Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 415 - 100: Dragon Egg (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

Chapter 415: Chapter 100: Dragon Egg (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

Aboard the ship, a red shadow like lightning suddenly flashed by.

"What was that?"

"Did I just see things?"

"Where’s Ivanov?"

"He was just beside me!"

The sudden change sobered the drunken Russians halfway.

They looked at each other, someone gulped audibly.

"I’ve heard that people who drown at sea turn into water ghosts. Once they find someone to take their place, they can ascend to Heaven."

The young man’s face was ashen, still dripping with soup, he angrily rebuked, "Nonsense, whether it’s water ghosts or drowning ghosts, they’re all weaklings, how could they drag a living person away right under everyone’s noses?"

"Grab your weapons, whatever it is that’s causing trouble, I—Yaroslav will make it pay!"

The burly Russian warriors quickly grabbed war axes, war swords, and throwing spears from the boxes and rushed out of the cabin under Yaroslav’s lead.

The night was terrifyingly dark.

Not a trace of the moon could be seen.

Flickering candlelights dotted the cabin, on the helm.

The entire ship was eerily silent.

The noisy crowd also quieted down.

Someone felt a chill crawling up their spine: "Where did everyone go? Aren’t those Latinia sailors known for gathering to play dice at this time?"

"Look over there!"

Yaroslav quickly walked forward and crouched down.

On the deck, under the candlelight, he could vaguely see a semi-transparent "carpet" stretching into the depths of the cabin.

He reached out to touch the "carpet," the sticky sensation filled him with a strong sense of disgust.

The door to the cabin at the carpet’s end was further hidden in darkness, like the mouth of a demon’s lair.

From behind, a slight noise arose once more.

He spun around like lightning, instinctively hurling the war axe in his hand. With a loud thud, it pinned a twisted object to the deck.

It appeared to be a giant red sea serpent, covered in all sorts of bizarre protrusions.

Its diameter was at least half a meter. Pinned to the deck by the axe, it still struggled frantically.

"Is it the one playing tricks?"

Yaroslav’s face was filled with smugness, as a member of the Rurik Family, he naturally possessed divine power far surpassing ordinary people, not knowing how many small mischiefs and demons he had slain.

"What on earth is this thing?"

"If it’s a sea serpent, then it’s way too ugly."

The Russians crowded around, some of the bolder ones prodded the struggling giant serpent with their spears.

"Don’t be careless, let’s deal with it first,"

Yaroslav reminded.

The "red serpent’s" tail or head stretched into the sea. Clearly, his axe alone couldn’t kill it.

The Russians immediately took out various weapons and hacked at the "red serpent."

Due to poor craftsmanship, the weapons used by the Russians were generally of low quality, which was why cheaper war axes and spears were so widely used among them.

Excluding Yaroslav’s war axe, said to be made personally by the "dwarven craftsmen" of Nordic Mythology, the others’ weapons couldn’t even pierce the skin of the red serpent.

Boom—

With a loud crash, a brand-new, almost identical but much thicker red serpent emerged from the water, covered in barnacles, seaweed, and other appendages, its rough skin dotted with large and small suction cups.

"Ha, another big one,"

Yaroslav said with a face full of sarcasm. He strode over like a meteor, ready to chop down with the war axe, but a glimpse out of the corner of his eye stopped his swift and fluid motion. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

In the darkness surrounding the merchant ship, dozens of "red serpents" raised their "heads" high.

The giant suction cups contracted and expanded continuously, pulsing rhythmically.

"Heavenly Father above..."

"What are these monsters?"

Despair filled the eyes of the Russians. This sudden scene had shattered their will to resist completely.

Even the boldest of madmen, facing such terrifying creatures that seemed to blot out the sky and sun, would be filled with fear.

"Stand up, cowards!"

Yaroslav’s roar sounded like thunder.

He raised his war axe, his face flushed with red, either from anger or fear, or perhaps both.

He suddenly flung the war axe in his hand, and as the countless tentacles descended overwhelmingly, he drew his sword and charged forward with a roar.

...

Moments later, only a wreckage remained on the sea.

...

Early the next morning.

A shadow emerged from the depths of the sea, seemingly a giant entity passing beneath the wreckage.

Losa came to the deck of the Ocean Disaster, seeing the sea, dyed azure by the sunlight above.

It was undoubtedly a beautiful day. If they surfaced, they could enjoy some sunbathing, something scarcely favoring them since entering the Mist Sea Region.

Chelina was sparring with Jeanne. Being the only two followers under Losa who had completed the Elite process, their sparring sessions had become frequent lately.

The wealth brought by Captain Hog allowed Losa to upgrade them both to level thirty elite, making it hard to determine the outcome when they fought.

Yet, Jeanne still had the upper hand.

After all, in sparring, Jeanne suffered a disadvantage by not releasing her "big moves" and relying solely on minor skills.

Losa asked with a smile, "Nina, how’s the practice of the Wind Swordsmanship coming along?"

Chelina respectfully halted and sheathed her weapon.

"My lord, the Wind Barrier you previously suggested, I’m still working on it. Currently, it can only block limited attacks, like ordinary arrows. If it were the firearms of our world, perhaps I could only slightly alter their trajectory."

Jeanne praised in a senior tone, "The little girl’s talent is not bad, she’s mastering new abilities at a fast pace. In time, she will certainly become a renowned Sword Saint."

Chelina indeed had an impressive talent, lacking only experience and accumulation.

Jeanne mused to herself that if she were to duel Chelina, setting aside Attribute restraints, her chances of winning were not high.

After all, she was an old relic of four hundred years.

The dark creatures she had hunted outnumbered those Chelina had ever seen.

Yet, this battle experience could not fully suppress Chelina, giving her a slight sense of frustration.

Chelina shyly said, "Thank you for Miss Jeanne’s compliments. You are really the formidable one."

Lately, she felt deeply indebted to Jeanne from previous combat logs, showing extra politeness in her demeanor.

Losa sighed, "No need for formalities, after all, you’re both stronger than me."

The so-called "Wind Swordsmanship" was merely a conception by Losa. The real "Gale" only endowed Chelina with the ability to manipulate air currents, without a specific guide on how to use it.

Chelina had already developed a decent form within half a month.

Meanwhile, with the addition of Volcanic Divinity, Losa’s progress in Flame Magic was still painstakingly slow.

One had to admit, the differences between people could be truly vast.

Captain Hog’s voice suddenly interjected, "Sorry to interrupt your conversation—My lord, I’ve sensed that creature’s presence again, and recently, new signs of ship attacks nearby."

Losa said, "It seems the Mist Sea Region is indeed its habitat. I just wonder if the mist here has anything to do with it."

Although their expedition was to seek treasure, not to hunt sea beasts.

Still, attempting to treasure hunt under the sea without settling this beast able to seamlessly hide in the depths was too risky, even with the Ocean Disaster.

Hog said, "It’s a pity, my lord, that your aura didn’t manage to intimidate it completely."

"It’s normal not to intimidate it; after all, it is the overlord of this sea region,"

Losa pondered, "I recall sea beasts having a high desire for dragon bloodlines. Why don’t we set a trap?"

Hog hesitated, "My lord, don’t treat that beast as a brainless fool."