The acceleration of the thirty-eight arrows made a huge sound in the air, and sank into the flesh of the sea beast at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
The ratmen on the ship could only see the tail arrow feathers slightly protruding from the sea beast's skin and dozens of iron chains connected to the port side.
The sea beast was in pain, swaying from side to side, trying to break free, but the barbs stuck the arrows tightly in the flesh of the sea beast. The struggle only made them burrow into a tighter place in the flesh of the sea beast.
Amid the violent shaking, Eski opened his eyes and looked at the inventory of arrows in the box, his eyes filled with disbelief.
No wonder the elves' arrows have an armor-piercing effect and can accelerate independently in the air. What's even more shocking is that these things can be guided... This is really something that is enough to subvert cognition.
What does it mean to be the absolute main force of the Order camp? With family divisions, civil wars, and continuous internal strife, the remaining things are still not comparable to other races.
Except for the older one in the south.
The use of metal wind to extend the chain just now is not surprising.
In that case, there should be arrows specially designed to attack sea monsters, right? After all, elves can tame these monsters.
However, this war should be of no use.
Eski looked at the sea. The ship was pulled to one side by the sea beast, but the chain arrows that penetrated deeply into the flesh made its struggle weak.
However, it cannot be said to be a complete victory, as the Ratman fleet no longer has gunboats that can shoot at the sea beasts.
At this time, should we use dimensional lightning or separate body destruction?
"Tighten the winch."
After the black-furred Storm Rat yelled at the slave rats, he pulled out his sword and turned around to look at the clan rats that had just assembled.
"Everyone on the ship, prepare to join the gang."
After hearing the order, the strongest and best-equipped clan rats climbed up along the ropes hanging from the mast, ready to swing over at any time.
Although even the captain doesn’t know whether swinging towards the sea monster will have any effect.
In any case, the ratmen on the elf ship were finally ready for battle, and the storm rat turned to look at the two engineering warlocks.
"Master Engineer Warlock, please don't take action. We need this sea beast."
Mirza frowned.
"Need a leviathan?"
The doubtful expression gradually dissipated, and Mirza's voice became sinister again.
"No, you want to use necromancy to transform it into your ship. There have been rumors that you have been in contact with those heretics."
Eski also understood immediately.
The so-called heretics refer to those mages who are not controlled by the Gray Prophet Clan and the Skryre Clan. They are all rebels who violate the will of the Council of Thirteen.
If these people are discovered by the Council of Thirteen using magic, they will be killed immediately.
Therefore, among them, a group of alternative people in the rat society were born, an alternative despised by the entire rat society - necromancers.
The Council of Thirteen's attitude towards them has always been cruel.
Especially in this era, when the Ratmen and the strongest necromancers in the world have been at war for more than fifty years.
Eski's blood-red eyes became sharp under the green observer. It's not that he really hates the rat necromancer, but that such a secret might be able to extort some benefits?
Not good...
The white-haired engineer warlock was caught in a tangle. Brandy, the warlord of the Scurvy clan, was still trying to find a way to help him escape from the battlefield. This is considered a favor. Repaying kindness with enmity? This is very rat-like.
No, no, no, this is not ratman at all. Brandy's promise has not been fulfilled yet. The benefits that can be obtained now are obviously incomparable with leaving the battlefield.
So, Eski chose to remain silent.
At this time, the black-haired engineering warlock Page was explaining to Mirza.
"That's just a rumor. You misunderstood. The Scurvy clan is a very pious clan. They have to ring the bell thirteen times before going to sea. How could they cooperate with the heretics who betrayed the Horned Rat and used magic other than the great invention of the Horned Rat Supreme?
What?"
How could this kind of rhetoric make Mirza give up reporting? So, the white-haired engineering warlock spoke in a sinister tone.
"Huh? I'm using the Eight Winds of Magic. You mean, I am..."
Before Esky could finish speaking, the captain turned to face him with a flattering smile.
"Lord Eski, you are an engineer and warlock of the Skry clan. Of course you are not a traitor."
"Well, let's discuss the reward for the magic ceremony I just helped you with. The slave rats are only used as magic materials."
Mirza watched all this and fell silent.
The fact that Eski didn't bite the scurvy clan with him just now is colluding with heretics has already explained Eski's attitude, and now he's jumping out to argue...
"Forget it, it seems I have nothing to do here, I'll go back and rest first."
With that said, the brown-haired engineer warlock in power armor slowly walked towards the cabin with heavy equipment. He made up his mind and reported the Scurvy Clan after getting off the ship.
"Hey."
Esky shouted to him.
"The boat is rocking so hard that your wine bottle will be broken."
But the brown-haired engineer warlock still disappeared through the hatch of the ship without looking back.
"I don't want any more reward, just two ballistae, ten strong clan rats, plus matching arrows, all types of arrows, how about it."
"Two ballistae are too many, at most one, and three slave rats, five arrows each."
The two sides engaged in another round of bargaining, but even under the cover of his black hair, the black-haired captain still looked obviously impatient.
The sea beast is still struggling. Although the winch has begun to tighten, the sea beast on the left side of the ship is still struggling. If there is another impact like before the miasma, the captain cannot guarantee that the pointed-eared ship will not fall apart.
.
"It can't be less, otherwise if there are other battles later, will you fight with a ship without runes? I just controlled two metal winds at the same time. As long as there is one more, I can activate all the runes on the ship.
Written."
"Two doors are two doors."
The captain had no time to waste anymore. After reaching the deal, he quickly walked to the port side and looked up. The ropes hanging from the mast were already densely packed with twitching rat men.
The command knife pointed at the sea beast that was pulled by the winch probably less than ten meters away, and shouted.
"Jump into the gang, kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Seafood stuff!"
After shouting a few words to embolden himself, the new gang leader swung out from the ship's sling under the captain's death gaze.
"This jump gang is really primitive. It would be better if it had wings or a jetpack or something."
Eski couldn't help complaining as he looked at the captain of the Tiao Gang who just swung over and then fell into the water.
The behavior of gang-hopping reminded him of the gang-hopping of vampire pirates. Compared with the ones in front of him... I can only say that the difference is still very obvious.