Chapter 404: Wolf Kiss Closes

Dead silence.

As if collectively pressed by a mute button, the deck of the "Flying Fish Oil Barrel" pirate ship now showed a strange silence.

In the air, there was only the whistling of the sea breeze, the rapid panting filled with fear, the sound of blood pumping out from wounds, and the painful wail of a certain one-armed Rogue.

In less than five seconds, even the most pessimistic crew member on the whole ship had never imagined this result.

In their view, this should have been an ordinary, most common looting.

Kill all the creatures on the opposite ship that could still breathe, loot and plunder, move everything valuable back to the ship—if the ship was in good condition, they might even be able to drag it to the black market to earn another sum.

Aren't Adventurers on the sea like this?

Otherwise, how could the meager reward given by the mission commission fill the stomachs of so many Adventurers on the ship?

They needed to earn some extra money along the way.

Perhaps at the very beginning, they felt guilty because of the innocent blood stained on their hands, but as those gold coins emitting blood qi fell into their pockets one by one, the conscience in their hearts gradually became numb under the catalysis of alcohol, and finally dissolved in the depths of the rippling seawater.

Having been at sea for many years, it could be said that every sailor on the pirate ship, influenced by what they saw and heard, had prepared to die at sea.

Everyone had fantasized more than once about what kind of ending they would have in the future.

Maybe one day they would suddenly wake up, start saving money, and then successfully retire and spend their later years in peace; maybe they would be dragged into the water by a monster on some quiet night and be buried at sea silently; or be pierced through the heart by an enemy in some boarding battle and heroically sacrifice themselves for the fleet?

They could even discuss their own way of death at the wine table without any psychological burden, and mock those crew members who expressed hesitation to show their bravery and fearlessness.

But at this moment, when the shadow of death truly descended with the blood.

Facing the sickle blade raised high by the Grim Reaper overhead, about to fall.

Their performance was far less calm than imagined.

Fear was spreading in the crowd.

Everything happened too fast.

In less than five seconds.

The absolute core of the pirate ship, plus the captain, a total of eight professionals.

Those "big figures" who possessed great power that ordinary people didn't have, were surrounded and clustered by sailors, and could call the wind and rain at sea.

At this moment, they were like live fish on a chopping board, held down by people without any ability to resist, slaughtered and beheaded.

There was even a careless sailor who, because he forgot his weapon in the cabin, returned temporarily before the pirate ship approached. By the time he returned to the deck, there were already four headless corpses on the ground.

And the culprit of all this was that deep figure in the center of the deck, like a nightmare, with a twisted wolf beast appearing behind, holding a black-gray straight sword.

Under the impact of 【Night Mother's Gaze】, the already fragile and crumbling psychological defense line completely collapsed at this moment, and fear surged into their hearts like a tide, swallowing the last bit of reason.

"Hoo... ahhhhhhhhh!"

A piercing scream like a chicken's cry suddenly sounded in the crowd.

A burly man with a sturdy figure, a rough beard, and an open collar revealing solid muscles was now like a cowardly Goblin who had witnessed some terrifying scene, wailing and throwing away the weapon in his hand, fleeing toward the edge of the deck. The thin, sharp cry he made was so unbearable that it was hard to imagine it came from this big, burly man.

And his scream was like a spark that ignited dynamite, causing the crew members who were originally stunned by the slaughter and blood to suddenly explode, panicked and at a loss, fleeing in all directions like cockroaches.

Even if the remaining two professionals scolded and blocked, it was useless.

A cold gaze swept through the chaotic crowd, and his sight lingered slightly on the two remaining Adventurers on the field who still retained combat power.

Xia Nan breathed slowly.

The wolf howl sounded again in his ears.

Next, it was time for the harvest.

Watching from afar, witnessing Grass Snail, whom he regarded as the future of the squad and invested a large amount of resources to cultivate, being beheaded in front of him.

