Chapter 823: Wild Hunt's Flagship Najirfa
"I hope they are not the fleet of Egyptian tyrants."
On the warship opposite, with the flag of Saint Mark's lion hanging high, Captain Nicolo's commander of the Venetian squadron looked a little solemn.
The commander-in-chief of the fleet, Dandolo, the next Governor of Venice, issued a very vague order, requiring them to delay the Egyptian tyrant's fleet as much as possible, but try not to have a head-on conflict with them.
Nicollo could understand Dandolo's concerns. After all, the Egyptian tyrant had a demon dragon and a wizard advisor. Even if their fleet was just a bunch of small sampans, it could still bring them a huge threat.
Although Venice is the overlord of the Mediterranean, it also has Genoa, a arch-rivaled enemy, and cannot lose too much strength.
But there must be a support for delaying, right?
Just by the crossbow cannons on the ship that can fire the magic gold crossbow arrows, can they still shoot a demon dragon down like the "Song of Winter and Fire Summer" sung by the minstrels?
The lookout loudly reminded: "They took off the cross flag and posed the banner of empire. It seems that they are going to fight with us!"
"Greek's ship?"
The captain was a little confused: "It would be better if it wasn't the Egyptian tyrant. Whether the enemy came from Sicily or Crete, the Greek ships were not worth mentioning."
The crew members on various ships in Venice also had a much relaxed expression on their faces. The Greek Empire at its heyday also had a huge fleet, but it had already declined two hundred years ago.
如今帝国舰队的精华，还是曼努埃尔先皇远征达米埃塔时组建的，结果也大半葬送于塞浦路斯海战。另有半数被围困在墨西拿港，留守君士坦丁堡的，仅有二十余艘近乎朽烂的破船。
For a long time, the empire's seas were contracted to the Venetians, so they naturally felt condescending and looking down at the Greek fleet.
"These Greek ships are really arrogant!"
"They actually rushed up like this, not even talking about the tactics!"
The captain laughed and gave an order: "Send them to the bottom of the sea to avenge the compatriots who died in Constantinople!"
As the overlord of the Mediterranean, the Venetians had never feared any side in naval warfare. Even the Genoese who had defeated them were in their eyes, in their eyes, just a group of hyenas begging for food under the noses of the lion.
Nicollo raised his sword in his hand and shouted, "For the future of the Republic, move forward!"
The flagship of the Overseas Kingdom Fleet, called the Texas, is a three-layer galley warship that is fifty meters long and six meters wide. It has an iron horn on the top, and the paddlers just have it. More than 200 people.
There were more than forty ships of the remaining large and small fleets in the fleet, most of which were transport ships collected from Egypt and Cyprus. The serious warships were only four three-layer galleys, or Sarasen ships.
The number of ships on both sides is roughly equal, but the combat power is far different.
It seems that unless Lothar calls on the demon dragon Ladong lurking in the clouds to fight now, their fleet will be wiped out under the attack of the Venetian fleet.
But at this time, neither Losa nor Jena around him, Vivianna and others had any intention of taking action.
Seeing that the distance between the fleets of both sides was getting closer, Prajna finally lifted the ink brush in his hand and outlined a line of letters lightly. On the calm sea of the Mediterranean, thunder suddenly sounded, and a layer of frost and mist slowly spread out.
"It's getting foggy?"
"So cold!"
Captain Nicollo shivered, and suddenly he felt a chill in his nose. He looked up and saw the sky full of white snowflakes: "Snow? What's going on in this ghost weather?"
Since his birth, he has never heard of snow on the Aegean Sea.
"Is it the enemy's magic?"
The Venetians on the deck were surprised, but at this time the arrow was on the string, and there was no room for retreat. Captain Nicollo hesitated and ordered again: "Don't worry about the mist, rush over, victory belongs to us! ”
The next moment, the Venetian, who had originally occupied the upper hand, suddenly felt a huge resistance.
It seemed as if a sea dragon lurked in the sea, used its talent of "Xingfeng" to blow the bitter cold wind towards the Venetian fleet.
Almost visible to the naked eye, a bunch of ice cones began to condense on the Venetian ship.
The water stains on the deck frost and ice were frozen. Nicollo looked at the layer of frost and mist, feeling his heart beating violently, as if something ominous was brewing in it. He almost subconsciously wanted to order the fleet to disperse and bypass the Layer of frost and mist.
All of this is too weird!
Bang--
With a loud bang, Nicollo discovered that the sea surface had condensed layers of floating ice caps due to the sharply falling low temperature, and was hit by his ship and cracked from the middle.
Followed immediately.
A giant ship emitting a bitter cold air rushed out of the frost and mist.
It was a hideous ship with strange shape and angular edges. On the huge mast was a layer of strange-looking black sail, with a thick layer of black mist condensed on it, as if an evil ghost was climbing on it. , surrounded by black sails.
At first glance, the entire ship made people feel a sense of fear.
"Heavenly Father is above, what the hell is that?"
"There is no living person on its deck, and it does not paddle. How did it move?"
Someone suddenly realized something and exclaimed: "It's Najilfa. It's said that the deck is made of dead people's nails and the sails are woven with dead people's hair. That's the ship of the Wild Hunt!"
"Bullshit, there is no Wild Hunt in this world. It's all made up by bards. Aim the crossbow!"
No matter what it is, Nicolo knew that he couldn't let the crew discuss it anymore. He didn't believe that this was a ghost ship made of dead people's nails. If that was the case, he thought that one shot would send it to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.
The sailors of the Venetian fleet moved the huge crossbows one after another. In the naval battle, it was difficult to destroy a ship using crossbows, small catapults, and even fire pots. The Venetians were best at boarding battles, which was the most effective.
But facing such a terrifying giant ship, they didn't have the courage to step onto the deck of the ship.
Boom——
Countless crossbow arrows were thrown out. These crossbow arrows made of magic-blocking gold were powerful and heavy. They easily pierced through the strange ship, but its speed did not decrease at all. Instead, it accelerated again.
A biting cold wind blew.
The broken ship seemed to be spewing out biting cold air from the holes.
In a trance, Nicolo saw countless knights wearing black armor and burning blue cold fire in their helmets on the empty deck. The damaged cloaks behind them were motionless in the wind.
"Wild Hunt."
"It's really the Wild Hunt!"
Nicolo widened his eyes.
Boom——
The Wild Hunt ship Nagilfa, with its bow that was much higher than the galley, crushed the galley under its body with a brutal attitude, crushing it with overwhelming force. The terrifying weight instantly broke the poor ship into countless pieces.