The sail was a big, heavy thing that was hard to miss, but there wasn't enough time to tell which was a square sail and which was a spinnaker—so a piece of cloth large enough would be enough for Siegel to be satisfied. The four strong orcs had come to carry the sails, and they had been told to place them in a place where there was no one at the stern. Although they did not understand the meaning, their reverence for the mage allowed them to carry out their orders accurately.

In addition to sails, other supplies are needed to sail the seas, especially food and water. There weren't many things in the dockyard as a repair dock instead of an unloading dock, but the sharp-eyed Siegel noticed an interesting phenomenon: the stern burnt cargo ship was parked next to the galleys, with no one on it, but the draft was deep. The mage immediately speculated that it might be a merchant ship that had been robbed but had not yet had time to unload, and that it should contain something that everyone needed.

Thinking of this, Siegel chanted a spell and cast a spell through the sea. He chose to mix the power of the water elemental into the spell of summoning the giant squid, which made him more physically and powerful, but more fragile in his limbs. Contrary to the mage's expectations, the summoned squid was much larger than expected, and the thickest part of the tentacle was almost the same as Siegel's waist.

This is certainly a good thing, especially for the destruction of cargo ships and the movement of supplies. Under Siegel's command, the giant squid slammed its pointed head into the hull of the ship, then reached through the crack and tore it hard. The wooden planks looked like crispy pancakes under its strange force, and soon a large hole was torn out. The raven flew in from the hole, providing a view to the mage master. Most of the cargo hold was made of cloth for clothes, and even a few precious silks, which could sell well in the New World, but were not what Siegel needed. Ten sacks of turnips and shriveled apples weren't something the orcs liked, and they all ended up being cheaper for the mage. There wasn't much left of the rusks, and the hard cheese the size of a millstone had been spoiled by the orcs, but it could still be carried to the ship. It's a pity that there are not many barrels of rum and brown ale left, which could have been stored for a long time and can replace drinking water, but the orcs are greedy for a cup of good drink, and they are thankful that they can keep Siegel.

The huge squid stunned the refugees who were boarding the boat, and they immediately knelt down at the thought of the squid logo on Siegel's cloak. "The Sage of the Poseidon," they called Siegel. If it were any other time, the giant squid would have been able to scare a group of people to the core, but now it has given these people great confidence. Some people organized themselves to help the squid carry the boxes, which greatly accelerated the overall progress.

Siegel looked into the city, gazing at the location of several shipyards. Unlike before, a black column of smoke rose there, thicker and darker than the surrounding night. This should be the alchemist Eric's method, using the purgatory mycelium to create a battle. In the haze, Siegel saw a black figure emerge in the smoke, seemingly with four arms and a long face like a bird's beak. Due to the distance, more details are not visible.

On the other side of the city, two shipyards patronized by Siegel have already caught fire, and the frenzied fire wolves are even more destructive than expected. If the mage's vision could see through the walls of the object, he could see a stout flaming python greedily devouring flesh on the stacked corpses. Even the fiery wolf became part of the monster's body, and the molten metal from the shipbuilding tools turned into the armor of the fiery serpent.

As the Black Ship approached the berth, it was at the height of the anger of the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunth. He blew the horn of the command, and a loud sound was heard throughout the city. His elite guards then jumped to the ground before they could fully land on the ground, quickly establishing the first line of positions. A group of orcs and half-orcs controlled by the wraiths rushed forward, but before they could get close to the distance that the longsword could attack, they were slashed by the huge long hook knife and war halberd. The flesh fell in pieces like harvested wheat, and then the wraith came out, fangs and claws trying to pounce on the orc elite. But then the witch priest who appeared from the deck cast a spell, and a blood-red light curtain enveloped all the orcs on the ship, and the wraiths tried in vain, and then found that possession was impossible.

Then out of the cabin came two slingers, four meters tall. They are deformed variants, with short, thick legs, much shorter than their normal counterparts, but their arm spans are not inferior. The Three-Eyed Warlord left these two giants behind to be used as mobile trebuchets. But now all they need is their superior strength to help clear the docks of debris so that the follow-up troops can land as soon as possible.

Several horns sounded from within the city, seemingly echoing the call of the Three Eyes. Troops that do not respond will be hanged for desertion unless they fight to the death. Lund sounded the horn again and gave the order for all troops to defend in place. If there are still orcs moving in the streets at this time, they will all be destroyed as enemies.

They made their way to the temple dedicated to the Beastmaster, which was also the centerpiece of the entire Makabuda enchantment. Originally, one of the two high-level one-eyed witch priests in the city had been following Longte, and the other person happened to get on the boat to report to him about the strange things that had happened in the arena, resulting in the temple not having a high-level witch priest in charge, so it could not play its true role. Wraiths can pose a great threat, but their weaknesses are also very obvious, and once the power of the enchantment envelopes the city, these undead will not be able to raise waves.

