Solid Cannonballs trailed flames, tracing crimson arcs through the air.
The enemy ships' cannons were highly accurate. To protect the warships, the giant Sea Elemental took several hits. The arcane energy inside it churned chaotically, and its Binding Inscription nearly shattered.
Compared with the pirate fleet near Morris Town, the pirate fleet two nautical miles away was clearly several levels stronger.
Just seeing their accuracy made Rowan suck in a sharp breath.
After one barrage, seven of the eleven warships had lost their masts. Rowan could not help envying that accuracy.
Rumor had it that Freehold's pirates spent their lives at sea and rarely saw women. Clearly, there was some basis for their skill at firing their guns. At the very least, their aim was good.
While passing through the storm at sea, Rowan's fleet had been taking hits without being able to fight back. Now every soldier, crewman, and sailor was seething, ready to launch a fierce counterattack.
Rowan was grinding his teeth with hatred. As a future member of Kul Tiras's official parliament, he considered Freehold's pirates his mortal enemies. Besides, this pirate fleet had just been sitting on his head and shitting on him. Now he had only one thought-sink them!
"Tobin, contact Earl Terry. Have all warships maneuver independently. Make use of the Steam Warships' mobility and suppressive fire, and fire at will. I want to drown them in cannonballs," Rowan ordered.
Earl Terry was currently commanding the fleet, so Rowan could only make suggestions. At this stage, however, Rowan's tactics were undoubtedly the most practical, most effective way to counterattack.
"Captain Terry, Young Master Rowan suggests that our warships fight independently and fire at will, fully exploiting the Steam Warships' suppressive fire and speed advantage," the messenger reported to Earl Terry.
Standing at the bow,