Chapter 1691: 1691. An Ambush in the Storm
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Chapter 1691 1691. An Ambush in the Storm
Rain fell not long after. It was mild at first, but soon turned heavy. The winds were also growing stronger. Before they knew it, they were sailing through turbulent waters. Water splashed onto the deck as the waves battered the ships' hulls.
Near the helm on Palgrost's flagship was a war table. Palgrost used this war table to monitor the enemy. At the moment, only a few red triangles were seen at their back.
"Blast it!" Thelgrun cursed. He went to the stern of the ship where Viking was at. "I can't see anything. Do you still have the enemy in your sight?"
"Do you see them?" Viking asked a player who was leaning by the railing.
The player was one of his guild members. His name was Masta Chef. He was chosen to follow this sea campaign because of his skills. He was an Elite Marksman who had fully maxed his Keen Sight skill. Additionally, he had a non-standard skill called Predator Sight. This eye skill increased his vision range. It also allowed him to see through fog and darkness.
"They are still behind us," Masta Chef answered. "But I can't see the whole armada. The sea is too hectic."
Even with his eye skills, it was still difficult to make out everything. Enemies showed up on the war table's projection if allies laid eyes on them. Since everyone had difficulty spotting the enemy ships, the war table also couldn't show them.
"I think we should take the safe approach and speed up. We don't want to get tangled up with the enemies in this storm," Viking suggested.
Thelgrun agreed. He called Mamunir and had him issue an order to the entire fleet to increase their speed by a little. In a storm, it was dangerous to sail too fast, especially if it was faster than the waves, but they couldn't afford to be caught unaware by the enemies. noVe-Lb/In
"We should be safe, the enemies also wouldn't dare to sail faster than this," Thelgrun said to Viking.
"Can we keep our direction with all this storm?" Viking asked.
"Don't worry, the crews are experienced sailors. They won't lose their way," Thelgrun said.
"F*cking bastards," Thelgrun cursed. "Fire our back cannons at them! Do they think they are the only ones who have cannons?"
"But the back cannons of our ships have limited range and there are only a few," Mamunir argued. "We also cannot see them. We will just be wasting ammunition."
Unlike the siege weapons and mechanical weapons on land, the cannons of a ship had limited ammunition. If they ran out, the cannons would become useless. They had to go back to shore to refill the ammunition.
"I don't care! If they can waste their ammunition, so can we!" Thelgrun bellowed. He was pissed by the situation.
Mamunir didn't waste time arguing with Thelgrun. He went and carried out the command. Soon, the galleons and galleasses in the fleet started firing their back cannons.
The cannon fires between the two armadas resounded on the sea. The bombardment alternated between the two forces, but no ship was hit.
All of a sudden, they heard loud shouting from the right wing.
"Enemies...!!"
"Incoming...!"
"Brace for impact...!!!"
Following the shouting, multiple red triangles suddenly popped out in the war table's projection. These red triangles came from their right.
Viking and Masta Chef went to the starboard to get a better look. What they saw was a score of caravels charging at them at high speed from the right side, where their navigator said the reefs were located. Each of the bows of these caravels was fitted with a naval ram. These naval rams were aiming at the side of the ships in their right wing, and these caravels weren't slowing down.
Without being able to do anything, they saw these caravels rammed into the ships in their right wing. Since these ships were rammed from the sides, they received heavy damage. The hulls of some ships broke and the enemy caravels stuck with them.
As the ships jammed together into a halt, the ethereal soldiers from the caravels jumped onto the ships they had rammed into. These soldiers struck at the dwarven sailors who were still stunned by the sudden turns of events.
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Chapter 1691 1691. An Ambush in the Storm
Rain fell not long after. It was mild at first, but soon turned heavy. The winds were also growing stronger. Before they knew it, they were sailing through turbulent waters. Water splashed onto the deck as the waves battered the ships' hulls.
Near the helm on Palgrost's flagship was a war table. Palgrost used this war table to monitor the enemy. At the moment, only a few red triangles were seen at their back.
"Blast it!" Thelgrun cursed. He went to the stern of the ship where Viking was at. "I can't see anything. Do you still have the enemy in your sight?"
"Do you see them?" Viking asked a player who was leaning by the railing.
The player was one of his guild members. His name was Masta Chef. He was chosen to follow this sea campaign because of his skills. He was an Elite Marksman who had fully maxed his Keen Sight skill. Additionally, he had a non-standard skill called Predator Sight. This eye skill increased his vision range. It also allowed him to see through fog and darkness.
"They are still behind us," Masta Chef answered. "But I can't see the whole armada. The sea is too hectic."
Even with his eye skills, it was still difficult to make out everything. Enemies showed up on the war table's projection if allies laid eyes on them. Since everyone had difficulty spotting the enemy ships, the war table also couldn't show them.
"I think we should take the safe approach and speed up. We don't want to get tangled up with the enemies in this storm," Viking suggested.
Thelgrun agreed. He called Mamunir and had him issue an order to the entire fleet to increase their speed by a little. In a storm, it was dangerous to sail too fast, especially if it was faster than the waves, but they couldn't afford to be caught unaware by the enemies. noVe-Lb/In
"We should be safe, the enemies also wouldn't dare to sail faster than this," Thelgrun said to Viking.
