"Hiss..." The sound of the first mate's gasp slowed down the movements of the ship doctor who was treating the wound. This also caused the snail shell sword that had just moved out of the wound to return to its original place.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the ship doctor stopped moving, the pain he felt was still there, he let out a low roar. This shout scared the ship doctor very much. He was a sailor who had only learned simple first aid knowledge, and was far from the real doctor. The situation in front of him was beyond his ability. Coupled with this roar, he lost his last little confidence. So the ship doctor simply let go of his hands and said that he was powerless. Fortunately, before the situation further developed, Captain Hafdan noticed the situation here.

"What's going on?" The captain's question was a little absent-minded. Most of his attention was on listening to the drums on other ships and alerting the enemy that might come again. In fact, this was Hafdan's concern. Although it was in the thick fog, the Black Arrow's position was still in the center of the fleet. Given that there were pallets between the ships that could provide reinforcements for sailors, the Siren had no intention of dismantling the entire fleet from the middle. After all, ships and land were different. If ships at critical positions were really lost, the human side could completely change the formation to turn disadvantages into favorable benefits.

"Captain, I have never seen such a weird thing before. If I were to say, I would have to be amputated." The doctor explained to Hafdan half-true, but given that the first mate's wound was on the waist, if he wanted to amputate the prosthesis, it would probably make the prosthetic person not sure whether to have the upper body or the lower body. Of course, this is a joke, but this joke is not all fake.

The captain frowned and handed the scimitar to the doctor, asking him to guard the surroundings. Then he squatted down and carefully observed the wound on the mate's body. Thanks to the light of the torch, the fog was not yet enough to reach out to see his five fingers. The captain could still see clearly how the snail shell sword with various barbs and pointed hooks were inlaid into the body of his crew.

Humans cannot create such a vicious weapon. It should be said that without a wise race, they will deliberately spend such a huge amount of effort to create such a long sword born to torture their opponents. But the creatures derived from nature always have the imagination of creatures that are beyond those self-deserving primates, right? After observation, Hafdan was able to confirm that this sword was composed of plural conch shells in an unknown way, with the purpose of turning the defensive hooks on the conch into a weapon that makes the opponent live a worse life than death.

In fact, it is a bit wrong to make the opponent live and die. It is true that they don’t like humans, but this does not mean that they would rather give up efficient combat methods than use such weapons that stick to the opponent’s flesh to reduce their killing efficiency. The snail shell sword was not originally a weapon to fight against humans, and the barbs on them were not to turn up flesh and blood after piercing the soft skin tissue of humans. The snail shell sword was created based on the battle between snails. And those bent hooks were formed to peel off the scales on the opponent’s body.

But knowing the correct usage of the snail shell sword does not mean that it can resolve the current dilemma. Hafdan tried to move the blade in several directions, in return for some barbs to be loosened and others to be deeper. If you want to pull out this cruel weapon from the first mate, you must be aware of the large amount of flesh and blood. Now the captain can only expect that these hooks do not touch the internal organs of the human body, otherwise the consequences will probably be even more unimaginable once the organs are damaged.

"Captain, stop teasing me. That quack doctor can't get this ghost thing out. You can definitely do it right? Pull it out quickly, I can continue to deal with other fishmen!" The first mate was a little scared by Hafdan's silence. On this ship, the captain was absolutely authoritative. Even if the doctor announced that he had no choice, the first mate still believed that his captain would be able to deal with his wounds. Hafdan did not immediately give a disappointing answer. He was thinking about another possibility.

The old captain's hand rubbed the snail shell sword, and soon found the answer he wanted, "Come two people to help me, please have strong arms, hurry!" Several sailors responded and quickly selected the two with the strongest arms among them to obey the captain's order. Hafdan asked them to hold the sword body of the snail shell sword, one left and one right, and then picked up the axe of the first mate.

"It may hurt a little, bear it." After that, the battle axe had swung it without giving the first mate the answer and accurately hit the sword body of the snail shell sword. "Click!" The sound of the shell shattering made the captain quite satisfied. He wanted to break the weak part of the snail shell sword and reduce the sword body embedded in the first mate's body. The facts have proved that although the hardness of the snail shell sword is comparable to that of the iron sword, it can never change the characteristics of its own material. When a heavy weapon like the tomahawk hits its edge, the sword body will break.

There was no more words, just nodding to the two sailors. The captain raised the battle axe again and chopped towards the other end of the sword body. This time, because the sword body was missing, the sailor on the side could not hold the snail shell sword well. After the captain's battle axe made a spark on the sword, it made no progress. After these two shocks, the sword body pierced on the first mate's body was shaken, and a little blood had flowed out along the wound. Hafdan was in trouble, and he was afraid that another failed attempt would backfire and aggravate the crew's injuries.

But the one who seeks life on the sea is not going to die? The first mate gritted his teeth and pushed a sailor away, holding the shorter side himself, looking at Hafdan, "Come on!"

The captain stopped talking and swung the battle axe and fell down hard. "Click!" The snail shell sword shattered in response to the sound, leaving only half of the sword blade as long as the length of the finger stuck to the sailor's waist. Such injuries may seem serious, but they are not fatal in the short term. As long as this position is no longer hit, the first mate can even recover most of the ability to move.

"When you return to the shore, find a serious doctor to take this thing off. Now you can treat it as a souvenir first." Hafdan's words caused a burst of laughter. Sailors had similar habits. Most sailors have earrings on their ears. Although the material may not be valuable, this is a way for them to show off their spoils.

However, the relaxed atmosphere did not last long, and the drum sounds in the fog gradually became rapid. "Captain, someone asks for help on the right wing!" "Captain, someone asks for help on the left wing!" "Captain! Our butts were sneaked up!" The sailors responsible for distinguishing the drum sounds reported the information they received one by one. Hafdan's face darkened. He knew that this was what this war should look like. The Siren would not let them fight so easily.

"You go down to take care of the situation in the cabin first. The more you are now, the more you will be, the more you will not be confused." After hearing this, the first mate stood up from the deck, nodded to the captain, and walked towards his post. Behind him, you could vaguely hear the voice of Hafdan giving orders, "You guys, go support the right wing! You guys, go to the left wing to see the situation!"

When the first mate walked out of the cabin, he for no reason he had no ripple on the sea.
Chapter completed!