The wheel axe whirred and whimpered.

Drake's sailors were waiting on the deck under the leadership of Bartot, thinking about defeating the enemy as they had ever been with their invincible president, but never thought that in the real high-end game of the Caribbean, no one was a fuel-saving lamp.

The situation fell into a huge disadvantage at the beginning.

Chamuyam's wheel axe turned into a silver light, drawing a shiny arc in the night, and flew towards the crowd in a faint appearance.

Lorraine didn't have time to rescue her.

His sword-dance combat requires huge pivotal space. In order not to let his own sailors become hindered, his combat position has always been far away from his own sailors, and he cannot even be regarded as a member of the established formation.

Henna also had no time to rescue.

Power is not her specialty. Even if the mid-range flying knife hits the wheel axe, the slight impact force is definitely not enough to change the trajectory of the axe.

But who else can turn the situation around besides them?

"Wow!"

A war howling exploded!

After the crowd, Lefkui's body jumped high, like an out-of-control chariot, ramming the sailors along the way wildly as he advanced, blocking the trajectory of the wheel axe with his newly made giant crocodile-skin shield without showing any weakness.

ton!

The sailors heard indescribable strange sounds in their ears, like a hammer from a heavy object, cutting towards a solid object, without echoing or roaring, but they just pierced into the human brain, making people buzz between their eyebrows.

The sharp edge of the wheel axe was cut on the surface of the thick crocodile shield. The first layer was chopped open and the second layer was cut open. The third layer lost its sharpness and ultimately failed to touch the lowest wood layer.

Leif's eyes were red.

The bright red sways like a fire, and the fine bloodshots gather from the surroundings to the pupils.

"Woo wow wow wow wow wow!"

In the midst of a roar, he opened his arm!

As the wheel axe was not extinguished and the huge kinetic energy was pressing in front of him like a mountain collapsed, the crazy Lef opened his arms with his own brute force, interrupting the most incomprehensible and physical way that Chamuyam was determined to win.

The deck is as quiet as a chill.

Drake's sailors, the black-bearded pirates, and the warriors who thought they had seen the sea of ​​blood on countless occasions stopped thinking in the roar of the Berserkers' endless roars. They could only control their eyes with their only strength, and watched the listless wheel axe being abandoned high, and poked back to their master with a swift thunder, making a three-pointer.

Lef stood up, and walked step by step as if to the front of the queue. With a clang, the uncrowned king was pulled out from the back of the shield, and the tip of the sword pointed to Chamuyam's heart.

"Coachman! This time, you will never break my shield again!"

Chamuyam pursed his lips and took off the giant spear behind him, stretched out his hand and pulled back his battle axe from the deck.

The left hand is axe, the right hand is a spear, the axe is in front and the spear is on.

He lowered his center of gravity and stomped his shoulders: "Subunteer, you found a good shield, and it finally looked a little better than the last time. But I will still chop your shield, and swear in the name of Wizillo Pochitri, I will not only chop your shield, but this time, I will chop you together!"

Liff's nostrils spewed hot steam: "You can't break my shield, you can't break my shield... Even if dusk comes today, you can't break my shield! Woo wow wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!!"

...

The battle started in the roar of Lef!

Lef took the lead and rushed towards his opponent. The uncrowned king with a cold light raised high, facing Chamuyam's forehead in the sky.

Chamuyam swung his axe to block the sword. When the axe face swayed, the spear came out like a poisonous snake and headed straight for Lef's eye socket.

Leif's eyes were wide open, his stiff eyes were motionless and he looked at the spear that was stabbing towards him. He stepped forward with his shield and lowered his body.

The spear stabbed the shield.

Feeling the power of the shield being fed back, Lef raised his elbow and tilted the shield surface greatly. The sword in his right hand returned with the flow, changed to swing, and aimed at the side waist area that was crucial to his movement.

Chamuyam's spear hit like an iron rod.

With a dull sound, Lef was shocked and took three steps back. Chamuyam followed him like a shadow, twisting and turning in the pursuit, and slamming the axe.

Lef rolled short and avoided, and happened to crash into the battle group of other pirates and sailors.

When he was about to say that, the others were still stunned. His big hand reached out and grabbed the unlucky pirate's neck with a casual grasp, and made a hidden weapon and threw it in the direction of Chamuyam.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chamuyam swung his axe and slapped the pirate side with his axe. The pirate's scream stopped abruptly, and he flew out, hitting the mast, and his brain splashed.

The ordinary crew members who were fighting were frightened by this scene.

No one wants to end his life in such a miserable way, so whether it is Drake's sailor or the Blackbearded pirate, as soon as the brave men of Lef and Chamuyam arrive, they will naturally split and scatter.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed for the second time. The battle on the main deck was over, and the group frame suddenly became a duel...

Barto, who was in charge of the command, could only laugh and cry about this, and recalled the words Daniel had said to him after he broke his arm.

Daniel told him that Lyff's crazy transformation took place during the night of bleeding in the villa. The special change that Lorraine teased as a "mourning warrior" was taken.

The characteristics of this new type of crazy are limited and controllable. You can clearly and accurately distinguish the relationship between the enemy and the enemy when you are calm. However, it is one thing to distinguish, but Leif cannot control his body and muscles as accurately as ordinary people. The intensive training these days has not achieved any gratifying results.

The second feature of the new type of crazy is still related to control, that is, the spiritual threshold.

Berserkers' crazy needs to put themselves in a state of mental anger, but new types of crazy seems to be unnecessary. Any strong emotions may make Leif crazy, and any blow that interrupts emotions can also restore crazy to normal.

In short, it becomes easier for Lef to be crazy, and it becomes easier for a crazy person to be interrupted.

Daniel is yet to assert whether the new type of crazy is pros and cons for Leif, but he already has relevant guiding opinions - when Leif becomes crazy, stay away from him.

Barto didn't understand Daniel's meaning until now.

Unlike the experimental environment, Lef is fighting against the enemy with all his strength on the real battlefield. With his full strength, that limited consciousness is not enough to make him pay attention to the environment and take care of his teammates.

The safest way is to leave far away!

No matter how much damage Lef will cause to the environment, all the consequences will be left to the groom who threw the flying axe alone.

But...how should we conduct on-site command in this situation?

Barto pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

No matter how good the commander is, he cannot command a group of soldiers who are ready to apply oil at any time. When the battle between Lef and Chamuyam begins, the other people's minds can no longer return to the battle itself.

I can only delay...

Drag to Lef and Chamuyam to the finals, or...

Lorraine and Blackbeard...
Chapter completed!