"Send ten elite soldiers to the Haiyan shipyard, put to death all the escaped slaves, and bring back the heads of the enemies I shot to death. The Three-Eyed Rond said viciously, "I will let the witch priest curse his soul, so that he will not be at peace even if he dies!"

The ship had been loaded at the Haiyan shipyard, and Siegel was instructing them on the side of the ship to untie the cable and put away the anchor. It's still the simplest of jobs, but they're still clumsy. It's not that you can't finish the job because you don't have enough strength, it's that you can't grasp the right rhythm if you work too hard. The harder part is yet to come: the boat has a rudder hidden below deck to help steer when using the oars. It was originally designed with the protection of arrows and the bed crossbow in mind, so there was no viewing window for the helmsman, but a narrow window under the bow ramming angle. So there has to be one person to navigate and another person to steer. Neither of these tasks is easy, especially when you have to squeeze out of the harbor by boat. As chaos spreads in the city, it is likely that residents will take refuge at sea. Moreover, Siegel is not familiar with the waterways here, so it is likely that he will run into trouble on night voyages.

There is only one option for today. Siegel found ropes and locked the rudder in place, keeping it in the middle forever. Then he stepped onto the deck and unfurled the side sail. It is a jib on the bow of the boat, which is very well maintained, both in canvas and locks. Originally, the ship was powered by a square sail on the mainmast, and the spinnaker was used to improve maneuverability and assist balance, but when the ship's power and center of gravity were unbalanced with only the auxiliary mast, it was difficult for the boat to maneuver. It was also the first time Siegel had faced such a situation, and he could only rely on his own experience and ability to learn and adapt as quickly as possible.

Tonight's wind was blowing from the land to the ocean, which was very good for Siegel, but the tide was in the opposite direction. Siegel thought about the manner of the black ship not long ago, when it had lowered its sails and moved only by inertia and the tide, and then roughly estimated the speed of the current. It only takes a few more minutes for the last of the inhabitants to get on the boat, so Siegel sends Raven to inform Manna to get the female archer back as soon as possible.

The pet faithfully carried out the order and flew to the rear of the port area. However, it discovers that the shooter is not alone, and the one-eyed daddy Fezak is also nearby. The loyal old spy had a feathered arrow stuck in his ankle, bleeding profusely, and the soles of his feet and calves were completely in two directions. He limped towards Mana, who rushed up and grabbed him.

"Run, kid. Fezak said, "Go find a boat and escape to the sea, so that there will be a way to live." ”

"Aren't you with the Count, why did you come here?"

"The gnomes and alchemists are in disguise, and they lure the Count to the Temple of the Beastmaster. Fezak struggled to move his pace, and the blood flowing from his injured leg drew a long line behind him. "Don't ask the child any more, it's not good for you to know too much. ”

The female shooter bit her lip and took a deep breath, then took the old man's arm on her shoulder, helping him share the weight as much as she could. "Don't say more, there's a ship ahead, you go up with me, and then go back to the south. Let's not get involved in the orcs. ”

With that, she carried Fezak in the direction of the galleys.

But the unexpected pursuers arrived. Neither the elite guardians of the Three-Eyed Warlords, nor the spirit-possessed orc inhabitants, but the inconspicuous gnomes of the ranks.

Gelberg was his name, but he didn't say a word except when he shouted at the auction, and was silent like a mute. He always silently followed the alchemist, helping him sort out various experimental materials and alchemy vessels. It seems that even his dog never barks, lying quietly on his stomach, always looking like he is about to die.

But now the picture is very different. The dwarf was covered in blood, as if it had been drenched from head to toe, and took a good bath. He held a dagger in one hand and the head of a half-orc in the other. As he walked forward, he used his dagger to cut off the skin off the orc's head one by one, and threw it on the ground, humming a light-hearted tune in his nose. His pet dog followed quietly, keeping his head down to pick up the fallen flesh, chewing and swallowing it.

"Why do you have to drag down the lovely lady, old man?" said the dwarf grimly, "if you are deaf and blind and know nothing, you have now boarded the ship that has left here and gone away. But now I have to die here. ”

When Fezak saw the dwarf appear, his heart went cold. As an experienced spy, he always sensed that the three of Earl, Alchemist, and Dwarf were not normal. He patiently observed, and with the help of a peephole in the grocery store, he finally discovered that the alchemist and the dwarf were fakes, and had been using elaborate human skin masks to hide their true faces.

He didn't know how they found out about his reconnaissance. The mission of taking Manna and Tim to the port to find a ship has been changed to wreath in the city with the pygmy Golbo. He knew it was a sign that he was going to attack him, so he found an excuse to go to the toilet and escaped.

"Kill the old man, and come back to us. The gnome said to Mana, "The Red God will praise you for your loyalty and reward you for your deeds. ”