Fortunately, the Undead army's magic ships had surrounded them by then. Their magic cannons packed plenty of punch, but their aim was worse than the Amnians'. They relied entirely on their rapid rate of fire.
In the time it took the Amnians to fire once, the Undead could fire ten shots in succession.
Still, their favorite tactic was to ram their ships straight into the enemy warships, then board them to fight.
Why bother with a battle between ships?
Guns against guns and blades against blades were far more satisfying!
The Black Rose ship's crew had been enjoying the show when they received orders to launch an all-out attack... and to make the fighting as fierce as possible.
The plans Xue Yunfeng had considered countless times for withdrawing from the Moonshadow Isles had become so much wastepaper in the face of six hundred jin of adamantine. What they needed now was... to divert the other factions' attention until the temple forces that could help shoulder the pressure from powerful enemies arrived.
So Nimbror Island could no longer remain behind the scenes. Instead, they had to make everything they had done earlier look like an attempt to conceal the treasure on Nimbror Island.
The Undead were not afraid of a fight, anyway. They were just a little worried that some excessively powerful archmage might suddenly abandon all shame... the Black Robes, for instance, or Mystra's Chosen, especially Alustriel and her band of sisters.
The Undead themselves would be fine. If they wiped, they could go back and bring along a big shot... not Hill, of course, who had never cared about such a trifling sum.
They believed the three up on the Floating Castle would certainly lend them a hand without hesitation if it meant a substantial windfall for their temples.