XV

"Mainsail turned to reverse sail!"

Following the order of the pirate captain, the spinnaker on the main mast of the Quasi-Angel was drawn diagonally.

The brigs sailed against the southwesterly trade winds, sailing due east to west, and burst into range of Emperor Cleon's guns. As a cross-sail brig, one of the Angel's specialties is to sail against the wind. Schooners with mainsail are good at sailing against and crosswinds, and they can adjust the direction of the sail to take advantage of the wind in different directions.

According to the protocol of naval warfare, now the evasion should have begun, but there was a complete inability for the ships of one side to circumvent.

The bow of the "Emperor Cleon" and the stern of the "Dinot" were tightly connected by the steel passage, and neither of them could move a single bit. The advantage it has is completely offset by this disadvantage.

Seeing this, Kezmi Stepinder laughed heartily: "I don't know how you did it...... But thank you, Black Robe!"

He pulled his katana from his back and slashed off the corner of the table, venting his inner joy.

"Fire! Sink that live target for me!"

With the pirate's smug laughter, the rest of the cannons opened fire, and black shells flew towards the hull of the elven ship.

"Lie down!"

The first mate shouted the order hoarsely, allowing the entire artillery deck to hide from enemy shelling.

The hull of the "Emperor Cleon" spasmed and trembled under the powerful artillery fire of the opposing side. Entangled in the obstruction of the bow, it did not even have the right to struggle. On the lower deck, the smell of dust and fire smoke filled the air.

Ferron Letonsti patted the ashes off his body and stood up. The neat St. Sen's naval uniform was so dirty that it was impossible to see the color. Look around, it's a mess all around. 3 shells fell on the lower deck.

"How many are dead?" asked the first mate next to him calmly. No response. He lowered his head to look for it, and the first mate was hit by a cannonball, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he already had more air out and less air intake. The surrounding sailors also got up from the dust, and when they saw the first mate lying in a pool of blood, they all exclaimed.

Seeing this, the elven nobles shouted: "All obey my orders, go back to your posts!"

Everyone looked at each other, and few had ever seen the true face of Ferron's elegant exterior. The gunners and sailors ran back to their posts to report on the state of their posts.

"Right 2 is in good condition, 1 and 3 are destroyed!" "Right 4 is in good condition!" "Right 5 and 6 are destroyed, 7 and 8 are in good condition!" "Right 10 and 12 are available!"

"Are there still six doors?" Ferron sighed and picked up the binoculars, "What a hassle...... If you fight a pirate, you'll be like Diza. Looks like it has to be serious. ”

Out of nowhere, he found a gold emblem. It was the only secret result of the Sun God Cult in the Sacred Forest—only 12 of them were minted.

"O above all the sun god Jusetti, grant your servant eagle-like eyes and incomparable luck. ”

The emblem was reduced to ashes with his prayers. At the same time as the emblem turned to ashes, he also gave the order: "The 2nd, 7th, and 12th guns fire, the elevation angle is 13.5!

The shells flew out together, only one hit the outer wall of the "quasi-angel", and two fell into the nearby sea.

Kezmi laughed wildly: "This kind of hit rate, it's really sad. Three against eight, I've won, Elf!"

"There's really only one round of shelling between victory and defeat, young man. ”

Admiral Tiebi said to himself with a slight sneer as if he had heard the pirate's wild words. With a wave of his hand, he issued the order for the second round. The tone is categorical, and the content is surprisingly detailed.

"Gun position No. 4, elevation angle 14 degrees! Gun position No. 8, left deviation 2 degrees, elevation angle 14.5 degrees! Gun position No. 10, elevation angle 14 degrees! Fire immediately!"

The shelling was all hit. One of them even hit the fire bucket that the quasi-angel number piled up in the corner!

The blazing fire of the "Quasi-Angel" was reflected in the eyes of the elven captain.

Fei Long said word by word: "I will never let go of those who anger me." ”

"Boss, boss, no more! The fire has spread! The lower deck can't be saved!"

Kezmi licked the blood from the knife, the blood of the incompetent cannon commander.

"Why? Why did I lose to a broken ship that couldn't move? Why?!...... Oh, yes, tips. I have a third tip. ”

The first tip told him that he should take advantage of the inevitable gust of wind.

The second trick is to tell him that he can feint and then come back and shoot live.

The third tip is that there will definitely be a way to victory......

Like a red-eyed gambler, he didn't hesitate to tear open the third bag.

"It's a waste to lose on such good terms. A second-rate pawn is a second-rate pawn, which forced me to take a conservative approach...... You should see the third tip, right?"

Kalben Blackrobe saw the burning Angel through the small porthole, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of contempt. "I have long wanted to say that the feudal superstitions of the Orientals are not good. How is it possible to calculate everything?"

