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The troops on the ship have already been assembled, even including all the Bretonnian sailors.

After all, these sailors were all born as serfs, and as serfs, they naturally had experience of fighting on the battlefield with the knights.

Although they are just a mob with no military training, they are no match for the well-trained imperial troops.

However, as long as the lord appears in the sight of these Bretonnian sailors, they can gain a lot of morale boost, enough to offset the fear brought by seeing the undead.

Now is not the time to attack, the disadvantage is too great.

The enemy is made up entirely of undead and corpses, which will cause severe fear and terror to the Bretonnian sailors here.

And those zombies don't need to breathe and can even fight in water.

The most crucial thing is that you have no idea how many zombies are left on the seabed. Taking the initiative to engage the enemy when the number of enemies is unclear is tantamount to jumping into an encirclement.

The only advantage is just the opportunity for another surprise attack.

When zombies besiege pirate ships and merchant ships, Windlow can take the initiative to choose the direction of attack.

"It's not easy to fight."

As a businessman who has traveled almost half of the Old World.

Although Windlow's combat effectiveness is low, his ability to judge the battlefield and grasp the situation has at least reached the level of an Elector.

Know what kind of battles not to fight, and know how to deal with different situations.

"We have to retreat. Our chances of winning this battle are slim. If we fight at sea, those zombies that don't need to breathe will have an absolute advantage."

"Absolute advantage? Really?"

Featherin showed a look of disdain on her face. The dark elves were a race that roamed all the oceans and would never flee on the sea.

Every treasure that appears, every opportunity for battle, and every possibility to plunder slaves will not be missed by the dark elves.

With the navy having the upper hand, the dark elves will naturally press forward.

When the navy has no advantage, the dark elves will launch another offensive mode.

"Azur, do you know how we, Duruchi, built the Black Ark?"

A burst of arrogance came out of his nose and hit Izeshi's face directly. The Hoss magician had a heavy expression and it was obvious that he knew some detailed information.

The Black Ark is the most difficult enemy of the Dark Elf Navy. It is not a good memory from any perspective.

"Well, now let you, Asur, take a good look at it."

Fetherin took off her robe, revealing a body covered with very little cloth. This was a most bizarre form of black magic.

A method of strengthening the magic wind by increasing the contact area between the skin and the air.

She quickly raised her hand and slammed it hard on the deck.

Suddenly, a terrible tide appeared on the calm sea surface.

At the locations of pirate ships, merchant ships and zombie sailors, huge waves are rising one after another.

Mousse, who was also a dark elf, naturally noticed that something was wrong.

"Stop! Featheryn! This magic will greatly shorten your lifespan!"

"Thank you, haha, Mousse, but let me ask you, has anyone in Druch lived to old age?"

After these words, Mousse remained silent, and the terrible magic continued.

Only then did Wendlow realize what this magic meant.

Using terrible black magic, they actually raised the seabed directly from the bottom of the sea, thus artificially creating a piece of land floating on the sea.

This is exactly how the Dark Elves crafted the Black Ark.

The so-called Black Ark is not a ship at all, but a piece of continent torn apart by magic, allowing it to float on the sea and be used as a ship and landing point.

Of course, no matter how small the Black Ark is, it is definitely not something that can be accomplished with the power of a sorceress like Featherin alone.

The ritual of building the Black Ark requires a great deal of wealth and manpower.

"I need more mana, Asur. We are on the side this time."

Just as Featherin said, her mana was not enough to pull up the seabed now.

She couldn't even pull up a piece of land unless someone continuously infused her with the wind of magic.

"Me? No help."

Izehi's refusal was very quick. No matter what the circumstances, the high elves would not choose to help the dark elves unless the benefits were great enough.

Merely distributing the looted goods would not change the High Elf's attitude toward the Dark Elves.

Seeing that Izexi was not going to help, Featherin also clicked her tongue, then closed her eyes, waited slowly for a few seconds, and then quickly opened them.

At this moment, even Windlow felt the terrifying flow of the wind of magic.

"Stop! Fetherin! This terrible magic will shorten your very long life! Wendlow! Help her!"

Mousse panicked. Among all the people present, only she, the dark elf, knew the terrible side effects of using this kind of magic.

This is an extremely long reduction in lifespan that is difficult even for elves to accept.

"Ah, me? What can I do for you?"

Although Wendlow didn't know what use he was now, he still walked to Feselin to see if he could lend a hand.

For example, helping to draw a magic circle, or giving her a shoulder massage?

"Feiserin! You can absorb Wendlow's mana! His energy is endless!"

The situation was critical, and Mousse even revealed his trump card.

After all, there is no need to hide too much information from someone who has fought side by side with me many years ago.

Featherin also immediately turned around and looked at Wendlow, looking him up and down.

Is this guy a magician? Of course she didn't believe it. And even if this guy is really a magician, why doesn't he even have a staff that can be used as a magic tool?

Without a point of contact, how could I absorb his magic and mana? By stealing souls?

Wait, a staff as a magical device!

Featherin immediately had an idea. She stretched out her right hand and grabbed Windlow's magic device, pulling it hard so that the latter had no way to break free.

He completely grasped Windlow's magic device with his right hand, and then he really felt the surging wind of magic.

I've heard before that many humans have magical talents, but I didn't expect to actually meet one myself.

This human named Windlo has magic power that is even comparable to that of an elven wizard who has been trained for more than ten years.

The only drawback is that the winds of magic are too chaotic, and all kinds of different types of magic winds can be sensed in his body.

Of course, Featherin was not too worried. She was a sorceress and was very good at dealing with the chaotic winds of magic.

His right hand moved forward again, and even completely grabbed the two decorations of the magic device.

"Yes, human, all your Winds of Magic are mine."