Chapter 307: War, Can It Actually Be Fought Like This?

"Adams, can you rest easy now?" Gervas's expression remained calm.

Adams looked at him with complex eyes; this Lord Harry could actually mobilize a three-masted warship.

Could he be a scion of some ducal family?

The more he thought, the more likely it seemed, for the white sugar the other party produced was not something an ordinary family could possess.

And while Adams was lost in wild speculation, the pirates opposite also noticed the arrival of the three-masted warship.

A moment of panic struck them first, but quickly, these pirates discovered only one three-masted warship and two single-masted warships had arrived, and they calmed down again.

Afterwards, the pirates adjusted their formation.

Among them, eight merchant-pirate ships continued to approach the Marquis Marquis Aosiding family's three warships, while a full twenty-three warships and merchant ships headed toward the three-masted warship.

Although the three-masted warship was indeed formidable, their side had fully fourteen or fifteen single-masted warships; you should weigh that.

As the saying goes, enough ants can kill an elephant.

Adams obviously thought the same. "Gervas, these pirates are no simple folk; they have been secretly united by certain people, even daring to ambush our Marquis Marquis Aosiding fleet..."

"Adams, do not worry; there will be no problem!"

Gervas wore a cold smile, seemingly full of confidence!

After all, he had already arranged the method of battle!

Sea waves surged, sails billowed.

As time passed, the pirate fleet and Gervas's three-masted warship finally closed to a distance of four hundred meters.

And at this moment, seeing this huge three-masted warship strutting boldly with no intention of maneuvering or dodging, the pirates immediately waved their weapons excitedly.

They looked exactly like jackals waiting to feast on a giant beast.

Especially one single-masted warship flying a green wolf-head flag, which surged ahead at the very front.

This warship was one of the Poison Wolf Gang's warships.

Green cloth was the most expensive fabric in this medieval background.

The Poison Wolf Gang had obtained it after raiding a noble's manor.

Therefore, they specially used this green fabric to make flags, displaying the Poison Wolf Gang's ferocity and strength on the seas.

At this moment, they were already anticipating that if they could capture a noble's three-masted warship, they would become a milestone in pirate history.

Boom—!

Imagination is beautiful; reality is often harsh.

A wisp of white smoke suddenly rose from the bow of the Black Pearl ahead, followed immediately by a rumbling roar.

This roaring sound was not even covered by the sea waves despite being over four hundred meters away; one could imagine the ferocity of the explosion.

The pirates stared in shock, then one by one revealed looks of delight and smiles.

"Haha, look! That noble's three-masted warship exploded on its own!"

"Yes! Those damn nobles are simply too funny; is it the gods punishing them..."

Splash!

Puff, puff, puff!

The pirates on the Poison Wolf Gang warship were mocking, but halfway through their words, the railing and deck ahead suddenly exploded open.

Instantly, wood chips flew everywhere around them, and even more people inexplicably exploded on the spot.

"Ah! Save me!"

"Oh heavens! It hurts! Save me quickly!"

"Damn it, what is happening?"

Screams and wails rose and fell.

Because they were preparing for boarding combat, all the manpower was squeezed onto the narrow deck.

This sudden change directly caused at least twenty people to fall.

Half of them lost their breath immediately, while others were missing arms or legs.

Even the luckiest ones were pierced full of wooden splinters.

This scene left the surrounding pirates, who had luckily escaped the blast, completely bewildered.

"This... Lord Harry, what happened?" Let alone the pirates being bewildered, Adams in the distance wore a face of equal shock.

From his perspective, he first saw Gervas's three-masted warship explode.

Then, just as he worried for the three-masted warship, the pirates' warship suddenly encountered trouble, as if struck by a magic attack.

But if it were magic, one should have seen the glow of mana.

Just like Fireball or Ice Spike, there would be a trace to follow.

"One of my secret weapons!" Gervas smiled calmly, offering no further explanation.

Seeing Gervas would not speak, Adams naturally knew better than to press further.

And although the brief incident just now shocked and puzzled the pirates somewhat, it did not stop their advance.

After all, only one of the twenty-odd pirate ships had been injured.

Thus, the pirates' charge continued, and the warships on both sides drew closer and closer.

When the distance to the Black Pearl was less than two hundred meters.

The cannons fired again.

Boom—!

A wisp of white smoke rose once more from the bow of the Black Pearl.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The target this time was still the Poison Wolf warship.

Wood chips flew everywhere, screams and wails filled the air, and worse still, this time a cannonball struck the mast, snapping it clean in half.

And because the pirates' ships were far too densely packed, this twenty-five or twenty-six-meter mast crashed directly onto the deck of a neighboring pirate ship, even taking four or five unlucky souls with it.

"This... damn it, how did they do it?"

"Magic, could this be magic?"

The surrounding pirates now understood clearly that the Poison Wolf warship's plight was not without cause, but the work of the three-masted warship.

For every time the Poison Wolf warship took damage, that three-masted warship would explode, emitting white smoke.

Of course, the crowd took this to be magic.

Although this magic was quite powerful, it did not frighten the crowd.

A deafening boom every two hundred meters, so the three-masted warship had only one chance to cast its spell next!

"Brothers, speed up! Once we reach that three-masted warship, he's dead!"

"That's right, brothers! They take several minutes to cast a spell; let's speed up and charge!"

Clearly, the pirates had missed the last two warnings heaven had given them.

"Lord Harry, those pirates..."

"No need to rush, Adams; the real show is finally beginning!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Gervas finished speaking, five arrows shot fiercely from the Black Pearl.

In the end, the five arrows struck pirate ships in different directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, the booming sound appeared once again among the pirate fleet.

For each crossbow bolt was bound with a Wrath of the Sea God.

Although the Wrath of the Sea God lacked the ship-killing power of cannons.

The hundreds of stones and iron shards packed inside were nothing short of flesh-reaping machines!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The instant the explosion roared, stones shot out in all directions without a single blind spot.

The next moment, blood holes pierced the bodies of the surrounding pirates, and clouds of blood mist rose on the decks.

Now, the pirates finally panicked!

Just moments before, they had deduced that an explosion occurred every two hundred meters.

But in the blink of an eye, five ships around them had been attacked.

Although the attacks varied slightly, the gruesome severity was visible to all.

The courage they had mustered merely from their numbers collapsed instantly.

Of course, this was not over.

For the next instant, the Black Pearl was seen charging straight into this pirate fleet.

Then, on the towering gunwales, which stood nearly twice as high as the others, noble soldiers began hurling strange iron tubes.

These iron tubes were over ten centimeters long, as thick as a human wrist, and most strangely, one end hissed with white smoke and sparks.

"What is this?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The pirates who had been curious moments before were now engulfed by fire and white smoke, and then... there was no then.

"Damn it, devils! This must be devils! Everyone, run!"

"That's right, everyone, run!"

Collapse happened in an instant.

The faces of the pirates who had not been caught in the blast were filled with terror.

For the gruesome sight of their comrades, covered in blood and flesh, was truly terrifying.

Indeed, many pirates would rather jump into the sea than stay on their ships.

Though they would not survive either, it was better than being blown to pieces.

"This... this..."

Adams gazed at the battlefield in the distance; in merely seven or eight minutes, the fleet composed of over twenty pirate ships had collapsed.

Could war be fought this way?