On the vast open seas, several fleets of towering lumber vessels rode through gallantly.
"Hee-Ho! Hee-Ho!"
The Holy Battlefords stood before the many rowing captives, whipping and ordering them about with blood shot eyes.
The slaves had no way to resist, paddling even faster for fear that the devilish whip would fall on them.
The tension, the pressure and the heat all bundled up in one could make anyone faint in a split second.
However, these rowers knew that should they dare to faint at this time, their bodies would get thrown overboard, never to be seen or heard of again.
"Hee-Ho! Hee-Ho!"
Such simple expressions had magical effects in the ears of the slaves.
Their hands couldn't stop quivering, their bodies became obedient and their bodies grew more active, rowing away while knowing their very existence depended on it.
