The first thing that comes to mind when people think of pirates is the pitch-black skull flag, the shiny scimitar, and the tattered pirate ships, but the Nagas never needed these things when they were pirates, they have been immersed in this ocean for too long, both above and below the water.
They are as familiar with the ocean as they are with the backyard of their own homes than any other race.
Sometimes, their power beneath the surface of the water is even more palpitating than above the surface.
Several of the self-signaling crew members leaned forward anxiously to look underwater, some of them hurling spears and bows and arrows into the water, but they did not produce any results, not even a single blood splash.
The people became even more panicked, because the sound of the bottom of the ship was even more intense, and if it weren't for the fact that the hull of each ship of the Kingdom Navy had been carved into the inner wall by the royal mage with a strong enough magic circle, it would have been breached long ago.
Several soldiers even began to undress their armor and prepare to fight the Nagas to the death, knowing that they could not defeat the Sirens in the water, but in their opinion, even if they went down and were stabbed to death by the Nagas, it was better than waiting for the ship to sink and drown.
At that moment, a voice rang out in the crowd: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
” The people scattered in all directions, surprised to see that in the midst of them, Diego was carrying a huge metal ball.
This thing is not purely round, whether it is the shape or (size, it is almost the same as a real durian, if it is not for the metallic luster it exudes, I am afraid that someone would really think that this thing can be cut open and eaten.
No one wondered where Diego had pulled out such a thorny thing, because things like space packs were very important for traveling from south to north.
For well-informed sailors, it is not a rare object.
In fact, the Captain of the Self-Signal has an enchanted rune cloth pack.
There are a lot of things that can be magically stuffed in.
Many sailors recognized it as an engineering artifact, as they occasionally used similar things when jumping gangs, but most of the explosives such as improvised bombs could not be used underwater, unlike this one, which was completely sealed by a barbed shell made of silver, with only a short handle with a thick finger protruding from where it should have been.
Although this thing was so ordinary, it didn't look surprising at all, and even the most dull person could feel the power of the engineering bomb from Diego's careful movements.
People held their breath and watched nervously as Diego tinkered with it.
It was an arcane bomb that Diego had created while he was waiting to board the ship in Stormwind.
Ever since he tasted the benefits of using Type II improvised bombs in the ruins of Abolaz in Thorn Valley, Diego has fallen in love with these explosives.
If he could, Diego would even want to create a super bomb like the Blackstone Salt Bomb, but limited to materials and manufacturing tools, the Arcane Bomb was already the most powerful explosive of this era, and more importantly, it was completely sealed and could be used underwater, which was exactly what it was used in this kind of place.
Under the watchful eye of the people, Diego slowly placed the bomb close to the side of the ship.
Then he pushed the short handle on it towards the sphere, and did not stop until he reached the fifth scale of the short handle, and then quickly picked up the silver durian and threw it towards the water.
"Find the thing closest to you.
Hang on!
Diego shouted at the top of his voice.
There was a flurry of chickens and dogs jumping on the deck.
However, five seconds passed quickly, and people grabbed what they could hold themselves in place and took up a position to wait for the impact.
But nothing happened.
The people looked at Diego in disbelief, as if waiting for his explanation.
Even he was a little skeptical if it was a dud, as it was the first time he had used an arcane bomb.
The bombs were too expensive—each costing more than five hundred gold coins, and he was reluctant to even try one to get used to its power.
At this moment, a terrible scream from a woman was faintly heard, but the sound seemed to come from the water, and it was not very real.
But Diego's heart suddenly relaxed, he knew that the bomb had exploded, and to be precise, the first step of its entire explosion process had worked.
Unlike other engineering bombs that rely on blast waves and bomb fragments to deal damage, the Arcane Bomb has both types of damage, but its greater power lies in its ability to interfere with the arcane energy in all casters within the blast radius through the body's sophisticated Arcane Converter before the mixture of gunpowder and rune cloth in its body explodes, causing it to go berserk and release it instantly, causing a series of arcane explosions.
In a sense, this thing is almost the nemesis of low-level mages, of course, it also has a lot of limitations, such as it can only be effective on low-level mages whose arcane energy is unstable in their bodies, in fact, people are rarely willing to use this expensive bomb on low-level mages who can only put a few crude spells, but today is an exception, those female Naga spellcasters below the self-signal are in this range, and they are also unlucky to run into a loser.
Immediately after, an earth-shattering explosion rang out, a loud bang of multiple explosions coming into one, both from the explosion of the bomb itself and from the impact of the Naga caster's arcane self-detonation.
Next to the signal hull, several blood-red columns of water rose into the sky, and one could even see the severed arms and fragments of weapons wrapped in those columns.
The sea shook violently, and the self-signal shook violently on the water, making an overwhelming crunching sound, and no matter how strong the people grasped and how steady they stood, they all fell into a rolling gourd.
Several sailors were even thrown out and thrown into the sea.
It took a while for the concussion from the explosion to subside.
The crew members, splashed with the stench of blood, cautiously walked to the side of the ship and looked down, but no one believed that anyone could survive the violent explosion, and the shock wave of the sea alone could squeeze the Nagas' internal organs into minced meat.
"That's it?"
People looked at Diego in disbelief, and then looked at the blood in the water, and felt that this was so fake, that people didn't know what to say, and they couldn't feel the ecstasy of being in a desperate situation at all!
In people's perception, it is normal to have a difficult victory after a bloody battle, right?
Like now, a simple and crude "duang" solves all problems, it is too unreal, neither magical nor scientific!
At that moment, a sailor who had fallen into the water burst out of the water and shouted loudly at the people who were looking down at the side of the ship.
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Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, but since he had fallen into the water after the explosion, the injuries he had suffered were not serious.
"Dead, those monsters are all dead," he said, treading the water, looking up from the crowd for his chief, "Mr.
Captain, the bad news is that our ship is now a hedgehog!"
” …… As the days passed, the self-signal was gradually repaired.
Because most of the supplies needed for repair are in stock on the ship, asphalt, hemp silk, planks, sail ropes, canvas ......, although it cannot be completely repaired as in the dock, but at least there is no problem in normal navigation.
The remaining Naga pirates on the island didn't seem to have the slightest intention of doing it again - they had been terrified by the annihilating battle, even when the captain sent a team to the shore to cut wood to make a makeshift mast.
However, Zi Signal had no intention of going to the island to suppress the bandits, they did not want to make trouble, but rushed to the port of Seramo as soon as possible, who knows if the king has any new orders after such a long delay?
Two weeks later, one morning, the whistle evoked people in hammocks.
Everyone knew that it was their last morning on Okaz Island, and the sailors began to scrub the deck one last time, straighten the sails, and prepare for the voyage in an orderly manner.
The wind speed was observed, and the course and course were determined.
At the captain's command, the lookout climbed to the top of the high mast, and several sailors turned the winch and slowly put away the anchor chain, while the sailman began to raise the sails, and the helmsman finally turned the steering wheel, and slowly moved the self-signal, heading towards the sea.
Neptulon the Tide Hunter gave enough favor to those lucky enough to survive his own hands, and the next week or so was sunny but not windless.
The monsoon wind blowing from the east pushes the self-signaling sails strongly, but never overblows the patchwork sails.
More than a week passed, and just before the self-signal supply was almost exhausted, a huge city of white stone masonry appeared on the coastline in the distance.
Theramore, they've finally arrived.
(To be continued......)