What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

After completing their mission, the troll warriors surfaced one after another and waved to the elves jokingly.

"Bastards! Shoot! Shoot them to death!" Hamilton's eyes widened and he angrily gave orders to his subordinates.

After hearing this, the archers immediately drew their bows and shot arrows.

Seeing this, all the troll warriors dived back under the water. Even if an arrow hit them by chance, it would be bounced away instantly.

Those who were chosen to become the Deep Divers were not ordinary trolls. They were all from Jinzaka's personal guards, in other words, all of them were masters of rank.

"Rank Warrior! It's Jinzaka! Jinzaka is in Freeport!" Hamilton's heart suddenly sank. He shouted quickly: "Quick! Order the flag signalers to not reveal the location of our flagship. All divine magicians, be alert!"

If Jinzaka sneaks onto the tree ship, I'm afraid the entire battleship will be destroyed.

Sure enough, not long after, a huge explosion sounded in the elven fleet, followed by the elves' shrill screams. Hamilton looked in the direction of the sound and found that the explosion came from a fleet behind them. The elven soldiers on that fleet fled frantically, and on the ancient tree of the warship, a slender figure was standing proudly in the wind with a knife in his hand.

"Him! Jinzaka is here as expected!" Hamilton became nervous for a moment.

Jinzaka swung his sword and instantly cut the ancient tree into two pieces. Without the ancient tree, the tree boat also lost its ability to move and defend, and became a coffin floating on the ocean. After doing all this, Jinzaka did not stop at all, and plunged directly into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

But the elves did not breathe a sigh of relief. They knew very well that this powerful sanctuary master would not give up. He would just look for new prey.

Sure enough, not long after, another explosion was heard.

Jinzaka is like the god of death, choosing his prey at will in the ocean.

After destroying four warships in succession, Jinzaka finally stopped. The elves in the warships breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that they were not chosen by the god of death.

However, even though the god of death left, the crisis was not resolved!

After this round of raids, nine warships lost their ability to move, four warships collided with their teammates, and those destroyed by artillery and Jinzaka. Of the originally huge Saint Selux fleet, only six tree ships were still able to move.

However, the remaining warships only temporarily lost their ability to move. After the divine magician regenerated the vines, they will be able to continue moving forward.

Hamilton then ordered the six warships to continue their attack to hold back the main force of Freeport, while the other warships were repaired quickly, and as many as possible were restored.

As a result, Haverdan's pressure was suddenly reduced a lot.

The remaining six warships were obviously unable to withstand the attack of the entire wolf pack, and black smoke began to rise one after another.

At this time, the wolves also began to move. They had previously set up a battle formation with the enemy because the elves' fleet was in a tight formation and they had no way to attack them. However, after the previous surprise attack, the enemy's formation had been disrupted, and there were gaps everywhere between the tree ships. Moreover, they were unable to move, which was simply their best opportunity.

Following Haverdan's order, the warships quickly detoured to both sides, drew a huge arc on the sea, then aimed their bows at the elves' warships and launched an attack.

Hamilton also discovered the other party's intention, but all he could do now was to urge the divine magician to recover his ability to move as soon as possible and then reorganize the team.

Both sides began a race against time.

Chapter 366 Combination Punch

Hamilton was anxiously pacing around on the deck, constantly urging the divine magicians to quickly restore the warship's mobility.

But the navy is like this, individual bravery cannot change the overall situation. In this vast ocean, the power of one person is always weak, and everyone must work together. So no matter how anxious Hamilton is, he can't change the status quo.

Every divine magician used all his power to try to restore the maneuverability of the tree ship, but it takes time for vines to grow.

At this time, the maneuverability of the warships was fully utilized. They cut through the waves and approached the elf fleet desperately. As the distance between the two sides got closer, the power and hit rate of the artillery also increased sharply. Soon, black smoke began to rise from several tree boats.

What made Hamilton even more desperate was that he saw trolls on the other deck jumping into the water one after another and heading towards them. Not long after, explosions were heard from the bottom of the warship again, and the vines that the divine magicians had repaired with great difficulty were devastated again.

Seeing this, the captains of each ship also organized their own elves who were good at swimming and jumped into the water to fight the troll. The resistance of the water seriously interfered with the fighting power of both sides. Neither bows and arrows nor firearms could work underwater, and neither side could kill the other.

In the end, a large number of elven soldiers jumped down and guarded near their warships, trying their best to interfere with the enemy. The trolls had no choice but to return home.

It is not too late.

Although the vines under the boat suffered another devastating explosion, at least there won't be a next time.

Although they were held together underwater, the situation above the water was still not optimistic. Under the continuous biting of the wolves, five tree boats finally caught fire, and the elf soldiers were forced to jump into the sea under the fire.

