By the time the engineer warlock left the cabin, the movement outside had stopped.
I saw that the paddle steamer ahead had stopped running, and the helmsman of the ship was turning the rudder vigorously.
"Full right rudder."
I don’t know which rat-man is calling.
In front, the clan rats were beating the slave rats with whips and shouting.
"Push the sail."
The slave rats piled densely on the deck, wearing heavy shackles, worked hard to push up the push rod under the mast, which was installed by the Scurvy Clan because they could not directly use the elves' automatic sail-controlling device.
Through the power of this wooden structure, the bearing under the mast used for steering the sail can be steered.
The sail on the foremast turns to the left, and the main and aft masts turn to the right.
The ship's turning speed suddenly accelerated.
The engineering warlock boarded the stern deck, where a rat man who was not the captain was giving orders. At this time, he had turned about 40 degrees to the left, and he was also giving orders to return to the rudder.
The sail was also pushed back to its original position under his command.
Just as he was thinking about where the captain was, a black shadow fell from above the engineer warlock's head. He held a telescope emitting green light in his hand. A closer look revealed that it was the captain of the Scurvy clan.
Eski looked up and saw that there was the mast of the tail mast.
It looks like he climbed up to observe the situation.
"Captain, what's going on."
Eski asked.
"Yeah, what's going on? I was so scared that I didn't even drink."
Along with the thumping sound, Mirza's voice also came from the bottom of the stairs.
This made the black-haired captain glance at the two engineering warlocks and spit out a word.
"Leviathan."
"Sea beast?"
The engineering warlocks were just about to ask something more, but their attention was taken away by the sight on the starboard side.
At this time, the hull of the ship came just to the right side of the paddle steamer parked in front, which allowed the engineer to clearly see the broken wooden boards and a large hole in the ship.
The hole was at least six meters wide, and a large number of wooden structures disappeared. They were taken away by something.
The slave rats were desperately using buckets to drain the seawater that entered the cabin, but the captain just watched with cold eyes and spat out another sentence.
"They are hopeless."
Mirza turned his head and asked.
"Why?"
"The keel has been bitten off, and the ship will soon be broken into two pieces."
As the captain was talking, the engineering wizards discovered that the middle part of the ship was starting to be too high, and the head and tail were sinking relatively, especially the tail part carrying the paddle wheel.
Under such pressure, the middle ship plate began to break, and the previous water intrusion on the left side no longer seemed important under such circumstances.
"Can it be fixed?"
"Unless you replace them with a new keel immediately, no, they need to replace the hull with a new one now."
That is to say, you must use the magic of the wind of life to save such an accident, and you also need to carry wood seeds.
Eski had no intention of saving them, and not to mention whether the wood from the unknown fruit tree could be replaced, he couldn't accept the fact that he could plant trees at sea.
"Master Engineer Warlock, can you make the wind stronger?"
The black-haired captain spoke eagerly. He looked at the water that was beginning to regain its calmness, feeling extremely anxious.
"You mean, Dimensional Wind Howl?"
Eski immediately realized what he was talking about and asked.
"Won't that spell blow out the sail?"
Eski has never used this spell at all. In Skaven Castle, the most commonly used ones are Dimensional Stand and Dimensional Lightning.
Yesterday was only the third time he used the spell of split destruction.
If it were up to him to blow up the sail, everyone would die together.
"Mirza, how is your use of Dimensional Wind Howl?"
He asked another engineer.
Mirza just looked over slowly, his eyes evasive.
"I have also stayed in industrial areas before."
Is that similar to me?
But you, an engineer who is several decades old, have the nerve to let me, a three-year-old minor, take on this kind of responsibility?
Esky began to curse Mirza in his heart, but then stopped immediately.
At this time, praying to the Horned Rat won't help. The Horned Rat is not the god of the sea.
"Then I'll do it."
A green light flashed from Eski's hand, and the black-purple sail was immediately inflated, and the ship's speed away from the accident site suddenly accelerated.
The captain held on to the port side and continued to look toward the sea.
He understood that now only the setting sun provided illumination. Under such lighting conditions, even if there were sea monsters, it would be difficult to see them clearly.
But if the sun goes down, it's even more dangerous.
This ship must be saved. This pointy-eared ship is more important than the lives of all the scurvy on the ship.
The captain considered whether to abandon the fleet and head to the nearest port on his own.
Eski and Mirza glanced around the sea uneasily, but still found nothing unusual, which made them feel anxious. At this time, they discovered two paddle boats approaching the incident site at high speed.
Approaching at this time? They looked at the captain.
Seeing the engineer's confusion, the captain explained.
"Those new ships have dwarf stuff given to you by your Skryre clan."
That is to say, artillery? The Skaven have actually begun to use artillery in various aspects, which has never happened before in official history.
Although the role-playing allows individual Skaven units to hold firearms, the battle rules on the table indicate that squad-level units can only use the Skaven's own weapons.
Just as he was thinking about it, Eski heard the captain complaining again.
"This ship is not very well-armed, and the pointy-eared ballistae is too weak. It would be nice if it could be replaced at some point."
Ballista? Following his words, Eski noticed that there were indeed ballistas one after another on the deck of the ship. There were already 28 stacked on this deck.<
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In imagination, the power of the ballista is indeed not as powerful as the artillery.
Just as he was thinking about it, he followed the line of sight of the artillery and saw two paddle boats not far away, pulling down something similar to a fishing net. Then, the two ships got farther and farther away.
Is this? The engineer warlock looked at the captain in confusion.
"What do they do?"
"Draw the net to force the sea beast to surface."
As he said that, he pointed to the eight ships arranged in two single columns on both sides of the ship. The dark area above was obviously filled with rat men, and continued.
"Then let the clan rats attack and engage in a 'board battle'."
Boarding battle? The engineer thought for a few seconds and confirmed that the captain meant what he thought.
Fighting with sea beasts? How can the rat navy of this era be so stretched?
I'm afraid we have to throw the clan rats to feed the sea beasts, right? After feeding them, the sea beasts will go away on their own?