"If you've already torn this bag, you're hopeless. Have a good journey to heaven, and start praying now. - Former partner, Calben Black Robe (pseudonym, of course)"

Seeing such a message, Kezmi angrily tore the note to shreds.

"I don't believe in God! I'm going to use my own strength to make a way for you, black robe!"

But are there still roads? Are there still roads?

At that moment, a flash of light flashed across his eyebrows. Kezmi saw the road.

Yes, there is a path. The road is there!

"Full sails!" Turn the rudder 15 degrees to the left!"

"What's the matter? what are you doing here, what are the enemies?" asked Anne, helping the light-green-haired woman to catch up with the half-elf, and seeing him stunned by the porthole.

"We won. Leonard replied lightly, turned around and asked, "Is everyone here?"

The detachment leader took a step forward and replied: "All are here! We have confirmed the safety of the hostages, and there are basically no casualties." ”

"Prepare then, everyone, through the enemy's passage! The enemy has infiltrated our mothership......"

Before Leonard could finish speaking, the huge steel passage suddenly shrank and shrank towards the ship on the other side, leaving only a huge hole in each of the two ships.

Dazzling sunlight shone through the hole in the lower cabins of the two ships. The captain of the elves' sailors is finally able to meet his true enemy for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kakkawi the Throat Stabber, but you're having to take a detour. In the cabin of the "Emperor Cleon", the black-robed man smiled sneerly and put the iron box back in his arms. "Hopefully we won't see each other again anytime soon. ”

"Who are you!" Leonard asked in a loud voice with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Nicolo Machiavelli. You've seen my profile, right?" the black-robed man turned, dropped his last words and disappeared into the shadows deep in the cabin. "Watch your back. ”

"...... 'Manipulator'?!" Hearing the name, Leonard jerked back three steps and slammed his back against the wall. Anne beside him also took a sharp step back, as if also shocked by the name, and the short scimitar in her hand almost fell.

The Captain of the Navy now understands why his men are dying in the unknown. Because the opponent is Machiavelli, the "manipulator".

Creating so-called "moles" and making the other party kill each other is a good trick for this man.

"Nikolai Machiavelli, a great magician with great attainments in the creation of new magic. According to top-secret information, the new magical realm created by this person is likely to be related to the taboo of mental manipulation. Extremely dangerous!Don't engage in close combat without a priest!Note: Machiavelli may have a female partner, but it is impossible to confirm this. ”

The secret materials of the Far Sea Fleet, which he had seen before, said so.

"Why...... Why is he here in person?" cold sweat trickled down the half-elf's forehead, and his unlucky premonition was fully fulfilled.

It's a trap, a complete trap. All of them fell into this trap.

So, will there be more arrangements? How deep is this trap? How many heavy traps are there? Are there any other traps?

None of this, Leonard had no idea. Everyone around me instantly became very suspicious...... Especially...... Especially......

"Ahh Her shouts pulled him back from his panic and confusion.

"No...... I want to be calm, calm down. You have to be calm. ”

He raised his head and saw that the "Quasi-Angel" that was almost engulfed by the Red Lotus was violently crashing towards "Daino"!

An Eastern proverb says that if you put people in an environment where they will die at any time, they may find a way to live.

Kill the other ships and escape for your life - that's the only way Kezmi finds out. If he wants to escape death, there is only one option.

The two ships joined each other with a loud bang. Now, all the ships are tangled in a ball.

Retracting the passage, Machiavelli walked quietly in the passage of the Kaiser Cleon's cabin. Several pirates cautiously followed behind the man, not daring to make a sound.

Suddenly, a voice stopped him. It was a crisp and pleasant, but full of momentum of a sharp female voice.

"Stop! Who are you?"

Machiavelli fixed his eyes on the golden beauty that dazzled him.

Ressa Helmont held a scepter that shimmered with golden light in her hand, pointing at his location in the distance.

"I, ah, I'm an ordinary sailor passing by. The Second Secretary of State smiled unhurriedly, and there was a strange power in his smile. "Can you tell me where the pastors are?"

"Priest, the priest may be in the captain's room......" I don't know why, Lesa subconsciously answered the question of "ordinary sailor" directly, as if he was really an ordinary sailor, not a man in a strange black robe.

"Thanks, I'll go. Machiavelli turned to leave.

"Ah, goodbye. The alchemist waved him warmly to see him off.

Bonnie caught up from behind, saw this scene, and hurriedly patted Lesa on the shoulder: "Wake up, what are you doing?!"

With her beat, Lesa suddenly came to her senses.