"Is it not ready yet?" Hamilton asked his guards many times in a row. The poor guards had to go back and forth between the cabin and the deck frequently to check the progress over and over again.

"My lord commander! The divine magicians said that it will be ready in just thirty minutes." The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay! Thirty minutes! Be ready to continue the attack in thirty minutes! Let the warships that recover their mobility first move forward."

The more anxious you are, the slower time goes. Watching the tree ships being engulfed in flames and the warships gradually tilting and sinking into the sea, Hamilton clenched his fists and looked at the hourglass frequently.

Almost there! Almost there!

As long as they regain their mobility, they can continue to move towards the free port, and then no one will be able to stop them.

However, at this moment, shrill whistles sounded throughout the battlefield.

After hearing the whistle, the warships that were still conducting artillery attacks on the periphery bravely penetrated into the elves' positions. The leader was Bjorn, the commander of the navy! The warships approached the tree ships and began to fire at them.

Although the elves have few artillery pieces, it does not mean they have none! Moreover, they also have sharpshooters and giant crossbows. At this distance, archers can already pose a threat to the enemy.

Arrows stained with flames whizzed through the air and flew towards the warship in the distance. The soldiers on the warship were not to be outdone and picked up their jungle guns to shoot at the enemy.

At this time, the accuracy and range of the jungle gun came into play. After a round of gunfire, the elf archers on the side fell into the sea one by one.

The warship was small and could not hold too much firepower, and the elves' treeships were not equipped with too many artillery due to the interruption of transformation. The firepower of both sides was not too strong, but at close range, even the smallest damage would add up to a large amount.

The tree ship used all the long-range power it could, and soon, several warships were on fire.

However, although the number of artillery on the warship was small, they temporarily installed new firepower flying thunder cannons.

When they reached the range of the Flying Thunder Cannon, an orc warrior immediately carried out the Flying Thunder Cannon and fixed it in the groove that had been knocked out on the deck. The Flying Thunder Cannon immediately began to roar.

Boom boom boom!

Countless flying thunders drew arcs and headed towards the tree boat.

The flying mines that landed on the deck instantly exploded a large number of shrapnel, killing all the creatures in sight. After the sound of the cannon, a large number of elven soldiers fell to the ground, and blood flowed along the tears of labor, unexpectedly gathering into a trickle, and then slid down the emerald green side of the ship along with the black smoke.

The narrow deck makes the effect of the flying thunder cannon immediately apparent.

However, because the range of the flying thunder cannon was relatively short, some warships did not grasp the distance well and accidentally rushed to the front of the tree boat. Soon, the dormant vines on the side of the boat began to wriggle like tentacles and climbed onto the warship.

"Damn it! Which bastard is driving this boat! If I can survive, I will skin him alive!" The artillery captain who was operating the flying thunder cannon on a warship cursed fiercely.

"You still have time to curse? Jump off the f***ing boat!"

The crew on the warship were experienced in the battlefield. When they found something wrong, they jumped over the side of the ship without hesitation and swam towards the nearest friendly forces. The warship behind them was completely wrapped by vines. Various branches penetrated in and out of the holes and gaps on the side of the ship, and finally disintegrated the entire warship.

"This is the power of tentacles... no, vines." A dark elf woman was soaking in the sea, her face slightly red, probably because the battle just now was too intense.

The flying thunder cannon had an enormous impact on the elven warriors. Even a brave man like Hamilton had to return to the deck to continue commanding. The commanders of some warships simply abandoned the superstructure, and all the crew members huddled in the cabin, allowing the flying thunder cannon to wash the deck.

Fortunately, although the shrapnel of the Elf Flying Thunder Cannon is powerful, it cannot penetrate the cabin deck like those heavy shells, nor can it set off a sea of ​​fire like incendiary bombs, so its destructive power on the structure of the tree ship is limited.

Hamilton listened to the explosions on the deck and couldn't help but have a little doubt in his mind. Since there were no soldiers on the deck, why were they still bombing tirelessly? Did they really want to blow through the deck with this strange shell?

However, unknown to Hamilton, a larger operation was brewing.

At the edge of the battlefield, on a steam battleship named Dragon and Beauty, teams of Feathered Warriors lined up.

"It's our turn to perform!"

Standing at the front of the team was Nerte, the daughter of the Feather Clan leader Petrekhei.

As the leader of the Feather Clan's aerospace army, she shouted first: "You must be tired of the boring days of being scouts recently! Now! The killing time for our Feather Clan has arrived! Everyone, get ready! Charge at the elves!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she put on her goggles and carried a huge backpack on her back.

The other Feather Clan warriors also put on goggles.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"take off!"

At a command, all the feathered creatures flapped their wings and flew towards the battlefield.

