Bair tossed and turned around the battlefield, dodging the arrows and plunging his tomahawk into the planks of the Norsca battleship.

With this force, he jumped on the battleship before leaving.

The Norsca barbarians on the deck had already noticed him, and as soon as Baier stood firm, three or four ironbreakers smashed into him.

Bayer's tomahawk was horizontal, his body was slightly green, and he pulled out his axe and slashed with a low sigh.

The four Norsca warriors instantly turned into eight pieces, like bright red kites, their blood and upper bodies swayed at will, panning in the air for a while, landing on the deck or in the sea.

The swollen, tentacled monster grinned, and only two or three yellowed teeth remained.

It spits out standard human language. "Welcome, human."

Bair first scanned the surroundings, there were 30 Norscan warriors standing on the deck, the hull of the ship was wrapped in huge tentacles, the tentacles looked like gelatinous, and each one was about ten meters long.

The monster stood beside the Norscar warrior, and was not wearing any resemblance of clothing or weapons.

The torrential rain did not stop, and the protruding "teeth" of the dragon's throat were particularly terrifying in this cloudy sky, like a fierce beast that was ready to choose people and devour.

Even if there was no death on the deck that Bayer had just created, it was already covered with unknown minced flesh and rotten bubbles.

Bayer and those warriors are in a stalemate with each other, they are waiting for the ship to leave the port, so what is Bayer waiting for?

He's waiting for death, not his own, but...

At this moment, the poison blade soldiers chasing on the harbor fired in unison, and 40 crossbow arrows were fired violently, and the Norsca soldiers fell in an instant, leaving only a dozen or so people.

The people on the limp ground were constantly bleeding red liquid, and the tender flesh was still twitching, and the monster captain looked at it, not only afraid, but also slightly excited.

"You're good enough to come to my ship alone."

The captain let out a roaring sound, and at this moment Baier suddenly felt his feet go limp, and his shoes actually sank into the ship.

This thing isn't a wooden boat at all!

Alive, this thing is alive!?

Bayer's body was slightly green, and he pulled out his feet, and the Norsca warrior who had just died was directly "swallowed" by the ship.

The captain's rotting arms spread out. "Welcome, to my ship of Theseus!"

At this moment, in addition to the outer layer of wood, the ship also has the appearance of a ship, and the whole thing is bright red soft meat, like a muscle cross-section!

Disgusting!

Bair swung his tomahawk in a flash of green light, the blade of the axe spilling green liquid and slicing through the flesh deck in front of him, only to see it begin to heal rapidly.

Rakcha's venom is useless?!

But I'm afraid it's also a spell, and only by killing the captain can he end his evil tragedy.

But walking here was difficult, and Bair's speed was extremely limited, and he could only be allowed to be shot by the barbarians with crude bows and arrows.

The tomahawk resisted those arrows, and at this moment Baier needed to exert force with every step, stepping out of the crackling holes in Class A...

He had had enough, looking at the smiles of the savages, Bair's forehead showed a bruise, he had rarely used so much force since he had been blessed.

At this moment he took a deep breath and left behind the smell of decay and the feeling of nausea on the ship.

The whole body fluorescent, and the power of blessing sprinkled on the ship, causing the flesh to make a sizzling sound of rotting.

The Norscan brute and the rotting captain were stunned, shooting and chattering wildly.

"Father!"

As if Bayer, who was struggling at the moment, was some extremely heretical and disgusting thing, which made Bayer even more angry.

He leaped several meters beyond the shooting Norscans.

"Kind to your mother!"

The giant axe swung down, and an oblique slash was cut down, and half of the remaining ten people were instantly gone.

Or has it become "half"?

After all, five of them were cut horizontally from head to waist, and became ten.

When the corpse was absorbed by the ship, there was a hint of fear on the captain's swollen face.

As soon as the remaining Norscans had their curly broken knives, they were smashed by Byr's slash against the guardrails on the deck.

This is the place of heavy weapons on the battlefield.

Armor piercing, group attack, and extremely high killing efficiency, the wounds it causes are hideous and huge, and it can deter mortals even more.

The monster captain laughed and looked at Baier as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Strong, you alone are enough for how many slaves, how many civilians!"

It went crazy, it twisted, and its mouth began to mourn strange words.

As soon as Bayer's heart twisted, he immediately drew his axe and cut it off.

When the blade touched the monster, the venom-infused axe sliced through its body like hot knife butter, breaking in half and slamming it onto the deck.

As soon as Baier breathed a sigh of relief and dealt with the warlock himself, he saw the monster's amazing vitality.

Instead of dying, it dragged half of its body, ignoring the liquid from the massive wound that moistened the flesh deck, chanting a vicious incantation that made the ears sour.

Bair continued to slash, slashing and slashing, as if his own voice could interfere with it.

"You, disgusting thing!"

For a moment, the deck was more like a chopping board, but the spell never stopped...

Bayer found the captain's feet? Or the roots? It's actually attached to the deck!

Bayer suddenly realized one thing at this moment, this so-called captain is a fake.

A real captain... It's the ship itself!