"That's not right...... You, you're an intruder......! Are you a fraud mage?" the female alchemist's memory raced, and she immediately confirmed the identity of her opponent. The basic ability of a Fraud Domain mage is to tell ridiculous lies that are easy to believe.

"Ahh......h I've seen through it. Machiavelli still grinned, and the magic that had accumulated in his right hand instantly unleashed without warning.

"Ray of Blindness!"

A black blinding beam of light shot towards Raisa's eyes, and the alchemist's eyes went black, and he reflexively covered his eyes with his hands.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Machiavelli rushed straight at her. His hands were exposed on the outside of his black robes, and he wore a strange pair of gloves with magical heraldic drawings - these gloves now surrounded a strange glow of cold blue.

"...... the Electricity Paralysis Gloves?" Bonnie said as she saw the gloves. "You're Machia......"

"I'm sorry, I just want her to take a nap. I don't kill women. Machiavelli's tone was still very relaxed and polite, and it was completely undiscernible that he was carrying out a sinister and vicious attack. There was no one to stop those hands......

Walk up the last few wooden steps and the deck of the Dino is right in front of you.

"Be careful!"

Hearing Annie's reminder, Leonard, who was standing at the top of the stairs, raised the tip of his sword and swept away the axe that was slashing from the front.

"Cut! This seventh one hasn't been cut off!'s good ability!" the enemy with the big axe jumped back, dodging the spanning sword that flicked back, and complimented.

Leonard noticed that the other party only had one eye. He looked around with the rest of his eyes, and the deck was already littered with corpses.

There are warriors of the Elven Marines, and there are pirates with scimitars. Only two or three fighters of the first detachment were still alive, and the blood of the fighters of the fourth detachment had already stained the pedals leading to the "Emperor Cleon". The only thing that can be resisted on the "Emperor Cleon" is the mighty golden golem.

Leonard felt a wave of vertigo in front of him. With such a big loss, even if you go back, you have to go to court-martial......

The one-eyed dragon brandished his blood-stained battle axe and laughed wildly, "Stormtroopers, Hearn!"

"'Stabbing the Throater' Kakawi. Leonard barely calmed down and replied.

"'Stabber'......?!I've heard you. You are famous. The one-eyed dragon said, with an eager glint in his eyes.

"Ah, it's annoying to be famous. The half-elf muttered to himself.

"Kill you, and I'll be on the bounty list!"

As he spoke, the two-handed axe in the one-eyed dragon's hand slashed down diagonally!

"What does it prove to be on the bounty list, does it prove your evil?" half-elf sarcastically realized that the situation was not good. He rolled on his knees, dodging the powerful blow. The blade of the great axe slammed into the deck of the ship, cutting a large crack in the thick poplar deck.

The solid planks of the ship, even with ordinary artillery bombardment, can hardly cause structural damage, this man's strength is indeed amazing!

"Hah! prove my strength!"

Hearn raised his tomahawk again and slew at the half-elves again.

"But power alone is useless. Leonard stopped dodging and leaned slightly sideways, stabbing straight with his right hand to accurately penetrate Hearn's left wrist.

The man's bravery was beyond his expectations. Although his left wrist had been pierced by the tip of his sword, he forced his right axe to slash horizontally.

"That's tenacious!" Leonard praised, his left arm blocked, and he used his arm shield to force a block from the tomahawk's slash. "But don't underestimate the shield forged by the Saint Mori!"

The arm shield shook and completely removed the force of the one-eyed dragon's axe, leaving only a not-so-deep horizontal stripe.

"This ...... No way!"

Before he could be surprised, Leonard's spandexter pierced his throat accurately. The tip of the sword, with blood, pierced through the throat of the fierce one-eyed dragon, avenging the six Saint Mori Sea soldiers who had died under his axe.

"But if you can't make that list, it proves that you are weak. ”

After saying the beautiful scene, he checked his shield. Even that much strength could not penetrate this shield......

Even if it's that much power.

"Wait a minute...... Then why can I pierce it?"

He suddenly remembered something...... This incident made him feel chills from head to toe.

"Ah, but I don't mind killing men. ”

The alchemist suddenly opened his eyes and replied coldly. Her eyes were bright, showing no signs of magic.

"Whip form!"

The golden scepter held in Rysa's right hand flashed and turned into a golden long whip, dancing with whip flowers, blocking the path of the black-robed man's progress.

Machiavelli jerked back, flashed out of the range of the whip, and muffled asked, "Why didn't you hit?"

"Ah, there's something called a mirror...... Metal can barely be replaced even if it is polished. Ressa explained as she strolled forward. The whip in her hand danced in a gorgeous trajectory on its own, forming a solid, invisible wall, forcing the black-robed man back step by step.

"Are you a smart weapon?" Machiavelli didn't panic, and continued to talk one after another.

