Every captain needs to know his ship, how to load it, how to arrange the holds, how to keep it balanced, and most importantly, how to take care of it if it is damaged. Luckily, the Soth has never been attacked by pirates or damaged in storms, but he still needs annual maintenance. Captain Marin taught Siegel how to inspect the keel and hull for damage, and let him know how the dockyard workers were working and whether they were lazy and slippery. "One day the ship will grow old, and you will command on a new ship. The old captain used to say so, so he had Siegel learn at the dockyard to make him remember the difference between the various ships and how they were built.

I didn't expect that one day this knowledge would help me use it to destroy the shipyard, Siegel smiled bitterly at himself inwardly.

Trying to set fire to the entire dockyard is too time-consuming and easy to attract the attention of the enemy - who would miss the skyrocketing fire? Siegel's plan was to destroy key parts while remaining as stealthy as possible. His first goal was the tool room, where all the tools the shipbuilders needed for their work were piled up.

Destroying the shipyard, killing the shipbuilders, and melting down the shipbuilding tools had a similar effect, with Siegel summoning a fiery serpent and ordering it to burrow into the tool room, coil all the tools up, and heat them up with the heat of his body until the wood burns to char and the metal to molten iron. At the same time, he told the fire wolves to bite off the ropes on the dry dock shelves, pull the nails out, and wait for the shelves to collapse.

The team stopped, and everyone looked in amazement at the flame animals raging in the shipyard. They wanted to leave the ruined city, but no one dared to disturb the busy mage. A few slaves sneak away from the group where no one is looking, and they plan to find a place to hide and no longer participate in this dangerous journey.

Siegel saw all the escapees through the eyes of the ravens, but he didn't have time to care about the "deserters". As he ordered the fire wolves to wreak havoc, he found that one of the fire wolves was gradually losing control and becoming more and more sluggish in carrying out his orders. Siegel turned his attention to the fiery wolf and finally discovered the cause of its abnormality.

Purgatory mycelium.

The creatures hidden in the wood still existed, and they began to multiply wildly after feeling the heat around them, and countless spores crawled onto the fire wolf's body. Obviously the heat from hell is a great attraction for them, and it is also a great tonic. The Infernal Mycelium tries to control the creature from Hell, making it even crazier, more powerful and more dangerous.

Siegel felt his spell spiral out of control, and the fiery wolf began to stare at its master viciously with incandescent eyes, letting out a low roar from its long, fanged mouth. "Snatch my spells, think beautifully!" Siegel recited the spell to control the summon, and a bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips into the fire wolf's eyebrows, causing the beast to roll on the ground. Siegel's thoughts pierced into its core over and over again, eventually overpowering the remnants of Infernal Mycelium.

Once he regains control, Siegel can check the condition of the summon. The infernal mycelium makes the structure of the fire wolf more fragile, but strengthens the hardness of the minions and the temperature of the flames. The Hellfire Wolf's destructive power has been somewhat improved, but it is not known what the limit of this improvement is. According to the laws of summoning spells, if the summoned creature loses control, it will first attempt to attack the summoner, and if this is not possible, it will act according to the habits of the original creature. At the same time, their existence will be greatly shortened, and they will soon be rejected by this world. As long as they get away from these hellfire wolves for a certain distance and let them not have time to catch up after they get out of control, then Siegel and they are still safe.

Siegel had a new idea. He ordered the fire wolves to stay, and let them first destroy as many docks as possible, and then target the warehouses with long logs. There is a good wood stored there that can make the keel of the ship, and there is also enough hellish mycelium. Let them go berserk, it will only help Siegel in his actions. Eventually, when these creatures get out of control, the magic link will be broken, and even if the witch priest arrives, there is no way to track Siegel's whereabouts.

With a wave of his hand, he ran to the front of the group and hurried to the next dock.

The two docks were not far apart, and a regular army of twenty orcs was guarding them. They saw fires in several places in the first dock from afar, but they didn't see anyone fighting the fire. Although the flames were small, they were afraid that they would eventually turn into a prairie fire. "Send a few slaves to put out the fire, and chop off the heads of those who dare to shake their heads!" said one of the orc captains. Immediately afterward, he saw dozens of ill-intentioned shadows approaching his station.

Leading the way was a figure wielding a flaming hammer with a long cloak behind him. It seemed that no general was dressed like this, and such a thought flashed through the orc captain's mind, and then he saw the face that belonged to the human. Without thinking, he ordered his men to attack. "Shoot them, shoot them!" he shouted.

Siegel waved his wand, and the power of the qi elemental gathered in front of him, and then was violently launched. A gust of wind blew up, and all the unfixed debris flew into the sky, broke apart, and then shattered into pieces, as if it had been struck by a battering ram. The wall of wind came and stopped just as fast, and the orc captain couldn't help but stumble, although he was not hurt at all, but the dozen or so arrows shot out were blown off, and none of them hit the target. He hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to try to see the situation on the other side, only to find five feathered arrows shooting towards their position.

