Chapter 3 of 100

Chapter 3

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"Lord, this is a battlefield. Please draw your weapon and prepare for combat!"

The words jolted Lord Luozhengdao from his daze. It must be said that the half-elf Vena's well-intentioned reminder was very helpful for Luozhengdao, who was in a state of mental confusion. Although he couldn't figure out the reason for this life-or-death struggle, the group of green-skinned, murderous-looking goblins certainly didn't look like they were there to pay respects.

Luozhengdao looked down at the longsword hanging at his waist and tentatively placed his right hand on the hilt. In that instant, something inside him seemed to awaken. What was that feeling? It was as if a part of his body suddenly extended outward, sensing a surge of power. Luozhengdao smoothly drew the sword from its scabbard, deftly creating three large silver sword flowers. The speed and elegance of his sword draw would surely win him applause at a noble banquet.

Seeing Luozhengdao's flashy sword draw, Vena Dubov couldn't help but cover her forehead. She said with a mix of exasperation and sigh, "My respected Lord, please don't show off such flashy sword techniques. They are useless unless in a one-on-one duel or to impress a woman."

Hearing this, Luozhengdao came to his senses and stopped his movements. Even if it was just a subconscious reaction, he couldn't explain it to others and could only say awkwardly, "Sorry, I did it without thinking..."

Meanwhile, on the main deck below, the one-eyed boatswain, Foul Chopin, and the other sailors engaged the goblin soldiers. To boost morale, Foul Chopin shouted, "Put in some effort, kill those damned green-skinned beasts, and avenge the old Lord!"

"Charge! Avenge the old Lord! Die, you filthy, despicable goblins! This is for my mother!"

The sailors' angry and fearful curses, mixed with sorrow, ignited the goblin navy's fury. Soon, the sound of metal clashing and the dull thuds of blades piercing flesh filled the air. Even as a spectator, Luozhengdao instinctively closed his eyes, but the terrifying sound effects made him feel as if he had fallen into a hell of slaughter.

Not directly involved in the battle, just a spectator on the stern deck of the sailboat, Luozhengdao couldn't help but bend over and vomit. Indeed, it wasn't fair to blame his poor psychological resilience; the battle scene was too bloody and cruel. Okay, missing limbs and such might not be unusual on a battlefield, and the deck, stained with purplish-red blood, looked like a pizza with too much tomato sauce. Such scenes might be common in some low-budget American horror movies. However, witnessing internal organs flying everywhere at close range was truly bizarre.

A few bloodthirsty great goblin warriors even reached into their opponents' wounds, cruelly pulling out the still-twitching internal organs and displaying them. This sight made Luozhengdao's face turn green. Sister, this slaughter scene is a bit too intense!

During the intense battle with the goblins, a sailor was slashed across the face. Blood streaming down, the boatswain, ignoring his own injuries, covered his wounded cheek with his left hand and encouraged his men, "Hold on a bit longer, our reinforcements are coming soon."

Maintaining morale was a good thing, but the reality of the human sailors' inferior fighting strength was cruel. As the human sailors fell one by one, the number of able-bodied fighters on the deck of the Super Brave decreased. The situation seemed increasingly unfavorable for the humans. The increasingly empty deck gave the goblins more space to maneuver. The great goblin officer turned to look at the stern and shouted, "Second squad, attack the stern deck!"

Following the conventional design of ships in the new world, the stern deck was near the helm and the captain's cabin. Everyone knew there would be a big catch there. Cutting a bloody path through the human sailors, a few exceptionally brave great goblins, with blood-stained blades in their mouths, climbed up the broken stairs to the stern deck.

"Will, prepare for battle!"

After vomiting until he was dizzy, almost to the point of tears, Luozhengdao suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He wiped his mouth and looked up. Vena Dubov, with her long dark green hair tied in a ponytail and tall stature, had already risen, drawn her bow, and aimed at the approaching great goblin warriors. She shouted, "Splitting Arrow!"

It seemed the half-elf beauty had only fired one arrow, but the three great goblins leading the climb were simultaneously hit in the gaps of their armor by the three-pronged steel-tipped arrow. Even with their heavy armor, the goblin soldiers couldn't withstand such a powerful blow at close range. In an instant, they fell like dumplings, dragging down the comrades who were climbing behind them.

