. Lothar, this incredible human, defeated the son of the father of the sharks in the sea in the form of a land creature. The shapeshifter wouldn't let him die so easily, so after a slight stroke, Fioni swam hard towards the shallow sea.

The Huntress arrived first in the shallow sea, and she watched in a daze as her companion's corpse sank in front of her, forgetting her mission for a moment. The blow was too great for her, and the death came so suddenly, who would have thought that a human could kill it? How could he kill a human with a metal weapon that could not function in the water at all? Why should he, he, he, "Ah!" The hysterical roar spread through the ocean, staggering all the sea creatures, and the despair, anger, and disbelief contained in this roar were like a thunderbolt from the bottom of the sea that struck their senses.

And Lothar's already fragile consciousness finally collapsed in this wail, and she completely fell into a viscous dream. Fioni caught the knight's sinking body from below, glanced at the hunter who was still drenched in pain, and then rushed decisively towards the Cursed Lady, who had to hand Lothar over to the witches and let them take him away. This is the last chance, and having lost two arms, he will never be able to push the ship to escape Jaquia's pursuit, and if he wants to get these humans away, he can only pin his hope on the witch's magic.

The huntress's wailing stopped, and she could feel the blood in her body scorching like magma from a volcano, a heat that could not be extinguished even by all the water in the entire sea. There is only one liquid in this world that can quench this wrath. That's the murderer, the human blood. He's right here, waiting for my fellow, and I'll give you that damned human, so that your soul can chase him in the waves, tear him up, and I'll be..."Traitor!" Jacquia saw Fioni holding Lothar, and in her rage she raised her scimitar and threw it at the latter!

"Poof!" The two voices sounded one after the other. The former is the sound of Fioni jumping out of the water with Lothar, and the latter is the sound of the two of them falling to the deck together. Seeing this, the networm didn't care about anything else, and immediately rushed up to check on Lothar's injuries. Fioni, on the other hand, struggled to get up, opening his mouth and trying to utter the human language, "Get out of here." With that, he fell down in front of Peg, and the two witches saw that he had a shark-toothed scimitar stuck in his back, a third of which had sunk into the Siren's right side, but had not pierced Fioni.

The storm gradually lessened, and the storm at sea always came, coming and going as quickly as it came. The two witches glanced at each other in the fading rain, they both knew that the situation was still not safe, although Lothar should have killed a shark at sea, but the shark-toothed Siren's army would not have only one hunter. "Is there anything you can do?" asked Kiri.

The latter blinked and smiled, "Of course there is, and don't you know that too?" The long-haired witch with her long green hair looked desperate, she knew what Kiri was talking about, but that was exactly what she wanted to avoid, especially at a time like this.

"Knock! knock!" the sound of collision came from the bottom of the ship, causing the witches on the deck to nearly slip. They knew that it was a kraken digging the bottom of the ship, and in the face of witches, even experienced krakens in the sea would not risk jumping out on human ships to fight. They will choose a more secure way to defeat the rulers of Heartbreaker Bay by gouging through the bottom of their boats, and when the witches fall into the water, their witchcraft will be less than 12 out of 10 effective, no matter how dangerous their witchcraft is.

"Damn it, these sea guys!" Peg was half-hunched over, trying to maintain his balance. She knew that the Cursed Lady wouldn't last long, and that she and Kiri weren't good at fighting in the water. So now, even if a million are reluctant, she has no choice. The smaller Peg approached his fellow witch and threw himself into Qili's arms at the moment when the shaking was not so intense, this was not that she wanted to get any sense of security from Qili's arms, in fact, in terms of danger alone, in Peg's heart, Qili was not much different from the Kraken underwater.

"With the blood of my blood, I serve the spirit of your blood. The arcane incantation was chanted in the mouths of the two witches at the same time, and then they opened their mouths and bit down on each other's necks. Their teeth pierced the skin and reached the soft tissues inside, and the blood of their companions quickly flowed down the wounds into their mouths. The disgusting smell of blood and the pain of her own injuries made Peg frown, but instead of her, Kirly's expression was strangely excited. This kind of witchcraft that can only be used between witches is something that members of the witch group rarely touch, because even witches who have grown up together always have their own ideas for each other, and this spell will make the two open up everything about themselves to each other. Only in this way can the damage suffered when the potential explodes can only be minimized by using the consciousness of another person to use all the potential that he originally possessed.

So Kirly's hair began to grow longer and full of brilliance, and Peg's eyes began to appear a little star, and they were both using their own consciousness to harness each other's power, which was of course not easy, but fortunately, they were companions who grew up under a system, which was not impossible.

"Gollum!" Cursed Lady, sunk. The three-masted galleon survived the tsunami, but not the furious attacks of the Kraken hunters, and there were a dozen shocking breaches in the bottom of its ship, and no ship could survive such damage. But the sinking of the ship was not Jaquia's purpose, she wanted the humans hiding in the woods, and Fioni, who had assisted them. But she found nothing, and even though the huntress searched the hull and the nearby waters again and again, she couldn't find any trace of them. Several of the people on the Cursed Lady disappeared completely.