While everyone thought that the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunt was living in a barracks in the center of the city, the cunning orc had been commanding remotely from his flagship. This method is very good at hiding his whereabouts, causing a lot of annoyance to careerists who want to seize his power, as well as die-hard loyalists who want to avenge the previous warlord.

However, this also caused his command efficiency to lag behind. In peacetime, Longt used strong military law, stipulating the mission that each unit must complete, and death was the only result of disobeying orders. This approach worked well, but in response to the emergency, Lunt found himself suddenly disconnected from the troops, seeing the dual threat of chaos and fire in the city, but lacking immediate command. So he ordered his ship to dock at once, and returned to Makabuda with his most elite and trusted men.

On the way to the port, he spotted a human wielding a flaming warhammer and wearing a squid cloak wrecking in the shipyard. He immediately understood the purpose of the human race, and immediately ordered his men to prepare the naval battle crossbow and take aim himself. Blessed by the Beastmaster God, the Shadow of the Beastmaster believed in stealth action and sudden arrows, just like its owner. The hull rarely reflects light, and the magic array ship on the hull has always emitted spell fluctuations that make people ignore its presence. The giant crossbow on the deck has also been specially modified to greatly delay the speed of sound propagation, which can cause the effect of the arrow coming first before the sound is fired.

Siegel had just rolled on the ground, muddy water crashing into his cloak and armor, and then slamming his face, making him look embarrassed. He looked at the black ship by the harbor with palpitations, and did not dare to relax at all. The ship was still quiet, calm and dangerous. The mage knows that he has encountered the most difficult kind of foe: always stealthy, always surprised, always low-key and cautious.

Although still a fledgling, Siegel has grown up and is no longer misjudged by sheer impulse. He always kept in mind that his purpose was to destroy the shipyard, not to fight against the orc armies or the powerful. So he immediately crouched down and hid behind the box.

"Get down on your stomach, don't lift your head!" Siegel shouted in orc language. "Beware of siege crossbows!"

Because it was about to dock, the black ship was moving very slowly, and it didn't even seem to be moving. Siegel, who was familiar with maritime affairs, understood that this was nothing more than an illusion created by the current, and that there should be tension at work in it. The enemy has already set their sights on him, and the giant crossbow that will not be fired is for him. Otherwise, wouldn't those panicked fugitives be better targets?Siegel recalled the previous battle, and didn't use spells against the two-headed trolls, so the people on the ship wouldn't know that there were spellcasters here. The mage thought for a moment, and once again used wool as a spellcasting material, he was going to cast a more elaborate illusion.

He hid behind the box and made an identical version of himself.

Despite both illusions, creating a stationary object and mimicking a moving creature are two different kinds of difficulty, not to mention making illusions come alive like Siegel. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his eyes didn't blink, and he put all his concentration into the control of the spell. Magical energy flows through his veins as his heart beats, causing subtle effects on the stability of the spell. It's hard to notice these details, after all, who listens to their pulse all the time? Siegel took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down, as nothing but magic existed in his eyes now.

The Black Ship attacked again, and a crossbow arrow struck the pile where Siegel was hiding. A cruel smile appeared on Lund's lips, he was confident in the power of his giant crossbow. "Think it's safe to hide behind a wooden box, even if it's a stone wall, I'll shoot through it for you!" He didn't choose the middle of the box, but aimed at the box relatively far away from the direction of the black ship, because the orc warlord had seen too many "curious cowards" and knew them very well that they were afraid of death and wanted to know what was going on.

The crates contained a dozen bottles of wine, which had been blown apart by crossbow arrows and broken wood. A dark shadow flew past the tip of Siegel's nose, and red liquor, sharp pottery and wood shards smashed down on the side of his face like a torrential rain. Siegel was shocked, but with great perseverance he controlled the fluctuations of the spell. With a wave of his finger, he ordered his phantom to rush into the clearing.

The mage didn't believe that there was only one crossbow on the ship.

Sure enough, the second and third crossbow bolts came in a volley, striking Siegel's phantom one after the other. This is the moment to test the "acting skills" of the mage. Like a marionette, Siegel directs the details with each finger, and the incantation in his mouth keeps the spell steady. I saw that the Siegel Phantom took a big step forward, dodging a giant crossbow bolt, only to be hit by another.

The spell suddenly became unstable, and the spell showed signs of collapsing, and Siegel immediately forced the spell to hold up the illusion's existence. At the same time, he flicked his hands to one side, allowing the phantom self to follow the crossbow bolt, creating the illusion that it had been pierced and carried away. When the bolt hits the ground, his dummy falls with it. In the distance, the crossbow bolt could be seen piercing through the abdomen of "Siegel", and the internal organs and bodily fluids flowed down the corpse, and although the flame hammer was still in the corpse's hand, the light of the flames had faded.

