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Chapter 823: Wild Hunt Ship Najirfar

Chapter 823: Wild Hunt Ship Najirfar

"I hope they are not the fleet of the Egyptian tyrant."

On the opposite warship with the flag of the Lion of St. Mark flying high, the commander of the Venetian fleet, Captain Niccolò, had a solemn expression.

The fleet commander-in-chief Dandolo, the next Doge of Venice appointed by Doge Orio, issued vague orders, requiring them to delay the Egyptian tyrant's fleet as much as possible, but also to avoid direct conflict with it as much as possible.

Niccolò could understand Dandolo's concerns. After all, the Egyptian tyrant had a dragon and a group of wizard advisors. Even if their fleet was just a bunch of small dinghies, it could still pose a huge threat to them.

Although Venice is the overlord of the Mediterranean, it also has its old rival Genoa by its side and cannot afford to lose too much strength.

But there has to be a reason for procrastination, right?

With the crossbows on the ship that can fire magic-blocking gold crossbow arrows, can they still shoot down a dragon as the bards sang in the "Song of Winter and Summer"?

The lookout shouted, "They took down the cross flag and raised the flag of the empire. It looks like they are going to fight us!"

"Greek ships?"

The captain was a little puzzled: "It's good that it's not the Egyptian tyrant. Whether the enemy comes from Sicily or Crete, the Greek ships are not worth mentioning."

The crew members on the Venetian ships also had much more relaxed expressions on their faces. The Greek Empire in its heyday also had a large fleet, but it had declined two hundred years ago.

The essence of the current imperial fleet was formed during the expedition of Emperor Manuel to Damietta, but most of it was lost in the Battle of Cyprus. Another half was besieged in the port of Messina, and only more than 20 almost decayed ships remained in Constantinople.

For quite a long time, the empire's maritime borders were basically contracted to the Venetians, so when facing the Greek fleet, they naturally had a sense of looking down from a high position.

"These Greek ships are really arrogant!"

"They actually just rushed straight up like this without even using any tactics!"

The captain laughed and gave an order: "Send them to the bottom of the sea to avenge the compatriots who died in Constantinople!"

As the overlord of the Mediterranean, the Venetians have never been afraid of any party in naval warfare. Even the Genoese who once defeated them were just a group of hyenas begging for food under the nose of a lion in their eyes.

Niccolò raised his sword and shouted: "For the future of the Republic, forward!"

The flagship of the Overseas Kingdom Fleet, named "Texas", was a three-decked oared warship that was fifty meters long and six meters wide, with an iron ram on top and more than two hundred rowers alone.

The rest of the fleet's large and small ships, totaling more than 40, were mostly transport ships requisitioned from Egypt and Cyprus. There were only four triremes, the flagships of the Saracens, as proper warships.

The number of ships on both sides is roughly equal, but their combat effectiveness is vastly different.

It seemed that unless Lothar called upon the dragon Ladon lurking in the clouds to fight now, their fleet would be completely wiped out by the attack of the Venetian fleet.

But at this time, neither Losa nor Jeanna, Viviana and others beside him had any intention of taking action.

Seeing that the distance between the two fleets was getting closer and closer, Prajna finally picked up the ink pen in her hand and lightly sketched out a line of letters. On the calm surface of the Mediterranean Sea, thunder suddenly sounded and a layer of frost slowly spread.

"It's getting foggy?"

"It's so cold!"

Captain Nicolo shuddered. He suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose. He looked up and saw white snowflakes dancing all over the sky. "Snow? What's going on in this horrible weather?"

He had never heard of snow in the Aegean Sea since he was born.

"Is it the enemy's evil magic?"

The Venetians on the deck were in doubt, but the situation was tense and there was no room for retreat. Captain Nicolo hesitated, but gave another order: "Don't worry about the mist. Charge forward. Victory belongs to us!"

The next moment, the Venetians, who had originally had the upper hand, suddenly felt a huge resistance.

It was as if there was a sea dragon lurking in the ocean, using its talent of “raising wind” to blow bitter cold wind towards the Venetian fleet.

Almost visible to the naked eye, strings of icicles began to form on the Venetian ships.

The water stains on the deck froze into ice. Nicolo looked at the frost and fog and felt his heart beating wildly, as if something ominous was brewing in it. He almost subconsciously wanted to order the fleet to disperse and bypass the frost.

It's all so weird!

boom--

With a loud bang, Nicolo discovered that due to the rapid drop in temperature, layers of floating ice sheets had condensed on the sea surface. When hit by his ship, they split in the middle.

follow closely.

A huge ship emitting a biting cold air rushed out violently from the frost fog.

It was a strangely shaped, angular and ferocious ship. On the huge mast hung a black sail that looked quite strange. A thick layer of black fog was condensed on it, as if there were evil spirits climbing on it, surrounding the black sail and moving forward.

One glance at the whole ship makes one feel terrified.

"Father, what the hell is that?"

"There was no one on its deck, and it had no oars. How did it move?"

Someone suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "It's the Najilfar. According to legend, the deck is made of dead people's fingernails and the sails are woven with dead people's hair. That's the flagship of the Wild Hunt!"

"Bullshit, there is no such thing as the Wild Hunt in this world, it's all made up by bards, aim your crossbow!"

No matter what that thing was, Nicolo knew that he could not allow the crew to discuss it any further. He did not believe that this was a ghost ship made up of dead people's fingernails. If that was the case, he felt that one shot would be enough to send it to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

The sailors of the Venetian fleet moved their huge crossbows one after another. In a naval battle, it was difficult to destroy a ship using crossbows, small catapults, or even fire pots. The Venetians were best at boarding battles, which was also the most effective.

But faced with such a terrifying giant ship, they simply didn't have the courage to step onto the deck of the ship.

Boom——

Countless crossbow arrows were fired. These crossbow arrowheads made of magic-blocking gold were so powerful that they easily pierced through the strange ship. However, its speed did not decrease at all, but instead increased again.

A biting cold wind blew.

The shattered ship seemed to be spewing out biting cold air from its many holes.

In a trance, Nicolo saw countless knights wearing black armor and with cold blue fire burning in their helmets on the empty deck. The torn cloaks on their backs stood still in the wind.

"Wild Hunt."

"It really is the Wild Hunt!"

Niccolò's eyes widened.

Boom——

The Wild Hunt ship Nagilfa, with its bow that was much higher than the galley, moved in a brutal manner and crushed the galley under it, crushing it with ease. The terrifying weight instantly broke the poor ship into countless pieces.