The green nagas, whose average strength is only a mid-level squire, are not Locke's enemies.

Like a whirlwind, the three-headed Naga was shot out by Locke's spear.

He was poked by Locke with several blood holes on his body, and his bones were visible, so he didn't die, and he had to sigh at the strong vitality of a creature like Naga.

Locke's great power also made the Nagas who boarded the ship notice, and several Nagas separated and surrounded Locke.

Locke was not afraid, and at the same time faced several Naga, and there was no disadvantage.

Naga is close to two meters tall, giving them strength beyond normal humans, and they are only middle-level attendants, and the pressure on Locke from several heads together is not much worse than Locke facing two high-level attendants at the same time.

Locke didn't drag it out, he used all his strength to face these Naga seriously, and every ten seconds, a Naga was picked out by him and flew out, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

On the deck, except for Locke, the strongest is a one-eyed first mate, the fighting spirit level of a high-ranking squire.

The strength of these Naga is not strong, and they have red tarantulas crawling on their bodies, and their strength has plummeted, but with the continuous support of the seabed, they are on par with the crew on the deck for a while.

Two crew members had already been dismembered, and one of the crew members covered in blood yelled, "Boss, use that!"

The first mate hesitated, looked at his subordinates who were constantly damaged, looked at his subordinates who were constantly damaged, and waved and shouted, "Come with me!"

The battle on deck continued, and Locke didn't notice the movements of the two sailors.

It wasn't until the sound of "crunch, crunch!" came from the deck that Locke looked away for a moment.

The pitch-black steel cannon barrel, the deep muzzle, the cannon barrel is engraved with complex magic patterns, and a magic crystal with a glowing green light is inlaid directly above the root of the cannon barrel.

It turned out to be a magic crystal cannon!

After participating in the Plane War, Locke is no stranger to this powerful magic guide produced by magicians, which is a weapon for harvesting life.

Seeing that this magic crystal cannon gave Locke the feeling that it was not as strong as the magic guide cannon during the plane war, and it looked like a defective product.

The direction in which the barrel pointed was the right side of the hull, the main location of the Naga landing.

"Get out of the way!" shouted the first mate, and the sailors in the area scattered as birds and beasts.

Without waiting for the Naga to react, the first mate immediately made a decision and slapped a certain bulge on the magic crystal cannon.

The emerald green light condensed in the pitch-black barrel, and the light grew brighter and brighter.

When the light was bright enough to give Locke a sense of threat, a pillar of light shot out.

"Bang!" After the loud bang, the deck where the Naga had been staying had turned into a piece of charcoal.

Not only was the deck missing, but even the hull below was pierced by this powerful cannon.

The sea water surged into the basement of the ship, and if it were not for the huge keel of the ship, it would have completely sunk in minutes.

One shot killed at least fifteen Naga, and the first mate took a breath, "Jas, Lut, you guys go down there and block the water, don't let the sea water flood to the second floor underground!"

"Others, follow me and stop this group of debris in the sea!" the first mate picked up his sword and led the rest of the sailors forward.

"Can you threaten the magic cannon of a quasi-first-level creature? Locke whispered.

Three-quarters of the Naga on the ship were killed by the magic cannon, and under the encirclement and suppression of the first mate and the rest of the crew, it was difficult to support itself, and there were only five heads left, and it was only a matter of time before they were killed.

After playing with the two-meter-tall green Naga in front of him, Locke picked up the spear, and the eagle's fighting spirit gushed out, and Naga's green head burst open like a watermelon, and it was red and white everywhere.

These Nagaloks had just had a brief observation, and there were no clothes hanging from top to bottom, and the shame was a mass of seaweed, which could be described as extremely ugly.

The only value Locke could think of was for his mount, Fermo.

Not bothering to clean up the loot, Locke went to take a look at the rest of the crew.

The flooding of the steamer was much slower after seven or eight crew members went down.

Eating on the sea all year round, the professionalism of these crew members is still worthy of recognition, and Locke does not have to worry about drowning.

At the edge of the deck, several Naga who had been driven to a corner had reached the point of exhaustion, and every few seconds, fresh wounds were cut.

These Naga are also tough enough, they are all like this, they don't jump into the water and run away, I don't know what they are holding onto.

The green skin of the Naga has a lot of red bulges and spots, which are the work of the magician of the hats, and these spots suppress a lot of the Naga's strength.

So much so that the Nagas, who are stronger in strength and physique than the crew, cannot exert their full strength.

Just as Locke was about to help the crew and quickly solve the trouble in front of him, a loud noise like a storm was heard in the distance.

In the sound of the waves, Locke's ears were keenly aware of the angry roar of the hat-man magician.

Not good, Locke's heart sank.

The loud noise in the distance was naturally heard by the crew and the Naga on the deck, and before the crew could figure out what the situation was, the group of Naga fought back like crazy, fighting for their lives, which made people scratch their heads.

A feeling of more and more bad things came to his heart, and Locke took out his long sword from the spatial ring, intending to deal with the annoying guys in front of him, he was more accustomed to using a sword than a spear.

Stepping and kicking, Locke leaped to his feet and slashed through, and just as he was about to cut off the head of a green Naga, the blade of the sword spun and circled in an incredible arc, slashing at his right rear.

"Bell!" the metal resonated and the surrounding creatures felt pain in their ears.

"Huh?" a strange human-like voice came from a pale blue four-armed Naga.

On its four arms, two of them were two orange-yellow clumps of strange undersea plants, and two of them were two sharp daggers.

And what stood in the way of Locke's sword was the two strange undersea plants.

Locke didn't have time to think about why the hardness of the plant could match his long sword infused with fighting energy, and after the light blue Naga blocked Locke's long sword with two hands, the two hands below brandished a short dagger, and stabbed Locke with a tricky trajectory.

If this is solid, with Locke's strong physique, there will be two eye-catching holes.

"Brother, be careful!" screamed Christine, who had been watching Locke from afar.

Next to him, Rafi took out the long sword and armor from the spatial ring, and wanted to rush directly to help Locke.

There is a way that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and Locke found that this Naga had two more arms, and it was really difficult to deal with.

A beautiful backflip barely dodged the sneak attack of Naga's two daggers, and Locke landed firmly away from the four-armed Naga.

"High-ranking squire level... Locke's eyes froze.