In the end, only two hit the target, one of which was on the captain's thigh. Siegel was already satisfied with such a hit rate, after all, archers are not professional fighters. Many people in the back slowed down their steps and hesitated when they saw the twenty-man orc team. Confidence in battle is built step by step, and Siegel understands this, and this is the purpose of the knight's existence in battle—to set an example and build confidence in the militia.

"Follow me!Kill them!" At this time, there was no elegance and temperament to say, only a raging fighting spirit. The second wave of orc arrows knocked down four slaves, but most of them were villagers who followed. The first few gladiators who were able to fight rushed very quickly, and they were already close to the orc line.

And then there's the collision of metal and metal, flesh and flesh.

For those in technical armor, lightning spells are always the best to use. The Electric Claw spell also does not require casting materials, which is just right for empty-handed. A ball of electricity erupted from Siegel's left hand, and silver sparks crackled and glowed faintly. He rushed up to the orc captain and grabbed his electric claws at his face. The orc pretended to be in a daze with a horizontal knife to block, but at the same time very cunningly tried to cut off the mage's wrist, a cruel smile hidden in the corner of his mouth. Siegel had learned his lesson in the past, and the broken dwarven belt had taught him what happened to his enemies. He wouldn't waste spells on the first hit, it would only drain his energy too quickly. The electric claw is just a false move, and the real threat is actually a warhammer that strikes from the bottom up.

To achieve the effect of surprise, Siegel temporarily suppressed the flames on the warhammer before attacking to avoid the opponent's sights and ears. The glare of lightning caused the orc to ignore the other threats, and he didn't wake up until the hammer slammed into his legs.

Siegel heard more than one shattering sound, and the tremor from his hand turned him up. What he had seen and heard during his time in Macabuda and the Wasteland of Tears had made his disgust with orcs accumulate over time, and now he finally had a way to vent it.

"Drink!" Siegel spun around and swung his hammer out in a horizontal arc, smashing his opponent's head. The iron helmet was smashed into a pancake, and all the "fillings" inside were squeezed out.

He kicked away the body that was in the way and pounced on the next one. An arrow came at him, but Meow didn't allow it, just grazing Siegel's cloak and flying by. Baron the raven descended from the sky, stole the archer from his claws, and then turned around and spat out a ray of fire that pierced his skull. The mage joins Hum's warband, striking the orc in the back from behind, while Hum takes the opportunity to plunge his dagger into the enemy's throat on the other side. An orc warrior blocked the gladiator's spear with his iron armor, clamped the weapon between his arms, and slashed the gladiator's face with a sword in the other. He then rushed to Siegel. It was clear that he had discovered that the young human was the leader of the team, and that the Flame Warhammer in his hand would make a good trophy. The orcs lowered their swords as little as possible. With his left hand, he pulled the axe from his belt behind his back and threw it five paces away from Siegel.

"Humm!" the orc roared, swinging his dagger and slashing at the axe, sending it flying. However, Siegel had already noticed that the raven above his head had been providing information on the surrounding battlefield. With the help of the orc Hum, the mage can fight back faster. With a roar of rage, he used the skill taught by the dwarf Irint to throw the flaming hammer. The strength of his arm was concentrated in one point, and the hammer flew fast, straight and flat, without even a spin in the air. The orc used all his strength to grasp the hilt and blade of the sword with both hands, and finally held off the flying hammer. However, the longsword was not designed to resist such an attack, and it was not surprising that it bent and folded under impact.

Siegel didn't stop for a moment after throwing the hammer, he used the skill of elven pace to speed up instantly, and rushed in front of the enemy. His left hand ran between the orc's erect arms, and pressed against the iron armor. Thunderbolts of magic exploded on metal armor, piercing hair, skin, internal organs, and down to the bone marrow. The inside of the orc's body seemed to be illuminated by a torch, and a scorching smell accompanied by green smoke wafted out from the cracks in the armor.

The mage's right hand grabbed the flaming war hammer mounted on the longsword, and with a short force, it hit the bridge of the orc's nose accurately, and in two consecutive blows, the enemy was completely eliminated. After all, the team of fugitives has a numerical advantage, and it is difficult for the orcs to fight alone, but they can often besiege an enemy with two or three people. Seeing that the situation was not good, an orc soldier turned and began to flee. Siegel didn't have time to find the longbow, and to be on the safe side, he aimed at the orc deserter and used the energy missile spell. With the sound of his incantation, three purple balls of energy traveled through the space of the battlefield, accurately hitting the back of the enemy's head before exploding. The orc slid across the ground for a distance, and then was completely immobilized.

The fire wolves in the first shipyard have gone completely out of control, and Siegel has lost his magic sense with them. But in this way, he can summon new helpers to deal with this second shipyard.