The fighting intent and excitement filled in "Greasy Hand" Ba En's heart were instantly replaced by rage and hatred, perhaps also carrying a small hint of belated sadness?

Five seconds, even if he had jumped onto the boarding plank, it was completely enough for him to rush back to the deck to drag Xia Nan down to avoid further expansion of casualties.

But just after taking a step, the sharp sound of breaking air coming from behind forced him to turn his body again.

"Chi-bang!"

The scimitar with residual luster swung violently in the air, causing the arrow that should have pierced his heart straight to suddenly deflect, leaving a small wound on his side shoulder and falling into the sea.

A gloomy gaze looked far away in the direction the arrow was shot from.

With light silver hair fluttering in the wind, the Half-Elf Ranger named "Letitia" still maintained the posture of drawing the bow, and one could vaguely glimpse the bowstring trembling violently due to the rebound.

At the same time, her right hand skillfully brushed over the quiver on her back, and a wooden arrow was already clamped between her fingers again.

The battle had already begun.

Surprised by the aggressive move of the black-haired young Adventurer on the same ship, and also surprised by the exaggerated effect he caused.

No matter how cautious the "Silver Claw Osprey" squad was, it was still a professional team with rich adventure experience. They knew that at this moment, whether it was out of their identity as accompanying guards or for their own safety, they should definitely not stand by and watch.

Squad leader Nick just made a gesture, and the three of them acted with great tacit understanding.

The target was naturally the pirate leader who had already rushed onto the boarding plank with a fierce face.

"Roar!!!"

Orc Gagu's body expanded, like a mad beast, waving the wide and huge double-edged battle axe in his hand, rushing toward Ba En.

The Orc's movements could be said to have no technique to speak of, relying entirely on the burst brought by his brute strength.

In normal times, facing such a rough and straightforward enemy, Ba En had a hundred ways to end the battle within five rounds.

But right now, he was worried about his teammates behind him, and for a while, he had no mind to entangle with the opponent.

Hum—

Azure light condensed on the edge of the blade again, and with a swing, a "Leaping Slash" was slashed out by him toward Gagu, trying to use the attack to force the opponent back.

But unexpectedly, facing this sharp blade light flying toward him, the Orc didn't have the slightest intention of dodging or retreating.

He directly raised the giant axe in his hand to protect his chest, and the tribal totem pattern on the surface of the axe blade flickered with a faint light, forming a light red translucent shield on the surface.

【Beast Pattern Protection】!

A legacy combat skill from the Orc tribe, even though it hadn't been practiced to mastery, it gave Gagu considerable defensive ability at this moment.

Facing the incoming green blade light, while the shield was broken in an instant, it also absorbed the vast majority of the damage.

Only the remainder landed on the surface of the axe blade, leaving a visible slash mark, and the carried impact force made the Orc's footsteps pause only slightly, and then he immediately restored his original speed.

"Damn half-breed!"

Ba En cursed secretly, too late to think more, and with a turn of his wrist, the scimitar slashed down toward his side.

"Clang!"

The sharp sound of metal collision suddenly sounded in the air.

"Silver Claw Osprey" squad leader Nick, the two short swords at his waist had already been unsheathed, and at this moment, they were crossing to block the scimitar from above.

His arms were trembling violently due to excessive force, his angular face was tense, and his pupils were slightly contracted under high concentration of attention.

The sneak attack from the side was discovered by the enemy. This middle-aged man with rich combat experience was not panicked at all. Even if his physical fitness was far inferior to the opponent under the professional level gap, he still forcibly supported and dragged the enemy in place.

On the other side, accompanied by heavy and dull footsteps, the Orc had already waved his giant axe and rushed over.

The situation on the field had already reversed at this moment.

Almost exceeding the expectations of everyone on the field, the powerful strength Xia Nan displayed in an instant made the pirate side, which originally belonged to the attacker role, become incomparably passive. ===== CHAPTER 405 =====