Siegel still didn't dare to relax his grip on magic, and at most he used the corner of his eye to observe his surroundings. Half of the box he was hiding in had been shattered, but the remaining half still obscured the view of the black ship to shore - and vice versa. Thanks to an elven master, Siegel learned from her the simple organization of the battlefield, including the techniques of hiding and ambushing, and chose the right place to hide. However, now is not the time to take things lightly, a cunning and suspicious enemy is the first to suspect himself, and Siegel reckons that the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunt will not be gullible in the effectiveness of the ship's crossbow.

Sure enough, another bolt of crossbow was fired and nailed to the left shoulder of the Siegel Phantom. The spell fluctuates again, but this time there is no need to create the illusion of "corpse flying", and the difficulty of control has been reduced. Siegel made his corpse look more miserable, while trying to satisfy the orc's "aesthetic view", bloodier, more miserable, and more satisfying to Lonte's appetite - lest he stay here to "mend the knife".

It seems that he is satisfied with his results, and seems to feel that he does not need to waste crossbow arrows on corpses. The black ship made a slight turn and drifted towards the dock. The dock was less than three miles away, and the run was instantaneous, leaving little time for the fugitive brigade.

The mage didn't dare to use the flaming hammer anymore, he didn't want to provoke the orc warlords again. He crawled forward, and waited until he was within the courtyard wall of the third shipyard before waving his hand to signal the men behind him to hurry up. At the point where the three bolts converge, the illusion slowly fades, but the experience and understanding that Siegel can bring will remain.

"You can't stop here. Siegel said to Huck, "Go through the shipyard and stick to the courtyard wall on the left, and you will see the dock here. In addition to shipbuilding, this place also doubles as a ship repair, so it has its own dock. You look after the people behind, let's get on the boat and leave. ”

The orc nodded, he finally got the news. Several gladiators also breathed a sigh of relief, if Siegel continued to destroy the dockyard without knowing whether to live or die, they would immediately rebel, hack the human mage to death, and ask the orc warlord for a reward, maybe there would be a way to live.

The female archer, Mana, ran briskly, and it looked like she had survived a tough battle. She had cuts on her legs and arms, and before she had time to bandage them, blood was still pouring down. Her hair had been burned, and now only a short section remained, and she was in a state of embarrassment. She now had only an orc dagger in her hand, and an arrow bag at her waist, and about ten feathered arrows in it, but she didn't have a longbow to fire.

"Who are you?" Manna asked, "Why do you know my name?"

Siegel was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had always shown himself as a false face, either disguised as a one-eyed father, or with a "half-finished" face. The disguise has been so long that the mage has almost forgotten how many layers of skin he has. Long story short, he replied, "I'm Siegel, the man who bought you with a dragon's tooth dagger in the slave market." Siegel didn't notice his slip of the tongue and continued, "What about the rest of you?

"Huh?" Manna was stunned for a moment, but Siegel's stern eyes made her sober up: "Count Maxim took the alchemist to set up the magic array, and it is estimated that there will be results soon." ”

That is, not a single shipyard has been destroyed until now. Siegel shook his head, but he also knew that this was not the time to compete or show off, and at least it would be good to have an extra archer on the team. He handed his longbow and feathered arrows over. Then, he placed a piece of Flame Soul Crystal in the manifestation potion and threw it in the direction behind him, perhaps if the orc Ron sent troops to chase after them, this thing might be able to slow them down.

"Mana, watch the pursuers, don't fight, and don't fall behind. Siegel said, "I'll go ahead and find a good boat." "Until he knows the true plans of the Count and his party, he still needs to be careful to guard against Mana.

The female archer stopped talking, but obediently went to the end of the line. Siegel hurried to the front at the urging of the hum orcs. There are three ships parked in the berths of the dock, one is obviously a loading ship to and from the river, which will be overturned by the wind and waves as soon as it goes out to sea, and the other is a cargo ship, which seems to be the shipbuilding craftsmanship of the Star Kingdom, but unfortunately the stern and the rudder there are burned, and it is known at a glance that it is the work of orc pirates. The last was a sail-paddle warship, with forty oars on either side of the hull, now in a stowed state. The ship has two masts, but only the auxiliary mast has a sail hanging from it, and the main mast is bare. Now is not the time to be picky, and Siegel believes he can get the ship out with only a frug.

"That's it. Siegel said, "Let everyone get on the boat, arrange the old and the weak and the women first, and let those who still have the strength go to the paddling position." Humm, you just stay on the boat, let everyone not mess around, don't make noise. I'll go look for the mainsail and I'll be back shortly. ”

With that, Siegel called four strong-looking gladiators and began to rummage quickly along the docks.