Chapter 120: My Great Axe is Already Thirsting (Part 2)

Chapter 120: My Great Axe is Already Thirsting (Part 2)

"Look, there's something on the river."

The hazy mist obscured everyone's vision.

Even though a witcher's cat eyes could see in the dark, penetrating the fog was still too difficult.

He could only barely see something vaguely appearing and disappearing in the mist.

"Everyone crouch down!"

Just as the witcher finished speaking, the sound of rushing wind filled the air.

Arrows rained down, piercing through the fog.

Lynn's side was fine.

Not only had he cast a Master-level Quen shield and an Aard sign on himself beforehand, but he was also half-crouched behind the stern bulwark.

Those arrows didn't even touch him, blocked by the stern bulwark.

The dwarves were also unharmed; their height was a great help at this moment.

The main casualties, on the other hand, came from Lothar and his sailors.

Two screams came from the bow.

And Lothar's hoarse shouts.

"Get down! Get down quickly!"

The boarding battle hadn't even begun, and there were already casualties.

Yarpen, who was also crouching under the bulwark, took the initiative to say, "Lynn, leave this to us, you go help them."

Zoltan also nodded and said.

"Although we also didn't like their earlier rude remarks to us, there's nothing we can do. We're on the same boat now. If they all die, we won't get any benefits either."

"With me and my brothers, and Yarpen and his, we guarantee not a single pirate rat will get on board."

Seeing that they had all said this, the witcher left with a "then be careful" and rushed from the stern to the bow.

Lothar, hiding under the bow bulwark, saw the witcher running towards them.

He opened his mouth, just about to say something.

But before he could speak, he heard the sound of grappling hooks latching onto the gunwale and digging into the wood.

So the captain's words changed to:

"Cut the ropes, don't let them climb up!"

Hearing the captain's order, the sailors stood up from behind the bulwark.

They hacked at the ropes connecting the grappling hooks.

Pirates trying to climb up the ropes fell into the river with screams.

But as the sailors hacked and severed the remaining ropes...

A volley of arrows shot up from below.

Three sailors fell to the deck, wailing.

The rest shrank back down behind the bulwark again.

No matter how hoarsely Lothar demanded that they muster their courage,

no one dared to show their heads again.

But just then, a black shadow flashed past them.

So fast that they thought it was a gust of wind.

Lynn rushed to the bow, just in time to meet the eyes of a pirate climbing up a rope, a curved sword held in his mouth.

The latter hurriedly released the rope, reaching for the curved sword in his mouth.

But he forgot that he was not on land at this moment.

The result was that before he could grab the curved sword, he had already uncontrollably fallen into the river below.

Several arrows shot over.

The witcher didn't even bother to dodge.

The bright orange light that appeared in front of him blocked the arrows.

He raised his sword and brought it down, cutting the rope.

The entire rope, along with several pirates climbing on it, fell into the water together.

But there were too many pirates.

And they weren't attacking from just one direction, but three.

While Lynn fought fiercely at the front of the boat, other pirates climbed up the sides of the bow.

Moreover, not only the bow but also the stern was under siege.

But whether it was Yarpen and his companions or Zoltan and his brothers, they had all been on the battlefield, killed people, and seen blood.

Naturally, they were no match for the sailors who hadn't held weapons many times.

The dwarves all hid below the stern bulwark.

They remained unmoved even as the pirates' grappling hooks dug into the wood of the stern. It wasn't until the pirates' heads appeared above the gunwale that the dwarves acted.

They used their sharp axes to split open the pirates' skulls.

Yarpen was right.

With the dwarves there, Lynn really didn't have to worry about the stern.

Although the dwarves were small, they were all incredibly mighty, and those pirates were no match for them at all.

Like clearing garbage, they were swept away one after another.

But while the pirates were blocked at the stern, they achieved success at the bow... more accurately, on both sides of the bow.

The pirates who climbed up the sides of the bow howled and charged towards the sailors hiding below the bow bulwark.

The deck instantly descended into a bloody melee.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the sailors immediately fell into a disadvantage.

There were too many pirates, and they were extremely fierce.

On the other hand, most of the sailors had not undergone weapons training.

They had even barely seen blood.

Naturally, they were at a disadvantage against the ferocious pirates.

Only Lothar and his first mate were exceptions.

They might have been soldiers before; you could tell from the way they held their swords.

However, after the witcher joined the battle, things changed again.

After cutting the ropes at the front of the bow, Lynn turned back to join the melee on the deck.

Gwihyr was swung by him with great force. In the blink of an eye, two pirates' lives disappeared under the blade of that superior gnomish sword.

Three pirates abandoned their respective opponents, unwilling to give up, and challenged the witcher again.

As a result, they didn't even last a few seconds.

The sharp sword once again stained the pirates' blood.

A scream rang out.

Lynn turned his head.

But he saw Lothar and his first mate surrounded by several pirates.

Lothar swung his sword and killed one of the pirates surrounding them.

But his blood-soaked first mate, fighting alongside him, was stabbed in the lower back by a pirate who launched a sneak attack from the side.

Without thinking, Lynn rushed towards him.

A pirate stood in his way.

"Get out of the way!"

A flash of silver light cut through the blocking pirate's neck.

The latter didn't even groan and fell straight down like a hard piece of wood.

But the distance between the two was too far.

No matter how fast the witcher was, he couldn't be faster than the pirate's sword swing.

Just as the captain was about to be hacked into mincemeat by a flurry of swords,

the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A violent shaking came from under their feet.

Except for the witcher, whether sailors, pirates, or dwarves, all lost their footing and fell to the deck.

Then, a thick tentacle covered in suckers broke through the water and slammed heavily onto the deck.

While smashing a pirate into a bloody pulp, it also made a heavy sweep.

Sweeping all the pirates surrounding Lothar away.

Having sensed something was wrong and instinctively lying down in time, thus avoiding the disaster, the captain hadn't had time to rejoice.

Another equally thick tentacle followed, climbing onto the deck.

Before the captain could react, it wrapped around his abdomen.

Pulling him off the barge.

At this moment, Lynn finally rushed to the edge of the gunwale and reached out towards Lothar.

The latter, equally full of hope and expectation, reached for the witcher.

But unfortunately.

Their fingertips missed each other in the air by a hair's breadth.

The witcher watched helplessly as the octopus-like monster dragged Lothar, his face full of despair, down into the river amidst a splash of water.

(End of this chapter)

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