White Bandage.
The Dragon-man youth stepped on the leaning mast at the bow, his tough crimson dragon scales facing the sea breeze, displaying his bulky and robust figure.
He held a monocular telescope in his hand, watching the Iron Lump.
And Zong Ge stood ready on the ship's stern.
The sailors were bustling about onboard and below deck, two covert combat teams lay in wait, their hiding places unknown.
Many cannons had already been extended from their ports, their dark, round barrels like the gleaming teeth of a giant beast.
Unlike the other two sides, the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps, who joined the battlefield last, was in peak condition.
But the Dragon-man youth's expression was solemn because he knew that although his side seemed to have the upper hand in strength, it wasn't really the case.
The Gold Level Undead Mage—a ship ghost—had not yet taken action, and the alliance of three pirate groups was also a formidable opponent.
