"Are you sure you want to do this?" the webworm's voice ran down the witch's hair and into Lothar's head. The Count smiled slightly at the concern in the question. It's just that in the midst of the storm, it's a question of whether such a smile can be seen by others.

"I did my best. The knight checked the silk on his waist, which he relied on to dare to go to sea to fight the sharks. With this safety rope, he has a way out, sometimes fighting the enemy does not need to immediately separate a life and death, continue to consume the opponent's physical strength, and preserving his own vitality is the most correct way to defeat the strong with the weak. However, a spider silk tied around his waist alone could not provide much help, and when Lothar entered the sea, his sensitive five senses in the air would be greatly weakened in the water, after all, humans are not aquatic creatures.

"Wait," Peg stopped Lothar with a voice as he tried to untie his long hair on his wrist. The diminutive witch looked at the Count's hair with some reluctance, these hairs were her treasures, but now the situation was special, and decision was also something that the witch had to master. So Peg ran his fingers down the hairs, gritting his teeth and tugging at them when they reached a certain length! Five strands of green hair were wrapped around Lothar's wrist like some kind of animal as soon as they left their master, "It will allow you to hear me, no, to be precise, let you see your enemies in this way." ”

As she spoke, Peg poked Kiri to the side, who was excited by the raging storm, and after she noticed the strands of hair on Lothar's wrist, the witch's eyes began to glow brightly, "It looks interesting! I'll be your eyes, and Peg will tell you the information, and the safety rope on your body will be in the hands of the little mercenary." Earl, there are three ladies behind you cheering you on, such a romantic nature is against chivalry!"

"Now is not the time for jokes. Before Lothar could respond, the voice of the networm was already running down her hair. She half-bowed her head, letting her expression be completely buried in the wind and rain, but if you look closely, you can still see that the mercenary's hands holding spider silk are trembling slightly because of the cold or other reasons. She knew that the rope in her hand was about to become the last insurance in Lothar's life, and this tension even outweighed the anxiety she had when she went into battle herself.

At that moment, a hand, through the wind and rain, fell on the shoulder of the networm, and the Earl, as if sensing the mercenary's uneasiness, brought his face to the latter's ear, and said something in his own voice rather than the witch's magic. After that, he left the mercenary's side, smiling at the raging sea. The warrior took one final look at the tomahawk behind his back, the only weapon he could use to fight the giant shark. After confirming that he could pull out the Fool's justice at any time, Lothar made a ready gesture to the three companions on the deck behind him, and then jumped into the sea!

"Poof!" After the impact of his body hitting the surface of the sea subsided, the knight felt a long-lost silence beneath the surface. He tried to open his eyes in the seawater, and found that as the witches expected, the range of what the naked eye could see was really limited in the murky water, and if he really relied on himself, I am afraid that it would be a question of whether he could successfully get close to the shark, let alone fight the shark. The unpredictable fear of the deep sea also caught him like a great net, and it seemed that in the next second, an unimaginable sea monster would break through the curtain of mud and sand from his field of vision to the earl's eyes. Fortunately, the spider silk in her waist was still firmly tied there, and the slight tremor gave Lothar the strength to overcome her fear.

There has never been a true lone knight in this world, and it is the best consolation for Lothar to know that he still has a trusted companion behind him and something to protect. However, it was not only the fear of the unknown in the water that put pressure on the Count, but also the few pieces of protective gear he had removed in order to move easily in the water, a sacrifice made to compensate for the natural discomfort of human beings moving in the water. Compared to leather armor, which I don't know if it can work, flexibility is obviously much more important when facing sharks. But this also means that Lothar at this time is no different from being naked in front of the shark's sharp teeth, and every injury can have disastrous consequences.

After a brief sink, Lothar treads water with her feet and her arms adrift back to the surface of the waves, partly to replenish oxygen and to tell Kiri where she is. As he ascended, the witch's voice reappeared. "About two hundred steps in front of you, that thing shouldn't have noticed you yet. It's too late to regret it. Peg's voice was a little tense, even a witch had never commanded such a nonsense battle. Challenging a shark bigger than oneself in the middle of a storm with just an axe and a rope is a boring joke that even the most brutal Colosseum can't play out, because even a fool knows to bet on that side in this situation.

"Regret? no, the knight of the Greylion will not regret it. Reacting with his thoughts, Lothar gulped in the air, then plunged headlong into the water and swam forward. It was obviously impossible to sneak up on a shark in the water, at least for humans, so the Count had no intention of hiding his actions, and his right hand was always reserved as he swam, so that he could draw the tomahawk behind his back at any time to meet his opponent.

"A hundred paces ahead! It spotted you, but had no intention of moving. "Isn't there any intention of moving? Yes, the proud lion will not shy away from the hyena's approach, and as the partner of the most famous hunter of the Sharktooth Tribe, the giant shark clearly has the same pride as its owner. Lothar thought so, his body gradually warmed up in the cold water, as he approached his opponent, not only did he not hesitate but even instinctively began to get excited, the passion flowing in his veins was burning, and the knight also had the pride of a knight, and this pride would not disappear because he fought in an unfamiliar environment. Hunter or prey, who can say clearly before the winner is decided?

"Seventy paces ahead!' it is preparing to pounce on you!" The witch's voice was much faster than normal, thanks to which Lothar was able to react in the first place. When he learned that his opponent was about to launch his first attack, the Earl's mouth turned into a smile, but he didn't mean to pull out his battle axe. It was a temptation, both for him and for the shark.

"Straight ahead...... Get out of the way!" the shark charge was clearly faster than the witch had expected, and before Peg could say anything, the huge black shadow had already appeared in front of Lothar's eyes. Count, still did not draw his weapon. He even stopped all movements, staring straight at the enemy's rapidly approaching figure and letting his body sink into the water.

"Click!" the thunder flashed, and Qili on the deck could see clearly, the fins of the giant shark and the figure of the Count below the surface of the sea intertwined, and it was indescribably fast. The networm bit his lower lip desperately, desperately trying to suppress the urge to tighten the rope, which would affect Lothar's movements, and it would kill him. But even so, the red color of the tuans floated from the bottom to the water, and the water churned with the water.

"He's hurt. Qili asserted.