"yes. Do you see my wrist moving?" Lesa smiled and took two more steps, this time the whiplash wounding Machiavelli's left hand.

The people around them were dumbfounded as they fought - especially the pirates. Such a mage battle is completely beyond their comprehension.

"That can't help it, so I'll have to go. Thank you for the information, beautiful alchemist. With that, Machiavelli waved his hand gracefully, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

"Blacklight! stay here and stop her!"

"Oops!" Lesa hurriedly stepped back, away from the area shrouded in darkness without light, for fear of being assaulted.

The black light dissipated after a long time. Of course, Machiavelli was long gone—and there was no one else left to stop her.

"Tsk, what a coward. You say yes, Bonnie?" Lesa looked around, looking for her slave B.

However, the quiet and docile brown-haired girl has disappeared without a trace.

"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie!"

For a moment, she remembered what Leonard had said to her earlier.

"It can't be...... Captain's room!"

"The quality of this shield doesn't seem to be very good, thick on one side and thin on the other. And it's a little weirdly uneven......"

Yes, it is absolutely impossible for the shield of the saint to be of such poor quality that it can be pierced by a rapier with a holstered rapier.

Unless, that shield was deliberately pierced by him.

Unless, that shield is a trap prepared to unload his rapier.

Unless, that person can quietly change the thickness and shape of the shield completely.

He understood. He understood it all.

Anne Seffir was no ordinary victim at all. She's a magician, and she's a scheming magician. The scheming is creepy.

But Leonard knew that he had to act like he hadn't discovered her identity now. His remaining strength was no longer enough to add another mage as an enemy......

He had to count what he did.

Have to.

Have to!

But he didn't have more time to think about how to do it.

Because another opponent found him.

"Hearn? Who killed him? Is that you?"

The half-elf looked up, and it was a man in a flowing red robe. He was standing on the tread at the bow of the boat, his eyes bloodshot, staring at this side.

In the man's hand, he held a very long sword...... No, it should be said that it is a recurved sword, and the blade of the "long sword" is curved - it may be a weapon of an exotic or alien race.

From the moment he saw this person, the half-elf's sixth sense frantically reminded him that this would be a very dangerous enemy.

"I killed me. The half-elf nodded cautiously, the rapier in his right hand gripping tighter.

"I used a sword...... No, two swords?" the man asked, surveying the corpse on the ground.

"Two swords. The half-elf replied, moving in the direction of the bow. At this moment, the pirates and sailors who were fighting around him seemed to disappear from his vision. "Hopefully you'll be a little bit better than him. ”

In the same way, the footsteps of the pirate leader slowly moved forward with the rhythm of the language: "Awesome. I am Kezmi, Kezmi Stihaus, the leader of this privateer fleet. A half-elf with a rapier ...... 'Throat Stabber'?"

"That's right. In the Masu Islands, I still have a little bit of fame. I hope you can be my next big deal. "Leonard tried to be very arrogant, trying to intimidate the enemy in front of him in order to gain an advantage.

"The eighth-ranked pirate in the far sea, I'm afraid you won't be able to swallow this result. But his opponent still looks calm.

When they reached a distance where their weapons could reach each other, they both stopped at the same time.

Kezmi raised his sword diagonally, holding the tail of the hilt with his left hand, and the sword enveloped the captain's entire body.

At this distance, Leonard could already see the staggeringly long blood groove on the sword's body. Once hit, I am afraid that within half a minute, the bleeding will reach a lethal amount.

The half-elf takes a step back with his left leg and bends his knees slightly, making it a maneuverable tiptoe to face the pressure of his opponent. His wrist shrunk, making the tip of the sword tremble slightly, and he quickly analyzed his opponent's posture in his mind.

The opponent's weapon looks like the main attack method of "slashing" and "slashing", which is completely different from the "stabbing" of the rapier. Holding a sword with both hands is not an ordinary sword, but rather a posture like an axe heavy weapon.

"It's also a one-hit weapon that separates the winner from the loser......"

The half-elf held his breath. He knows that speed vs. accuracy is the most dangerous battle – both sides only have one chance.

"The last one. You're just using long weapons here...... That thing can't stop someone from stabbing you in the back. ”

The black light dissipated, and Machiavelli's figure slowly emerged from the black light, and all the royal guards fell silently at his feet—these people did not hinder him in any way. He was well acquainted with the structure of the ships of the "Fast Carrack" class and rushed to his destination as fast as he could.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door to the captain's room, where only the Trainee Priest was inside.

When he saw him at the door, the young man jerked up from his seat with a frightened face.

"It's good luck. Ladies and gentlemen, I have taken the lead in this mission. ”

He stepped up and walked through the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lord. ”

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