Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 561 The Furious Shark
Except for three that remained in Luscany, the rest of the beacons were all concentrated in one place and slowly moved from north to south.

It was obvious that the three slaves were taken in by the Sea Demon Gang in Luskan, while the rest were forced to embark on what was perhaps the most painful voyage of their lives.

"It's time, guys."

"Okay, boss."

The mage got up and pushed open the door. The four dwarf brothers and half-ogre brothers responded enthusiastically and followed him out in single file, walking briskly all the way to the seaside.

The western part of the High Cliff Territory is adjacent to the sea, but it is mostly covered with reefs, shoals and steep cliffs, making it difficult for ships to anchor. Only the southern bay area has calm waters, which can be considered a natural harbor, sufficient for large ships to anchor.

It was clearly not the mudflats with reefs standing like fangs in front of them.

"Boss, why do we have to do this so sneakily? Why don't we just take a ship from the port and storm over there and wipe them out? A bunch of stinking slave traders think they can turn the world upside down?"

The mage glanced at the short fellow, too lazy to even speak, and gestured to Bard beside him.

"Are you an idiot? Do you want to expose our new armor or tell the Luskans that we've been stabbing them in the back all along?"

His cousin, who was from the same clan, wasn't going to let this guy get away with it and slapped Kegan on the back of the head.

"Damn it, wait until I put on my power armor before you hit me on the head."

The short guy grinned and scratched his head before following the others up onto the cloud.

Let's start the dragon carriage!
Two dragons, like dragons in the dead of winter, flew low overhead, trailing clouds and skimming over shallow waters before heading straight out to sea.

The vast ocean, with its azure waters merging seamlessly with the blue sky, is dazzling and mesmerizing, making it impossible to discern north from south, east from west, or where to go or return, leaving one feeling lost.

No wonder that in his past life, some pilots mistook the sea for the sky when performing maneuvers.

Of course, the steady and reliable train had no worries, and the flight went straight to its destination.

Amidst the surging waves, a small metallic island suddenly emerged, swaying and bobbing with the tides.

From mid-air, a figure waved a red-glowing signal light to guide the dragon vehicle to land.

The plane arrived, pulled up, and upon closer inspection, it became clear that what were signal lights were actually the redstone laser gun in the tinker's hand.

"Quickly, I can't wait to see the new invention make its debut."

Old Bosh opened the hatch of the Seawolf and welcomed everyone inside.

"It seems a little different?"

Bard was no stranger to the submarine that had carried them a hundred miles from Luskan back to Neverwinter. However, although the waves in front of him still looked as strange as before, the inside was a completely different world.

"Ha, so that was just a sealed compartment before, and you call that a submarine?"

Old Bosh smugly slapped the cabin wall panels, making a loud thud. The previous all-wood structure inside the cabin was unsatisfactory in terms of both sealing and strength, and it had been forced to be launched into the water under time constraints.

Since securing the berth at High Cliff Port, a closed dock has sprung up, where, apart from the occasional Auerbach, the Seawolf, which was transferred from Winterless Port, undergoes modifications.

The metal skin of the hull was further improved and reinforced, and coated with waterproof paint.

Except for the main superstructure, all other attached structures, including masts, were removed to make the overall structure more streamlined.

A ring-shaped steel frame, resembling a fish basket, was built and embedded into the hull. The interior deck walls were renovated, and the edges and corners were sealed with adhesive.

"Hey, come to think of it, how many times has it been rebuilt? You could have built a whole alloy submarine in that time."

"But we don't have that many mineral resources right now, so all-metal ships are still too extravagant."

The mage brushed aside the repairman's minor complaint and immediately issued the order: "Seal the cabin."

"Inject water and submerge."

"Coordinates: West 46, South 44, full speed ahead."

As instructions were given, old Bausch shut his mouth and got busy with the other craftsmen, quickly and skillfully manipulating the instruments and equipment.

As the Seawolf submerged, the rocking hull stabilized considerably. The shallow water was fairly bright, and through the glass windows, one could even see fish swimming by.

The Canaan Knife Team had no time to visit an aquarium; with the help of the craftsmen, they meticulously put on all the parts of their power armor.

After the armor was put on, the inspection of the explosive guns, kinetic weapons and underwater propulsion backpacks was carried out in an orderly manner.

As the Seawolf entered the designated ambush area, the four armored beasts, two tall and two short, were already eager to pounce.

At this very moment, a large ship sailed in from the north, its mast bearing the flag of the Chamber of Commerce, but the atmosphere on the deck was quite strange.

"Damn it, the most annoying thing is this kind of hostage mission. It's bad enough that Neverwinter is such a poor place, but I finally got a merchant ship guard identity, and I can't even go to Waterdeep."

A young sailor's complaint drew agreement from several of his companions, while the seasoned veteran remained unconvinced.

"You still know we're transporting meat hostages? Do you want to guess what will happen when those hypocritical guys from the Northern Alliance find out?"

The old fox is making empty promises again:

"Don't look so down. There are still a few good places to visit around Baldur's Gate, not to mention Karin Shan, tsk tsk~"

The seasoned veteran stopped talking halfway through his sentence, but his face showed an expression of deep immersion and lingering enjoyment.

The silence here speaks volumes; the young people were captivated, their hearts itching with desire.

"Hey, is it really that good? Hurry up, I can't wait."

"Hey, it'll take several weeks to get to Karinsan, and we're barely here."

Boom!
The sailboat, its sails billowing and waves crashing, suddenly shuddered, its bow tilting violently to one side, its full-speed momentum almost abruptly halted.

"What the hell?!"

"Attack, pirates, there are pirates."

The sailors on deck tumbled to the ground like gourds, but the seasoned sailor reacted quickly and grabbed the rope, barely managing to regain his balance.

"Damn it, there isn't a single sampan or sail in the vicinity, let alone any pirates who would dare to touch our Luscan ship?"

The old hand spat, pulled on the rope and climbed up the mast, looking at the water on the side of the bow that had been hit.

"This level of impact... could it be a damn Basilosaurus? But how could such a monster be in this area..." "Watch out for the bilge, enemy attack!"

The old sailor kept cursing but didn't stop checking the situation. When he caught sight of several undercurrents beneath the aftershocks of the water's impact, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost screamed himself hoarse.

Having made a living at sea, he was no naive or inexperienced person, and the scene before him immediately evoked some unpleasant memories.

Those damned underwater hyenas and wolves are troublesome enough in a direct confrontation, but when they use their signature tricks of underwater attacks and scouring the bottom of ships, they become even more annoying.

"It's Sharkfish! All of you get inside the cabin and kill those bastards, or none of you will escape. You'll all be fish food."

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(End of this chapter)