"The elves' warships are here! Holy crap! Why aren't they using cannons?"
At the edge of the combat zone, aboard a low-flying command airship, Five-Wheel peered down at the sea battle through a periscope. He soon spotted the Amastacia Fleet entering the fray, guided by the merfolk, and carrying out a bombing run to split the enemy forces. But the weapons the elves were using left the veteran baffled.
On those rather unusual, single-piece wooden warships, elven sailors were operating strange weapons fixed to the decks. They looked a lot like cannons, but were made entirely of wood. Five-Wheel adjusted the periscope's resolution and saw the elves loading strange seeds into them.
The whole process left the otherworldly veteran utterly bewildered. He had no idea what the elves were up to.
Not until he saw the elven warships fire.
At the signal of their armored commanders, who brought down their swords, the weapons on both sides of the ships fired in unison.
There was no gunpowder to accelerate the projectiles. The natural energy of the wooden hulls alone propelled the seeds from the "barrels" toward the sea. They seemed to have decent kinetic force, but when they hit the water, nothing exploded.
Five-Wheel watched as the seeds sank beneath the surface, unsure what the elves were trying to do. Then he noticed something stirring beneath the waves.
The fishmen scattered across the sea began fleeing in panicked groups from the "seed cannons" tossed into the water. The enormous seeds sprouted upon contact with the water, turning into something like wooden octopuses and beginning to hunt like mad.
The otherworldly veteran watched closely. The nearest seed swayed its barbed roots through the water like a vampire vine, stabbing every fishman that came near and draining its bodily fluids. Within minutes, the