That's a fake elf

In the Longroar Strait to the west of Longwu Island, cannonballs emitting blue light exploded on the sea surface.

The water splashed high and slapped on the mountain wall, making roaring sounds like dragon roars.

A few hundred meters away from the Queen Anne's Revenge, a dozen warships were in hot pursuit.

The rocks and mountain walls hit by the magic cannon will turn into rubble all over the sky in an instant, hitting the iron armor of the Queen Anne's Revenge, making a clanging sound.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? Before, you suspected that there was something wrong with my tactics. What now? Aren't they the ones who have no way to escape?"

Perseus stood on the bow of the [Pagasus], looking at the [Queen Anne's Revenge] which could only flee under the frigate's magic cannon and could not dive at all, and said proudly.

"..." Kratos looked at the proud and complacent Perseus, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

To be honest, he really didn't think that using more than 40 warships to hunt down the Queen Anne's Revenge was something to be proud of.

He would rather have the Siren Banshee issue a declaration of war to the Naga on the ship, and have an upright fight so that the other party will willingly hand over the warship.

In this way, you will not be angry with the other party, but also save face for the other party.

Such shameless sneak attacks and using more to defeat fewer will not achieve any benefit at all except stimulating Naga's stronger resistance.

"You have objections to my tactics, then why didn't you mention it before?" Perseus glanced at Kratos, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was directly reflected on his face.

"I proposed it and wrote it into a document and asked the Tide Swordsman to submit it to you, but have you read it?" Kratos's face darkened, and he wanted to kick this guy off the boat.

"Really? Why didn't I know?" Perseus looked at the guard assigned to him by his father with a puzzled expression.

"Your Highness, it is true, but you were playing with those maids at the time, so let us put the things away first."

A middle-aged tide swordsman frowned and replied expressionlessly:

"Later, I will present Master Kratos's documents to you, and you will throw them into the sea as ordinary documents."

"Um...is that so? Look, this is not my fault. You should have presented it to me in person so that I could see it in time." Perseus glanced at Kratos and said shamelessly.

"..." Kratos sighed deeply, shook his head, and left the bow.

He was extremely disappointed with this prince who was full of intrigues, stubborn and unwilling to listen to other people's advice.

But as the commander-in-chief of an army, he must still fulfill his duties conscientiously, bring victory to the kingdom, and reduce war losses. He must not act on impulse because of personal feelings.

Although it seemed that they had an absolute advantage now, Kratos didn't know why, but he felt something was wrong.

Because so far, everything has been going so smoothly, as if it was a big show that had been arranged long ago.

This uneasiness made him feel that he might do something to prevent accidents from happening.

"Communication soldier!"

"General, what are your orders?"

"Connect Vimona's [Star Horn] to me!"

"Yes!"

. . . . . . . .

Vimona, who was patrolling the battlefield with her tribe in the sky, looked at the sea elf fleet that had fallen into the trap, and couldn't help but reveal a smug smile on her lips.

She hasn't been this happy for a long time. Being able to watch her enemy step by step towards destruction is something worth celebrating for her.

"Vimona, it's Kratos, do you want to pick it up?"

Morgana, carrying black wings, flew in front of Vimona like a fallen angel, holding a gleaming [Star Conch Horn] in her hand.

"Yes, why don't you answer? This guy is one of the few sober people in the sea elf fleet. He has a strong sense of war. If you don't answer his communication, he will inevitably notice something."

After taking the [Star Snail Horn] handed over by Morgana, Vimona input the mana.

"Vimona, are you hiding something from me?" Kratos's calm voice was like a rock, making Vimona's heart sink.

"What do you mean? Doubt me? My mother and tribe are still in your hands, what tricks do I dare to play?" When Vimona said this, she gritted her teeth and a light of hatred flashed in her eyes.

"......"

Kratos was silent for a while, secretly scolding Perseus for being shameless, then took a deep breath and asked:

"Didn't the lich on Dragon Mist Island show any sign of seeing the [Queen Anne's Revenge] roaming the inner sea these days?"

Vimona frowned and immediately understood that Kratos might have become suspicious because of Sandru's inaction.

The [Queen Anne's Revenge] is a wanted ship of the Mage Alliance. Hundreds of mage lords and big businessmen jointly offer a bounty. The bounty is enough to cover several years of tax revenue of a principality.

Even Sandro, a lich, would never be indifferent.

If she said everything was normal around her, it would be tantamount to revealing that something was wrong with her.

"Yes. After he came back, he sent out the Bone Dragon Legion and tried to attack the Queen Anne's Revenge. However, it disturbed the sleeping Leviathan. As a result, the Bone Dragon Legion was completely destroyed."

Vimona said calmly.

"Leviathan? No wonder Sandro hasn't shown up yet. It turned out to be a serious injury." Kratos muttered to himself.

Hearing Kratos talking to himself, Vimona breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had gotten through it.

This kind of half-truth and half-false information is the most difficult to distinguish. Even Kratos's keen sense of war can't find any problems in it.

"Vimona, I want to give you a task." Kratos suddenly changed the topic and his tone became a little harsh.

"If you want me to join the battle, I'd better avoid it. Even if I cooperate with you temporarily, I have no intention of being hostile to the Naga clan."

Vimona did not give Kratos face, her tone was full of disdain.

"I'm not asking you to take action against them, I just need you to keep the details of this war secret." Kratos said solemnly.

"Why hide it?" Vimona frowned and did not immediately agree.

"I don't want this war to be known to the Naga clan, which will arouse their stronger desire to resist. This will be detrimental to the kingdom's plan to conquer the Naga clan!"

Kratos said categorically:

"This is an order, not a request. You have no right to refuse, otherwise I will personally lead people to hang those siren banshees in Haishang Fortress."

"I understand, I will not reveal a word of this war to others."

Vimona stopped inputting mana into [Star Snail Horn], turned to Morgana and sneered:

"This guy actually dares to threaten me. I will take off his dog head later, and then take his head to Haishang Prison to rescue my mother and clan members!"

"The battle seems to be heating up."

Glancing at the strait where the roaring sounds were coming from, Morgana had a worried look on her face and asked softly:

"Is there really no problem in letting Linali join the slag war?"

"Perseus is her father after all. Will she be deceived by the other party's rhetoric and let this guy go in a moment of soft-heartedness?"

"Okay, okay, I told Lina Liming before the battle that this is her only chance to be equal to Gao Lan."

Vimona crossed her arms and her eyes seemed to have penetrated the fog. She saw Perseus on the bow of the [Pagasos] and said in a deep voice:

"With her character, she won't let it go no matter what."

"And I have already arranged a backup plan. Even if Linali becomes soft-hearted, it doesn't matter."