On the deck of the Sea Wolf, the Elven Guards stood in a row, their steps and movements perfectly synchronized.
The longswords swung by the Elven Guards almost instantly slaughtered the five sailors pressed against the outer wall of the Ship Building.
Only when they completely outclassed their opponents could the Elven Guards make killing look elegant and graceful.
The young elves happened to greatly admire such flashy but impractical combat techniques.
They believed elves should be elegant and know how to appreciate art.
At least several dozen dead crewmen lay scattered across the deck. More than a dozen badly wounded Elven Guards sat on the deck while their companions bandaged them. They carried Tree of Life Sap with them, which could quickly heal wounds. As long as it was not a fatal injury that could not be stopped from bleeding, Tree of Life Sap proved extremely effective.
The Elf Ranger captain had suffered a slash across his arm from a sailor's curved blade. His bracer had been completely ruined, and his arm bore a twenty-centimeter-long wound.
Yet after receiving simple treatment, he still led a group of rangers at the very front.
The remaining crewmen dragged their injured companions back into the cabins below deck, while several sailors stood guard in the lower corridor. The stairwell leading into the cabins had been designed in a peculiar way. After charging into the corridor, the Elven Guards not only had to face enemies ahead, but also watch for cold arrows fired through gaps in the stairs behind them.
Three Elven Guards had already been severely wounded trying to force their way into the corridor below deck.
The elves believed every life was precious. The rangers did not want to sacrifice a single Elven Guard just to enter the lower deck, so