Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven Battlefield Destroyers

The wheel ax whirled and whirled.

Drake's sailors waited on the deck under the leadership of Barto, only thinking about defeating the enemy with their invincible leader as usual, but never thought about the real high-end battle in the Caribbean Sea. In the game, no one is a fuel-efficient lamp.

The situation fell into a huge disadvantage from the very beginning.

Chamuyam's wheel ax turned into a silver light, drew a shining arc in the night, and flew towards the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Lorraine was too late to rescue.

He needs a huge room to maneuver when wielding a knife. In order not to let his own sailors become an obstacle, his battle position has always been far away from his own sailors, and he can't even be counted as a member of the established formation.

Hannah was also too late to rescue.

Strength is not her forte. Even if a mid-range throwing knife hits a wheel axe, the tiny impact force is definitely not enough to change the trajectory of the axe.

But besides them, who else can turn the tide of battle?

"Wow!"

A war howl exploded!

Behind the crowd, Leif's burly body leaped high, like a chariot out of control, wildly bumping into the sailors along the way as it advanced, using his newly made giant crocodile skin shield to block the wheelaxe without showing any weakness. track.

Ton!

The sailors heard indescribably strange sounds in their ears, like the hammering of a heavy object, and the cutting of a solid object. There was no echo or roar, but it just pierced into the human brain, making people's eyebrows buzz.

The sharp edge of the wheel ax cut on the rough surface of the crocodile skin shield, cut through the first layer, cut through the second layer, lost its sharpness on the third layer, and finally failed to touch the bottom layer of wood.

Leif's eyes glowed red.

The bright red swayed like fire, and the fine blood gathered from around the eye sockets to the pupils.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

While roaring, he opened his arms!

At the moment when the wheel ax charge was not exhausted, and the huge kinetic energy was crushing in front of him like a mountain falling, the berserk Leif opened his arms forcefully with his own brute force, using the most incomprehensible and most physical way of human beings. Interrupted Chamuyam's determined blow.

There was a chill on the deck.

Drake's sailors, black-bearded pirates, these warriors who thought they had seen mountains of swords and blood in countless battles, completely stopped thinking amidst the endless roar of berserkers, and could only use their only He controlled his eyeballs with great strength, and watched helplessly as the listless wheel ax was thrown high, whirled and poked back in front of its master, penetrating three points.

Leif stood up, walked to the front of the queue step by step, pulled out the Uncrowned King from the back of the shield with a clang, and pointed the tip of the sword at Chamuyam's heart.

"Coachman! This time, you won't be able to cut my shield!"

Chamuyam pursed his lips and took off the giant spear behind his back, stretched out his hand, and pulled back his battle ax from the deck.

Ax in left hand, spear in right hand, ax in front and spear on top.

He lowered his center of gravity, bowed his shoulders and said, "Follower, you found a good shield, and it finally looks a little better than last time. But I will still chop your shield up, and I swear in the name of Witzilopochtri , I will not only shred your shield, but this time, I will shred you too!"

Leif's nostrils spewed hot steam: "You can't cut my shield, you can't cut my shield...even if dusk falls today,

You can't cut my shield! Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! ! ! ! ! ! "

...

The battle begins with Leif's roar!

Leif rushed to his opponent first, and the uncrowned king held up high, facing Chamuyam's forehead.

Chamuyam swung the axe to block the sword, and with a sway of the axe, the spear came out like a poisonous snake and went straight to Leif's eye socket.

Leif's eyes were wide open, and his stiff eyeballs were motionless looking at the stabbing spear, he lunged forward suddenly, raised his shield, and was short.

The spear struck the shield.

Feeling the power fed back from the shield, Leff raised his elbow, causing the shield to tilt sharply, and the long sword in his right hand returned along with the trend, changed from chopping to swinging, and aimed at the side waist that is crucial to mobility.

Chamuyam's spear fell like a bar of iron.

With a muffled bang, Leff was shocked and took three steps back. Chamuyam chased after him like a shadow, twisted his steps and swung his ax hard while chasing.

Leif rolled low and dodged, just in time to crash into the battle group of other pirates and sailors.

It was too late to say it, and the others were still stunned, so he stretched out his big hand, grabbed the hapless pirate by the neck, made a hidden weapon and threw it in the direction of Chamuyam.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Chamuyam swung his axe and slapped the pirate's side heavily with the axe. The pirate's screams stopped abruptly, and he flew out and hit the mast, causing his brains to splatter.

The ordinary crew members who were fighting were terrified by this scene.

No one wants to end their lives in such a miserable way, so whether it is Drake's sailor or Blackbeard's pirate, as soon as Leif and Chamuyam, a pair of brave men, arrive, they will naturally split and disperse.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed for the second time. The battle on the main deck was over, and the group fight suddenly became a duel...

Barto, who was in charge of the command, could only laugh and cry, recalling in his mind what Daniel had said to him after he broke his arm.

Daniel told him that Leif's berserk had undergone a special change in the bloody night at the villa, which was ridiculed by Lorraine as a "sorrowful warrior".

The characteristic of this new type of madness is limited controllability. It can clearly and accurately distinguish the relationship between the enemy and the enemy when it is calm. The intensive training has also failed to reap any gratifying results.

The second feature of the new madness is still related to control, that is the spiritual threshold.

The Berserker Berserker needs to put himself into a state of mental rage, but the new Berserker doesn't seem to need it. Any strong emotion may cause Leif to go berserk, and any blow that interrupts the emotion can also restore the berserk to normal.

In short, Leif's berserk has become easier, and it has become easier to be interrupted.

Daniel is still unable to say for the time being whether the new type of berserk is good or bad for Leff, but he already has relevant guiding opinions-when Leff goes berserk, stay away from him.

Barto didn't understand what Daniel meant until now.

Different from the experimental environment, on the real battlefield, Leif is fighting the enemy with all his strength. In his state of going all out, that limited awareness, which is only slightly better than nothing, is not enough for him to pay attention to the environment and take care of his teammates.

The safest way is to leave!

No matter how much damage Leif will cause to the environment, the entire consequences will be borne by the groom who throws the throwing axe.

It's just... how to conduct on-the-spot command in this situation?

Barto pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

No matter how good a commander is, he can't command a group of soldiers who are ready to rub their feet with oil at any time. When the battle between Leif and Chamuyam starts, other people's minds can no longer return to the battle itself.

I can only procrastinate...

Until Leif and Chamuyam decide the outcome, or...

Lorraine and Blackbeard...?