Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 885 - 109: The Wild Hunt’s Flagship Nagilfa

"I hope they aren’t the fleet of the Egyptian usurper."

On the warship opposite, flying the flag of the Lion of Saint Mark, the commander of the Venetian fleet, Captain Nicolo, appeared a bit grave.

Lord Dandolo, the fleet’s supreme commander, gave a rather vague order requiring them to delay the Egyptian usurper’s fleet as much as possible, yet avoid direct confrontation if possible.

Nicolo could understand Dandolo’s concern, after all, the Egyptian usurper had a demon dragon and a council of wizard advisors. Even if their fleet was just a bunch of small boats, they still posed a significant threat.

But to delay, there has to be something to rely on, right?

Just with the crossbow cannons on the ship that could shoot demon-blocking golden crossbow arrows, could they even possibly shoot down a demon dragon like in the novel "Song of Winter and Summer"?

The lookout loudly reminded, "They’ve taken down the cross banner and hoisted the Empire’s flag, looks like they’re going to battle us!"

"Greek ships?"

The captain was a bit puzzled, "As long as it’s not the Egyptian usurper, it doesn’t matter whether the enemy comes from Sicily or Crete, Greek ships are nothing to worry about."

The crew on the various Venetian ships also appeared much more relaxed. The Greek Empire at its peak also had a large fleet, but it had declined two hundred years ago.

The essence of the Empire fleet was formed when the late Emperor Manuel expeditioned to Damietta, but most of it was lost in the Battle of Cyprus, while another large portion was besieged in Messina Port, leaving only a little over twenty nearly rotten ships to guard Constantinople.

For quite some time, the Empire’s sea territory was virtually under the Venetians’ control, so when facing the Greek fleet, they naturally looked down upon them with a sense of superiority.

"These Greek ships are truly arrogant!"

"They’re charging at us without any battle strategy!"

The captain laughed as he gave the order, "Send them to the bottom of the sea, avenge our compatriots who suffered in Constantinople!"

As the overlord of the Mediterranean, the Venetians have never feared any side in naval battles, not even the Genoese who once defeated them, who now weren’t even considered a threat.

Nicolo raised his sword and shouted, "For the future of the Republic, advance!"

...

The flagship of the Overseas Kingdom fleet, named "Texas," was a three-tiered oar-sail warship, fifty meters long and six meters wide, equipped with an iron ramming horn on top, with more than two hundred oarsmen alone.

The rest of the fleet’s ships, combined, there were over forty of them, mostly transports recruited from Egypt and Cyprus, and only four oar-sail warships.

The number of ships on both sides was about equal, but there was a large disparity in combat power.

It seemed that unless Losa summoned the demon dragon Ladon lurking in the clouds now, even if they could defeat this Venetian squadron, they would suffer heavy losses.

But at this moment, neither Losa nor Jeanne, Viviana, and the others beside him had any intention of acting.

As the distance between the two fleets drew closer, Prajna finally picked up the ink pen, sketching a few letters casually, which stirred up a layer of frost mist on the calm sea of the Mediterranean.

"Is it foggy?"

"So cold!"

Captain Nicolo shivered as he suddenly felt a cold sensation on the tip of his nose. Looking up, the air was filled with falling white snowflakes: "How could it suddenly be snowing?"

Since he was born, he had never heard of snow in the Aegean Sea.

The Venetians on deck looked perplexed, but at this point, there was no retreating. Captain Nicolo hesitated for a moment but ordered again, "Ignore that layer of thin fog, charge through it, victory belongs to us!"

The next moment, the Venetians who initially held the upper hand suddenly felt a massive resistance.

As if a sea dragon lurking beneath the ocean used the talent of "wind stirring," sending the biting cold wind toward the Venetian fleet.

Almost visibly, chains of ice cones began to form on the Venetian ships.

Stepping onto the frozen deck, Nicolo looked at the layer of frost mist, his heart pounding as if some ominous entity was brewing within, and he instinctively wanted to order the fleet to disperse and bypass the frost mist.

All of this was too bizarre!

Bang—

A loud bang, and only then did Nicolo realize that the sea had coagulated into layers of floating ice due to the drastic drop in temperature, cracking open from the impact of his flagship.

Immediately following.

A massive ship emanating a biting chill emerged from the mist, charging forward aggressively.

It was a striking and angular sinister ship, with a giant mast hanging a peculiar black sail, covered in a thick layer of solid ice.

"Heavenly Father, what on earth is that thing?"

"It’s Nagilfa, a ship of legend with decks pieced together from dead men’s nails and sails woven with their hair, the flagship of the Wild Hunt!"

"Nonsense, that’s something bards made up, aim the crossbow cannons!"

Almost visibly, chains of ice cones began to form on the Venetian ships.

Stepping onto the frozen deck, Nicolo looked at the layer of frost mist, his heart pounding as if some ominous entity was brewing within, and he instinctively wanted to order the fleet to disperse and bypass the frost mist.

All of this was too bizarre!

Bang—

A loud bang, and only then did Nicolo realize that the sea had coagulated into layers of floating ice due to the drastic drop in temperature, cracking open from the impact of his flagship.

Immediately following.

A massive ship emanating a biting chill emerged from the mist, charging forward aggressively.

It was a striking and angular sinister ship, with a giant mast hanging a peculiar black sail, covered in a thick layer of solid ice.

"Heavenly Father, what on earth is that thing?"

"It’s Nagilfa, a ship of legend with decks pieced together from dead men’s nails and sails woven with their hair, the flagship of the Wild Hunt!"

"Nonsense, that’s something bards made up, aim the crossbow cannons!"

Almost visibly, chains of ice cones began to form on the Venetian ships.

Stepping onto the frozen deck, Nicolo looked at the layer of frost mist, his heart pounding as if some ominous entity was brewing within, and he instinctively wanted to order the fleet to disperse and bypass the frost mist.

All of this was too bizarre!

Bang—

A loud bang, and only then did Nicolo realize that the sea had coagulated into layers of floating ice due to the drastic drop in temperature, cracking open from the impact of his flagship.

Immediately following.

A massive ship emanating a biting chill emerged from the mist, charging forward aggressively.

It was a striking and angular sinister ship, with a giant mast hanging a peculiar black sail, covered in a thick layer of solid ice.

"Heavenly Father, what on earth is that thing?"

"It’s Nagilfa, a ship of legend with decks pieced together from dead men’s nails and sails woven with their hair, the flagship of the Wild Hunt!"

"Nonsense, that’s something bards made up, aim the crossbow cannons!"