"Can we keep our direction with all this storm?" Viking asked.
"Don't worry, the crews are experienced sailors. They won't lose their way," Thelgrun said.
"F*cking bastards," Thelgrun cursed. "Fire our back cannons at them! Do they think they are the only ones who have cannons?"
"But the back cannons of our ships have limited range and there are only a few," Mamunir argued. "We also cannot see them. We will just be wasting ammunition."
Unlike the siege weapons and mechanical weapons on land, the cannons of a ship had limited ammunition. If they ran out, the cannons would become useless. They had to go back to shore to refill the ammunition.
"I don't care! If they can waste their ammunition, so can we!" Thelgrun bellowed. He was pissed by the situation.
Mamunir didn't waste time arguing with Thelgrun. He went and carried out the command. Soon, the galleons and galleasses in the fleet started firing their back cannons.
The cannon fires between the two armadas resounded on the sea. The bombardment alternated between the two forces, but no ship was hit.
All of a sudden, they heard loud shouting from the right wing.
"Enemies...!!"
"Incoming...!"
"Brace for impact...!!!"
Following the shouting, multiple red triangles suddenly popped out in the war table's projection. These red triangles came from their right.
Viking and Masta Chef went to the starboard to get a better look. What they saw was a score of caravels charging at them at high speed from the right side, where their navigator said the reefs were located. Each of the bows of these caravels was fitted with a naval ram. These naval rams were aiming at the side of the ships in their right wing, and these caravels weren't slowing down.
Without being able to do anything, they saw these caravels rammed into the ships in their right wing. Since these ships were rammed from the sides, they received heavy damage. The hulls of some ships broke and the enemy caravels stuck with them.
As the ships jammed together into a halt, the ethereal soldiers from the caravels jumped onto the ships they had rammed into. These soldiers struck at the dwarven sailors who were still stunned by the sudden turns of events.
Chapter 1691 1691. An Ambush in the Storm Rain fell not long after. It was mild at first, but soon turned heavy. The winds were also growing stronger. Before they knew it, they were sailing through turbulent waters. Water splashed onto the deck as the waves battered the ships' hulls. Near the helm on Palgrost's flagship was a war table. Palgrost used this war table to monitor the enemy. At the moment, only a few red triangles were seen at their back. "Blast it!" Thelgrun cursed. He went to the stern of the ship where Viking was at. "I can't see anything. Do you still have the enemy in your sight?" "Do you see them?" Viking asked a player who was leaning by the railing. The player was one of his guild members. His name was Masta Chef. He was chosen to follow this sea campaign because of his skills. He was an Elite Marksman who had fully maxed his Keen Sight skill. Additionally, he had a non-standard skill called Predator Sight. This eye skill increased his vision range. It also allowed him to see through fog and darkness. "They are still behind us," Masta Chef answered. "But I can't see the whole armada. The sea is too hectic." Even with his eye skills, it was still difficult to make out everything. Enemies showed up on the war table's projection if allies laid eyes on them. Since everyone had difficulty spotting the enemy ships, the war table also couldn't show them. "I think we should take the safe approach and speed up. We don't want to get tangled up with the enemies in this storm," Viking suggested. Thelgrun agreed. He called Mamunir and had him issue an order to the entire fleet to increase their speed by a little. In a storm, it was dangerous to sail too fast, especially if it was faster than the waves, but they couldn't afford to be caught unaware by the enemies. noVe-Lb/In"We should be safe, the enemies also wouldn't dare to sail faster than this," Thelgrun said to Viking. "Can we keep our direction with all this storm?" Viking asked. "Don't worry, the crews are experienced sailors. They won't lose their way," Thelgrun said. "F*cking bastards," Thelgrun cursed. "Fire our back cannons at them! Do they think they are the only ones who have cannons?" "But the back cannons of our ships have limited range and there are only a few," Mamunir argued. "We also cannot see them. We will just be wasting ammunition." Unlike the siege weapons and mechanical weapons on land, the cannons of a ship had limited ammunition. If they ran out, the cannons would become useless. They had to go back to shore to refill the ammunition. "I don't care! If they can waste their ammunition, so can we!" Thelgrun bellowed. He was pissed by the situation. Mamunir didn't waste time arguing with Thelgrun. He went and carried out the command. Soon, the galleons and galleasses in the fleet started firing their back cannons. The cannon fires between the two armadas resounded on the sea. The bombardment alternated between the two forces, but no ship was hit. All of a sudden, they heard loud shouting from the right wing. "Enemies...!!" "Incoming...!" "Brace for impact...!!!" Following the shouting, multiple red triangles suddenly popped out in the war table's projection. These red triangles came from their right. Viking and Masta Chef went to the starboard to get a better look. What they saw was a score of caravels charging at them at high speed from the right side, where their navigator said the reefs were located. Each of the bows of these caravels was fitted with a naval ram. These naval rams were aiming at the side of the ships in their right wing, and these caravels weren't slowing down. Without being able to do anything, they saw these caravels rammed into the ships in their right wing. Since these ships were rammed from the sides, they received heavy damage. The hulls of some ships broke and the enemy caravels stuck with them. As the ships jammed together into a halt, the ethereal soldiers from the caravels jumped onto the ships they had rammed into. These soldiers struck at the dwarven sailors who were still stunned by the sudden turns of events.
