"I will bind that Norsca Dragon Ship, then Miss Trovik, please recall my guidance to you, use Ice Dragon's Breath, use frost to freeze the Dragon Ship within a circle. My requirement is that the circle must be as round as possible and must not touch the hull," Tygris first instructed Teresa.

"Understood." Teresa tightened her grip on the Magic Staff and immediately began preparing the Spell.

"Lady Bernadotte, please also recall my guidance to you. After Miss Trovik has frozen the Dragon Ship, please unleash the Meteor Fire Rain. My requirement is that the Meteor Fire Rain you release must sink the Dragon Ship, but must not touch Miss Trovik's circle of ice."

"I understand." Veronica, with her sweet and beautiful face now very serious, nodded, as Mana gathered at her fingertips.

While everyone was discussing, the Norsca Dragon Ship gradually approached. The Barbarians had already spotted the High Elf oceanic battleship. These Barbarians were fearless; their minds only considering how to plunder this giant ship and then set it ablaze to please the Evil God.

"Prepare~fire!" The Lothern Sea Guard and the dozens of eagle claw crossbow cannons on the ship fired simultaneously. The thick crossbow arrows and dense feathered arrows instantly took out dozens of Norsca Raiders. The Barbarian captain, commanding from the ship, was shocked and immediately ordered the Barbarians to accelerate towards the battleship.

"Amentok's Net." Tygris picked up Lilith's Moon Staff, reciting two lines of Spells, then gently tapped the deck with the staff's tip. The Wind of Light surged, and dozens of golden Mana threads bound the entire Norsca Dragon Ship. The Barbarians desperately turned the rudder and tried to cut these threads with their swords, but it was futile.

"Miss Trovik?"

"Ice Dragon's Breath!" After chanting for several minutes, Teresa released the Eighth Ring Magic, Ice Dragon's Breath. A spell-formed giant dragon made of Ice Energy soared overhead from the female sorcerer's head, flying with a threatening pressure towards the Dragon Ship. After spanning hundreds of meters, the Ice Dragon opened its mouth, exhaling a massive gust of frost that circled around the Dragon Ship.

Teresa concentrated all her attention, sweat soon appearing on her forehead. The idea she had been taught from birth was to cast Spells directly at the target, and once launched, not to care about them afterward. Ice Dragon's Breath is typically a straight line attack; now requiring her to control her Mana subsequently was rather difficult, but she knew she had to master it.

She couldn't allow anyone to underestimate her! She must become stronger to remain by Laine's side!

The Ice Dragon's Breath etched an oval on the sea's surface, encircling the Dragon Ship. The glaciers formed on the sea trapped the Dragon Ship, leaving the Barbarians in a dire position. Some began jumping into the water to survive.

"Meteor Fire Rain!" Veronica's Spell arrived—the sky became cloud-covered, heat waves rolled as several meteors fell from high above, spewing black smoke and burning with fiery red gas waves, striking the Norsca Dragon Ship fiercely.

A violent explosion occurred on the Dragon Ship, the meteors snapping masts, collapsing the deck, and penetrating the cabin. The smoke from the explosions engulfed the entire Dragon Ship.

Veronica gritted her teeth as she continued to release more meteors. Three meteors were not enough to completely destroy such a massive Dragon Ship, so the Jialan Witch summoned three more to ensure the ship's hull was utterly demolished, nearly depleting all her Mana.

"Help!"

"Not good! The bilge is flooding!"

"The ship is sinking!"

"Abandon ship!"

The Barbarians continued to wail. Dozens of crossbow arrows and hundreds of feathered arrows fired from the Elf battleship again attacked these unfortunate Barbarians. The Dragon Ship's hull broke in the middle, with legions of Barbarians killed, and all fell silent. On the sea's surface, only the smoking wreck of the Norsca Dragon Ship and an oval-shaped iceberg remained.

Teresa, having released the Magic, was drenched in sweat. Her legs weakened, nearly collapsing, but Laine immediately embraced her waist. Veronica, panting heavily, leaned on Laine, awaiting Tygris's assessment.

"Not bad." Tygris was silent for a moment before nodding. "For humans, this level is already quite good. Reflect on the Magic Wind; come find me if you have questions."

"Continue forward, Asur."

"Yes!"