Through the narrow passage of sunlight, it shone on the Ghost Ship, adding a touch of warmth to its eerie cold atmosphere.
This is a large three-masted sailing ship, with three decks, towering stern and bow, allowing sailors to board enemy ships more quickly in close combat, while also showcasing its Spanish style.
It seemed dead, the hull was battered, full of cannon scars, even some areas draped with cobwebs and algae, but when those Conquerors approached, it awoke without warning.
Like the roar of a Wild Beast, the long-dormant cannons roared once more, black cannonballs flew out of the muzzles, shooting towards the Conquerors.
Boom, boom!
The Conquerors weren't taken down by this small scene, skillfully dodging, although surprised, their sprinting speed didn't slow; such a ship was definitely the target of fierce seizure.
They were now quite frustrated, because of their caution, they didn't bring enough manpower; otherwise, they'd have seized this ship earlier.
