The sky was darkened by the black smoke from the burning of animal skins and pines, until another rain cloud piled up in the southwest drifted in, letting a light drizzle of smoke fall from above, washing away the updrafts that slanted with the ashes of the flames.

The flames of the two drifting longships exploded in the rain and fog, and gradually extinguished, until at last there were only puffs of green smoke left in the bandits' field of vision. The sailors and quaids were still cowering behind the gang and holding their shields, their bodies drenched in the fog and rain, forming clear streams of water dripping down the deck on the folded cloaks of fur turned out.

The robbers shouted as they approached the ships that had lost their resistance. But they were excited, but they didn't forget that this was a battlefield. A row of warriors dressed in black leather tunics leaned against the edge of the ship with shields, and in the gaps of the oak shields were archers with wooden bows. As soon as a sailor came out of the boat, the robbers would shoot it into a porcupine covered with long thorns.

Riga shrunk his tall body on the deck as best he could, his weak, somewhat feeble hands clenching the shield. It once belonged to a strong sailor, but scattered arrows pierced his lungs. Now the hapless guy was lying on his back on the deck, his mouth twitching and foaming blood. Seasickness left the Quaid gasping for air on the cold, damp planks, and from his chest came the shrill whistling of pulling the bellows.

"What are we going to do? The robbers look numerous. They'll be hooked up to the gang and ready to fight. The hunter asked in a vague but stern tone, holding back the churning sensation coming from his stomach. "The warriors of the Quaid do not wait for death like lambs to the slaughter. ”

"We might be able to defeat them in a broadside battle. The warriors of Dragoninus are not afraid of any challenge. "The centurion still clung to the pride of belonging to the warlock kingdom until this time. He still doesn't seem to believe that there will be a bandit attacking the convoy on the Fabrek River in the Dragon's Silk.

"Unless the barbarians can recover under the blessing of the sea god, the robbers who come like ant colonies will gnaw the lads to the point of not a single scrap of meat. The captain, who had a shield over his upper body, came running short. The robber shooter immediately shot two long arrows at him, and pinned them to the oak shield. It didn't hurt him, but the force that came over caused the captain's moving legs to slip.

"We can't escape, and now there are only a few pieces of burnt tattered fur left on the mast. The robbers could easily catch up with the 'Old Sir as long as they sailed). The boots parted and mixed with black and gray blood, and Captain Luke slid over to Riga's side. His face was covered in blood and dirt, and there was even a deep blood groove on his forehead that had been smashed off the mast. The blood had solidified on the swollen wound and turned into a dark red crust, but the captain didn't seem to feel the pain.

The ships and shouts of the robbers are getting closer. Three long ships as huge as ocean whales tore through the fog tent and rushed towards the two helpless merchant ships with their huge mouths open. Scattered arrows were still being fired at the wooden ships, and though they knew that it would be difficult to hurt the sailors, the robbers were willing to use them to break their courage.

"Immortal Platinum Dragon God, please bless us to win. The centurion tightened his grip on his sword in a tense and almost frozen atmosphere, and did not stop until the tip of his sword was pressed against the oak shield. The round shield, painted in four parts with red and white lacquer, was old, but it still did its duty to block the arrows.

"Maybe there should be something else, we can't let the robbers get on deck. "The Quaids have regained some of their spirits on the bloody and rusty deck. His face was covered in dirty spots from the black ash that had fallen from the burning sails, but it made the hunter look even more savage and strong. The burning smell of the flames poured from his nostrils into his abdomen, and Riga, whose head and stomach pouch were empty, stood up with her oak shield held high.

The bandit archers from a few dozen yards away immediately fired arrows, but a group of Quaids struggled to their feet. These weak warriors with weak hands and feet used their round shields to form a shield wall, blocking all the iron arrows that fell from front and above. The hunter didn't keep his companion too long, and he quickly reached the bow of the longship. Below deck, next to the oak-planked cargo hold, lay a large bronze anchor, three curved and hard metal hooks evenly distributed around the handle, making it look more like a bloodthirsty murder weapon than a tomahawk or hammer.

The wooden boat that stopped on the surface of the river could only shake slightly, but when Riga began to go berserk, the barbarian's uncontrollable strength in his limbs made the wooden boat tremble violently. Even when the heavy bronze anchor was lifted by the hunters, the curved bow nailed to the hull with iron nails immediately let out a wail.

"What is he trying to do? wreck this ship? It's even more impossible for us to run away from the thieves when we fall overboard. Captain Luke's eyes widened as the anchor was lifted, his mouth as if he could swallow a whole Potante fruit. He knew that the heavy lump of metal weighed about four hundred pounds, and that it would normally take three or four strong sailors to move.

"He's not going to wreck our ship, he's going to wreck the robber's ship. The centurion, who had guessed something, immediately opened his mouth in reply, and then he also stood up straight and waved his oak shield to attract the attention of the robbers.

Seeing that the silent sailors suddenly stood up from behind the boats, the bandit leader immediately ordered them to be shot down. But two successive waves of arrows were blocked by the raised oak shield, and there were almost no sailors who were shot down. "Get up there! Crush them with a broadside battle. For the sake of steel coins, ale, and the prettiest of serpents!" the bandit leader, who felt that his dignity had been insulted, immediately let out a roar of rage, which caused the robber warrior to scream incessantly.

The longships used by the robbers and transport fleets are of the same type, so the manic beasts who are bent on robbery don't notice the Riga behind the crowd. The robber ships with black sails were getting closer, and the attacks of those shooters were getting more and more powerful. Shield-holding and sailors and Quaid warriors had retreated to the other side of the longship. The bandit leader was satisfied that they had given up the landing place needed for the broadside battle, and at his command, the robber warriors immediately came to the edge of the ship with a frenzied cry.

After less than ten breaths, the two ships slowly approached each other. When the distance was no more than five yards and the robbers were ready to throw their hooks, the archers also took out their short knives or axes and tried to get on board the ship first to loot the riches. But instead of the slaughtered sailors and the surrender, the group of sailors suddenly crouched on the deck, and the robbers watched as a warrior as tall as a giant swung his weapon, causing the terrifying-looking anchor tied with thick brown hemp rope to smash on the deck.

The rudimentary two-tiered pine deck was easily smashed through, and then a large stream of water poured in through the gap, causing the robbers to drop their weapons in panic to contain the gap. (To be continued.) )