Chapter 367: A Hundred Years of Watching

Just as Hamilton was wondering what the other party was going to do, a loud bang suddenly appeared on the deck of his warship, and everyone in the cabin was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Not only that, the deck was filled with dust and flames were raging wildly.

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

"God Xiluo, what on earth happened..."

Although Hamilton was safe and sound, he opened his eyes wide in surprise and kept muttering, "Impossible, how could such a shell cause such great damage?"

As the main promoter of the Saint Seluques Fleet Reconstruction Plan, Hamilton also knew a lot about firearms.

The shells of the Thunder Cannon are not very powerful, they rely on shrapnel to kill! Such shells have no chance of blowing up the deck of a ship. Not to mention them, even the shells equipped on warships cannot have such power. What on earth is this?

However, soon, the desperate cries outside told it the answer.

"The Feather Tribe! The Feather Tribe is coming!"

“Help!

"God of Hero... please save us!!"

The figures of the Feathered Clan flew past the tree boat at a high speed, followed by loud noises.

The explosion was so powerful that it could blow up the deck.

And this is still lucky!

If the explosion happened near the ancient tree on the dome of the tree house, it would be truly terrible. The explosion would be enough to destroy the ancient tree, and even if it was not destroyed, the fire that followed would engulf it.

Without the vines, the magician can still induce birth, but without the ancient tree, the tree boat will have no ability at all.

"Hurry! Get ready to return to the deck! Shoot those feathered creatures down!" Hamilton shouted orders.

As he spoke, he personally grabbed the bow and arrow beside him and rushed to the deck. Seeing this, the guards were frightened and hurriedly followed him out.

Before he became commander of the navy, Hamilton was a skilled marksman.

After arriving on the deck, he found a random cover, then aimed at a feathered creature in the sky and began to draw the bow and pull the string skillfully.

Unfortunately, after becoming the commander of the navy, Hamilton spent a lot of time on commanding and had not practiced archery for many years. The arrow he shot did not even touch the figure of the feather tribe, and fell into the sea dejectedly.

But his move immediately inspired the elven warriors on other warships. As a result, more and more elven archers came to the deck despite the bombardment of the Feather Tribe and launched attacks towards the sky.

In the past, elves were definitely the race that the Feather Tribe feared the most. Elf archers could easily shoot them, but once a Feather Tribe was hit by an arrow, it meant death.

However, the Feather Clan today is no longer the group of sea locusts that could only be wrapped in a layer of white cloth and had no defense at all.

At this time, they were equipped with iron armor on key parts, and steel plates were installed on the most vulnerable wings to prevent damage.

Although these equipments seriously reduced the flying time and speed of the Feather Tribe, they were not taking off from land after all, and with the warship as a springboard, this burden was really nothing. As a result, the sparse rain of arrows from the elves could not threaten the high-speed flying Feather Tribe at all, and even if they hit them, they could not effectively cause damage.

However, the elven archers are not completely useless. With them, the feathered warriors can no longer dive-bomb as recklessly as before, which can protect the safety of the tree ship to a certain extent.

However, they forgot that in addition to the bombing from the Sky Feather Clan, there was also bombing from warships on the sea.

Hamilton saw the Feathered Warriors going away, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, an explosion occurred not far from him.

"Master Commander!"

"Commander!"

Hamilton's reaction was very quick. He immediately activated his divine power to protect his body, but the power of the shrapnel was beyond his imagination. His divine power was pierced in an instant, and the next moment, countless burning shrapnel pierced his skin.

boom!

After the explosion, Hamilton's body drew an arc and was then swept to the side along with a large amount of debris.

The guards around him also suffered varying degrees of injuries, but they didn't care about themselves at all and rushed to Hamilton's side, rolling and crawling.

Hamilton's eyes were closed at this time, and there were horrific wounds under his exquisite military uniform. A large amount of blood seeped out, forming flower after flower on the uniform.

The explosions around were still ringing, and the guards quickly carried Hamilton back to the deck.

With Hamilton's death due to serious injuries, the morale of the elves instantly fell to the lowest point.

More than half of the fleet was lost, the commander was seriously injured, and the entire formation was cut into pieces by the enemy. Even though most of the tree ships had recovered their ability to move, it seemed that they were powerless to save the situation. Without Hamilton's command, his deputy had no choice but to retreat.

If we don't retreat now, I'm afraid the entire Saint Selux fleet will be destroyed here.

Although everyone knows that once they retreat, they may never be able to come back.

Although the wolves wanted to continue the pursuit, they were running low on ammunition and had suffered heavy losses in their warships. In the end, Bjorn pulled seven or eight relatively intact warships forward and drove the enemy out of the Freeport, thus preventing them from making a comeback.

The battle is won!

This battle almost determined the final winner of the Freeport Battle.