Lin Yun noticed someone aboard the Ship of Misfortune, holding a bloody great axe and watching the battle without joining in.
Yes, that was the Herald of Death. In a way, his reasoning was much the same as the Greenskins' assumption about Lin Yun.
He simply didn't feel there were any worthy opponents around, and couldn't be bothered to fight.
Although Lin Yun hadn't realized that the man was the "legendary" Herald of Death, he kept watching. After all, from what he could tell, the Greenskins could still hold out.
Besides, Lin Yun hadn't forgotten that the High Elf fleet was still behind them.
Granted, he had only guessed that. He hadn't seen the High Elf fleet at all when he came out.
But Lin Yun knew there had to be a High Elf fleet back there.
After all, in Lin Yun's view, on these seas, the only fleet that could stand against the Chaos Fleet was the High Elf fleet—not to mention the Fear Fleet he had encountered.
Besides, even if something really did go wrong, it wouldn't matter much. Lin Yun had a brilliant plan.
That was... after wrecking the enemy's ships, he'd just make a run for it.
Truly, the Chosen Tzeentch Chaos Sorcerers lived up to their name. Almost all of them had extremely powerful spellcasting abilities.
It hadn't even been thirty seconds since they'd cast a large-scale curse, yet they were already able to cast another spell.
The Magic Wind was chaotic here, but it seemed the Chosen Tzeentch Chaos Sorcerers didn't care at all. With the power of Tzeentch at their disposal, they could easily harness the chaotic Magic Wind, just as if they were casting an ordinary spell.
In fact, thanks to the chaotic Magic Wind, they had an especially abundant supply to