Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 405: Fighting (Part 1)
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The green naga, whose average strength is only mid-level servants, are not Locke's enemies.
As if a whirlwind swept across, the three-headed naga was shot and flew out by Locke's spear.
Several blood holes were pierced by Locke's body, and the bones were deeply visible, so that he would not die, and I had to sigh the strong vitality of the creature like Naga.
Locke's great power was also noticed by the naga who boarded the ship, and several naga split out and surrounded Locke.
Locke is not afraid, facing several naga at the same time, without seeing any disadvantages.
Naga's height is close to two meters, giving them power beyond normal humans. They are only mid-level servants, and the pressure they put on Locke when they join together is not much worse than Locke facing two high-level servants at the same time.
Locke didn't drag his feet, and used all his strength to face these naga seriously. Every ten seconds, one naga was picked up and flew out by him.
On the deck, besides Locke, the strongest is the vindictive level of a one-eyed chief officer, a high-level attendant.
The strength of these naga is not strong. They have red tarantulas on their bodies, and their strength has fallen sharply, but with the continuous support of the seabed, they can compete with the crew on the deck for a while.
Two crew members have been dismembered, and one crew member bathed in blood shouted, "Boss, use that!"
The first officer hesitated, looked at the continuously injured subordinates, one-eyed, and beckoned, "Come with me alone!"
The fighting on the deck continued, and Locke didn't notice the movements of the two sailors.
When the sound of "Crunch, Crunch!" came on the deck, Locke took a look.
The pitch-black steel barrel, the deep muzzle, the barrel is engraved with complex magic patterns, and a magic crystal shining with green light is embedded directly above the root of the barrel.
It turned out to be a magic crystal cannon!
After participating in the Plane Wars, Locke is no stranger to the powerful magical devices produced by magicians. This is a weapon for harvesting life.
Seeing this magic crystal cannon gave Locke the feeling that it was not as strong as the magic cannon during the war of planes, and it looked like a defective product.
The direction pointed by the barrel is the right side of the hull, the main location of the Naga landing.
"Get out of the way!" The chief mate yelled, and the sailors in the area scattered like birds and animals.
Without waiting for any reaction from the naga, the first officer made a decisive action and slapped a certain bulge on the magic crystal cannon.
The emerald green light condenses in the pitch black barrel, and the light becomes more and more prosperous.
When the light was so bright that it threatened Locke, a beam of light shot out.
"Bang!" After the loud noise, the deck where the naga were originally staying has turned into a piece of coke.
Not only was a part of the deck missing, but the hull below was also pierced under this powerful shot.
The sea rushed into the basement of the ship. If it weren't for the huge keel of the ship, it might sink completely in minutes.
At least fifteen naga were killed in one shot, and the first officer breathed a sigh of relief, "Jace, Root, you guys go to block the water below, don't let the sea water reach the second underground floor!"
"Others, come with me, stop this group of sea debris!" The first officer picked up his long sword and led the remaining sailors to rush up.
"Can the magic cannon that threaten quasi-level creatures?" Locke whispered.
Three quarters of the naga on the ship were killed by the magic cannon. Under the siege of the chief officer and the rest of the crew, the tree was difficult to support, only five heads were left. It was only a matter of time before they were beheaded.
After playing the two-meter-high green Naga in front of him enough, Locke picked up his spear, and the eagle gushed out. The green head of the Naga burst like a watermelon. It was red everywhere. White.
These naglocks have just been observed for a short time, and there are no two or two clothes hanging on their bodies, and the cover is a lump of seaweed, which can be described as extremely contemptible.
The only value Locke can think of is to give his mount Fimo as a ration.
Without the thought of cleaning up the spoils, Locke took a look at the remaining crew members.
The water ingress in the ship slowed down a lot after going down to seven or eight crew members.
All year round eating on the sea, the professionalism of these crew members is worthy of recognition. Locke doesn't have to worry about being drowned.
At the edge of the deck, several naga who had been driven to the corner had reached the point where they were exhausted, and every few seconds, fresh wounds were drawn.
These naga are also stiff enough. They are all like this. They don't even dive and run away. I don't know what they are insisting on.
There are many red bulges and spots on the green skin of the naga. These are the masterpieces of the hat-man magician. These spots suppress a lot of the naga's strength.
The naga, who are stronger and physically stronger than the crew, can't exert their full strength.
Just as Locke was about to help the crew and quickly solve the immediate troubles, there was a loud noise like stormy waves in the distance.
In the sound of the huge waves, Locke's ears keenly heard the furious roar of the hat magician.
No, Locke's heart sank.
The loud noise in the distance was naturally heard by the crew and naga on the deck. When the crew hadn’t figured out what was going on, the naga fought back like a mad, fighting for their lives. People can't figure it out.
An increasingly bad feeling came from his heart. Locke took out his long sword from the space ring, intending to solve the annoying guys in front of him. He was more accustomed to using swords than spears.
Raising a step and kicking his leg, Locke leaped up and slashed over. When the head of a green Naga was about to be cut off, the blade of the sword turned around in an incredible arc and slashed towards him. Rear right.
"Clang!" The metal humming sounded, and the ears of the surrounding creatures hurt.
"Huh?" A strange human-like voice came, and the speaker turned out to be a pale blue four-armed naga.
On its four arms, two grabbed two clusters of strange orange-yellow seabed plants, and two grabbed two sharp daggers.
And it was the two strange sea plants that blocked the power of Locke's sword.
Locke has no time to think about why the hardness of the plant can match his long sword filled with vindictiveness. After the light blue Naga blocked Locke's long sword with two hands, the lower two hands waved short daggers in a tricky trajectory. , Zha Xiang Locke.
If this is solid, with Locke's formidable physique, two eye-catching openings can be drawn.
"Brother, be careful!" screamed Christine, who had been paying attention to Locke from afar.
Next to Rafi took out the sword and armor from the space ring, and wanted to rush to help Locke directly.
Youdao is hard to beat four hands with two fists. Locke found that this naga had two more arms, which was really difficult to deal with.
A beautiful backflip, barely avoiding the sneak attack of Naga's two daggers, and Locke steadily landed not far from the four-armed Naga.
"High-ranking attendant..." Locke's eyes narrowed.