Holding on to the ropes, Hemmer ran out of the battlements, and then jerked towards the Kalundian, which was more than ten meters away, but before he jumped about four meters, his body fell rapidly in mid-air, and then a strong feeling of weightlessness came to his mind, and his adrenaline soared with his feet dangling in the air.

Hemmer hung from the edge of the ship, swaying back and forth in the sea breeze, his arms nearly unconscious from the combined impact of his own weight and the weight of his armor.

At the last moment, the instinctive desire to survive made Hemer's mind unusually clear, and he glanced at the blood-colored sea below, and the waves even grazed his shin armor when they were near, and the cold chill pierced his scalp from the soles of his feet, making his scalp tingle.

Cold sweat broke out uncontrollably from his forehead and palms, and with indescribable pain, Hemer wrapped the rope around his arm twice, and then pulled out his long sword with one free hand and put it in his mouth, climbing up with the hundreds of Black Ark pirates around him.

The noisy environment could not calm down, and from time to time someone fell to their death due to the rope being cut by the High Elf navy above.

What's even more intonable is that the abyssal krakens with endless desires will not tell whether the elves who have fallen into the sea are Truzzi or Azul, and the beasts will only open their large mouths full of fangs and swallow them in one gulp.

The terrible screams stifled the fragile nerves of the crowd, and the pirates of the jumping gang were terrified, but they had to climb up desperately in order not to become food for the sea monsters.

Caught in the crowd and struggling to climb up, he boarded the Calendian without danger, and there were already many Black Ark pirates fighting with the Navy and the Lotheron Triton in close combat, and the mutilated limbs were all over the place.

The strong sea breeze that has been wandering for thousands of years howls and turns into invisible clutches, slapping everything in the warship, as if even the seven holes of people will be filled.

The Ark of the Tower of Terror slammed into the Calendian again and again, and the two lands and sea trembled violently, and many warriors fell crookedly in all directions because they could not withstand the impact too strongly.

Moras ordered the sorceresses on the Black Spire to erect a magical barrier for the vanguard who boarded the ship, and then ordered the Ushabit Warband and a large number of Black Sharp Crossbowmen to shoot at the edge of the dragon ship, so as to clear a safe area for the jumping gang as soon as possible

The arrows clanged on the barrier, but nothing was done, and Hemmer looked around, trying to find Eliden and Anzales, but the crowd disrupted his vision, and he couldn't find his men after several searches, so he had to go to the place where the Dark Elf army was gathering to ensure maximum survival.

Armed with the Dreadlord's identity, Hemmer urgently recruited some stragglers in the vicinity for his own use, competing with Lotherne's navy for the flagship's flag-raising point.

He spearheaded several small charges, all of which were repulsed by the elite Triton, and for a time it was a stalemate.

"In the end, it's not my own soldiers, and I'm not used to it at all." In between the bitter battles, Hemmer wiped the sweat that almost slipped into the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, but touched the blood stains on his face.

Seeing that the enemy's shield wall was firmly blocked in front of him, and no matter how much the Black Ark pirates charged, he could only sigh, if his fog guards were here, they would have taken this point a long time ago.

At the same time as Hemmer organized the attack, Locsia led the elite guards to fight their way through the layers of sea guards, and he carried two bloody blades towards the bow of the ship where Aisling was, and rushed to the front line first.

Aisling is also a powerful sea lord, and he comes to the front line with many elite White Lion Guards, just in time to meet Loxia.

In the scuffle, Essling was the first to notice Loscia, he picked up his naval hands and slashed at the latter, and relied on his superb martial arts to faintly suppress the other party in a short time.

Kolocia was not a vegetarian either, and he knew the skills of his old rival Aisling, and quickly reversed the decline and drew with Aisling.

The fierce battle was fought on all the ships, and the battle lasted until dusk, and the two sides were inseparable, and the dark elves were even blessed with several killing achievements.

With the intervention of Kane's divine power, the High Elf fleet gradually fell to the upper hand.

However, this is also the time when the mutation happens.

A thick mist suddenly poured out from all around the sea, enveloping the group of warships in an instant, and everyone's vision was severely limited, and they could only see the distance of about five meters around them.

The sudden fog caught the two armies off guard, and the dozens of warships that fought were instantly divided into countless small war zones, and the screams were like gunfire in the dark forest, and no one knew who would emerge from the fog, so they could only hold on to their weapons and pay special attention to the surroundings.

Hemmer's position was affected by this fog, and at this moment he was in a long-term fight with a naval captain, and with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, he took the opportunity of the captain's distraction, cut off his head, and then looked around, immediately realizing why he was like a fish in water in this fog.

"This fog... It's Radlily's power that manifests. ”

The same fog will emerge when the Morning and Dusk Fog Guards are hit by stray arrows, but such a large-scale fog...

Hemmer clearly understood that it would never be summoned by the Fog Guards.

The only one who can create this kind of fog in the entire island of Osune is the Irees' army, who also believe in Radlily.

"Is it Esarion here?" Hemer reacted in hindsight.

On the other side, Aisling struck a hard blow to knock Loxia back, and then rejoiced, "It's the Warden here!" ”

Hundreds of Tal Gaivaud griffon knights flashed across the misty sky, and in the midst of the griffins, Esarion rode mighty storm wings, his falcon-like eyes scrutinizing every frightened face below.

His vision was not affected by the fog at all!

Through Ellenn, Esarion learns what Hemmer looks like, and suddenly, his eyes froze and he locks on his target.

At this moment, Hope was hesitating at the appearance of the Iris army, but he did not notice that a huge shadow hung over the sky, and the mighty storm wings of Atharion, who held a spear in one hand and a blade sword in the other, suddenly struck down.

At the moment of danger, Hemmer was alerted by Radlily, and he swung his sword upwards with a sharp swing.

Boom!

With a crisp metal clash, the lord's longsword was slashed into several pieces by the fanged sword, and the spear in Aisarion's left hand was aimed at Hemmer's chest and stabbed mercilessly.

His weapons are too bad to compare to Aisarion's fanged sword.

Before he could react, Hemmer could only roll to the side, picking up a Triton shield to block his chest, and in the next moment, the sharp tip of the silver spear grazed a dazzling spark on the shield.

As the griffin took to the air, Hermer heard a cold snort from Esarion, and the Stormwings struck again.

Hemmer was furious, he had sent his two siblings back safely, but Aisarion was like a madman, and he didn't care if he didn't ask if he met him, what did he do wrong.