Seeing this, Luozhengdao's mouth dropped open in surprise. He panted, trying to calm himself, and drew his sword, asking Vena Dubov, "What should I do?"

Hearing this, Vena Dubov glanced at Luozhengdao with a complex expression and said, "Fight! If you are a man, take up your weapon and fight for your life!"

As Luozhengdao and Vena Dubov were talking, the great goblins, realizing the resistance from the stern deck was stronger than expected, immediately adjusted their strategy. They temporarily abandoned the encirclement of Foul Chopin and his men, redirecting more forces to the stern deck. Facing two or three dozen fully armed great goblin warriors, Luozhengdao felt his mouth go dry. The only comfort he had was the longsword in his hand. Growing up in a peaceful era, apart from a few drunken brawls, he had rarely been involved in conflicts. For Luozhengdao, the difficulty of rushing out to slash and stab was too high. The goblins were already preparing to attack; could he just stand there and wait to die?

Taking a moment to rebuild his mental state, Luozhengdao muttered to himself, "If I'm going to die, just kill me directly. There's no need to bring me here. Since I've been brought here, I won't die so easily. Whether I live or die, I have to fight. Charge!"

Relying on a somewhat effective self-hypnosis, Luozhengdao quickly completed his psychological integration on the battlefield. His eyes bloodshot, he screamed and charged forward, aiming a fierce stab at a great goblin who had just appeared on the deck.

At home, he might accidentally cut his own fingers while chopping vegetables, but now, his sword movements were exceptionally swift and precise, thanks to the muscle memory of the body's previous owner. Combat skills, like riding a bicycle, once mastered, become muscle memory. No matter how many years pass, one can quickly regain the feel. In an instant, Luozhengdao's arm subconsciously raised the longsword. The sharp thrust was blocked, but his whirling sword still had a powerful momentum, and from his advantageous position, he didn't suffer a disadvantage even against the formidable great goblin warriors.

Realizing he had this skill to save his life, Luozhengdao couldn't help but feel elated. It was fortunate that his soul had crossed over; if it were his original 180-pound, weak, and unathletic body, he might have been able to withstand a few more blows, but participating in such intense physical activity would have left him panting after a few swings.

"Don't panic, Governor Bain will receive the distress signal and come to our aid."

"Will the governor come? That's great!"

The one-eyed boatswain, Foul Chopin, who was fighting with multiple injuries, waved his blood-stained curved sword and made a solemn promise to his men. At this moment, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw, the people on the brink of despair easily believed his words, or rather, they were willing to believe them.

Yes, even if it was a well-intentioned lie, it was better to die with a glimmer of hope than to struggle in despair.

On the stern deck of the brig, Luozhengdao, fighting alongside the half-elf beauty, was almost too exhausted to lift his arms. He couldn't remember how many great goblin soldiers he had cut down, but his finely crafted chainmail was soaked in enemy blood. The taste of iron filled his mouth, and his movements became increasingly mechanical and heavy. His mind was blank, and all he wanted to know was who had brought him here, and it looked like he was about to die.

"Look! It's the Blood Flame Cross flag! We are saved!"

At that moment, a red flag, fluttering in the wind, pierced through the mist on the open sea, bringing light and hope to those in the shadow of death. Beneath the red flag, the silhouette of a large and elegant warship emerged, followed by a small fleet of fast ships. These Elven warships were breaking through the goblin fleet's carefully laid siege around Tahuna Island with irresistible force.

"Prepare for boarding action!"

With the clear and loud sound of a brass military horn echoing over the sea, a lavishly decorated Elven warship, after a barrage of cannon fire, charged without hesitation toward the besieged brig, the Super Brave, which Luozhengdao was on.

These sudden developments were too abrupt. Just as a glorious victory seemed imminent, it was suddenly interrupted. The cooked duck had flown away. It's easy to imagine how frustrated Mordo Blackwater, watching from a distance, must have been. His green face turned deep purple as he rose, waving his battle knife and shouting, "Damn Elven bitches!"

No matter how furious Mordo Blackwater was, watching the fish slip away, his interference in the naval battle several miles away was beyond his reach after landing on Tahuna Island.

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