"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Sharp arrows transford into a thin rain curtain descending from the sky, splinters flying, piercing the deck surface one by one.
Under Captain Yu "Oil Hand" Bern’s orders, without hesitation, the pirate ship rapidly approached the cargo ship not far ahead, confirming their hostility.
Deep down, it’s clear that in this vast sea devoid of law and order, surrendering ans certain death.
No matter how cooperative, even if offering the safe hidden in the captain’s cabin voluntarily, these bloodthirsty and vicious hyenas would never allow anyone to leave, fearing future troubles.
With the vessel’s speed inferior to the enemy’s, only total resistance and demonstrating the determination to fight might make the enemy retreat, earning a chance for survival.
Therefore, upon spotting the pirate ship approaching, the captain of the Black Crow, Gregory, a dark-skinned, extrely experienced middle-aged man, decisively commanded the sailors to counterattack.
Sailors positioned at the high point of the stern, using their height advantage to pull the triggers of their crossbows, aid and fired, pouring arrows onto the rapidly approaching pirate ship.
The Black Crow has sailed for years and has several seasoned crew mbers.
But considering the nature of the job, risking their lives on each voyage, they rarely hone their skills in their spare ti, surpassing reckless adventurers in indulgence.
As a result, most of the arrows shot are poorly aid.
So even miss the enemy’s deck entirely, hitting the hull or falling into the sea.
After a round, the only injury caused, barely scratching a pirate’s leg, was by the newly boarded apprentice sailor Colin—before leaving his hotown with Xia Nan, he apprenticed with a hunter in the village, showing so talent and effort, hence his decent archery.
So inexperienced sailors appeared panicked, trembling so much they could barely hold their weapons.
While the veterans also felt tense, they continued to act, urging the young ones to stay calm, not to panic, as they nocked arrows and drew bows for a second volley.
After all, they weren’t professional adventurers; maintaining precision on a ship swaying in the waves was a matter of luck, entirely reliant on probability.
The lack of results in the initial rounds of shooting was normal, seen as rely getting a feel for it.
When the pirate ship cos close enough, and the pirates try to board from the deck, that’s their real chance to strike.
"Ding!"
The sharp clash of hard objects erupted in the air.
Accompanied by a sharp cold light, the arrowhead was easily deflected by a scimitar.
With just a slight force of the wrist, the broken arrow was thrown onto the deck.
A nearby unfortunate crew mber, pierced through the arm by an arrow, cries out in agony; Bern with "Oil Hand" stared intently at the cargo ship ahead, his face filled with brutality and bloodlust.
These damn, ridiculous, overconfident maggots dared to provoke him... At this mont, Bern had sentenced everyone on the Black Crow to death.
He planned to keep the opposing captain alive after the battle and torture him to vent his anger.
Of course, anwhile, as an experienced adventurer and a pirate for many years, he wouldn’t let his rage destroy his rationality.
Although sailors can be recruited again after returning, since the mission hasn’t formally started, excessive losses should be avoided if possible.
He didn’t want to carry a shipload of wounded into the task.
"Cao Luo!"
Staring at the approaching cargo ship, without turning his head, he suddenly shouted.
Having partnered for years, the level of mutual understanding needed no elaboration.
Almost the mont Bern spoke, an unusual sea wind suddenly arose from the void
Not colorless or shapeless, this fierce wind seed driven by the purest natural magic particles, shimring like phosphorus powder as it howled.
Instantly enveloping the pirate ship, the air ford a blurred transparent wall.
While unable to completely block the sharp arrows tearing through the air, it significantly weakened their kinetic energy.
Unable to pierce the wooden deck, they fell clattering at everyone’s feet.
Behind, Cao Luo tightly gripped his magic wand, lips moving, his eyes flashing with magical radiance blurring the boundary between pupils and whites.
He didn’t know the na of this spell; he didn’t even think of it as a spell in his core.
It was rely a technique for using magic particles.
From a primitive tribe in remote seas, he had only beco proficient in the Universal Language in recent years and despite learning so casting knowledge with Captain Bern’s aid, during actual combat, he instinctively relied on his affinity with nature for very primitive casting.
Using the crudest and simplest magic model, he forcefully infused his spiritual power to summon the wind, to defend against flying tools.
An ordinary mage who had just started, using this casting thod would probably drain their spiritual power in an instant, passing out.
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