The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

He just roared once, so why did this black dragon tuck its tail and run away?

Could it be that his aura of dominance had become so obvious that even a black dragon could be scared away?

Attilan was immersed in the wonderful victory of scaring away the black dragon and couldn't forget it for a long time. It was still the werepanther who noticed him slowing down and hurriedly jumped up and down inside the sea dragon shield.

"Don't slow down, speed up and rush forward! Didn't you see that the city walls have been broken? If we don't go over there, the people inside will die!"

Attilan had a smug smile on his face.

"Don't worry, now that I'm here, there's hope for the old and weak elves in this city to survive."

"Don't brag. That black dragon isn't a powerful character in itself. The reason it dares to attack this city is because the dark elves are emboldening it from behind."

"That's not right. You stay in the forest and desert all day long. Aside from playing, you don't even bother to regulate nature. How could you know so much about the black dragon hundreds of kilometers away?"

"It's all Vareesa told me! Also! I don't just know how to play. In the past two years, I personally planted a lavender field outside the Yellow Sand Pass. Even Grand Master Jaina praised me for being serious!"

Looking at the proud werepanther, Attilan shook his head and didn't expose her. Compared to the previous werepanther, personally planting a grassland was indeed a rare achievement.

But compared to the other druids in the forest, like the Wine Woman and the Eagle King, diligence definitely couldn't be used to describe the werepanther.

Attilan flew over the city and immediately saw Vareesa, who was approaching the ruins of the building, jumping, running, and constantly firing arrows to hunt down tall enemies, rescuing the old and weak from the fate of being slaughtered.

Compared to when he met her before falling asleep, Attilan felt that Vareesa's arrows were even more powerful.

The arrows were attached with wind elements, and one arrow could penetrate the magic shield of a dark elf mage, scrapping a mage who had been painstakingly trained.

Unfortunately, Vareesa was quickly entangled by a dark elf warrior wielding dual blades. If Vareesa didn't know a little bow fighting technique, her snow-white neck would have been cut open by the sharp blade.

The werepanther also saw the dangerous situation Vareesa was in and hurriedly punched the shield.

"Open the shield quickly, I want to go down and help Vareesa!"

Attilan glanced at her faintly.

"It's so high. If I open the shield and let you down, you'll probably fall directly into werepanther sauce. Let me save her."

Vibrating his wings, Attilan made a rapid dive. Bright lightning flashed at the corner of his mouth, and a huge bolt of lightning was swiftly fired from his mouth, directly turning a tall murloc next to the dual-blade warrior into charcoal.

"Crap! How did I miss! !"

Although the werepanther was very worried about the safety of her good sister Vareesa, she couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the scene where Attilan even spat the dragon breath off course.

"Is it okay? Did you really just sleep for two years? You can't even use the most basic dragon breath anymore?"

Attilan was speechless. He didn't expect that the speed at which the dragon's body grew spontaneously during sleep would be so great that the power of the dragon's breath was a little out of control, extending forward a short four or five meters.

He didn't hit the dual-blade warrior he wanted to hit, but instead accidentally hit the murloc who was holding an iron spear and preparing to sneak attack Vareesa. Looking at the murloc's size, attire, and weapons, his status in the black dragon army should not be low.

"It's bad, the chief was struck to death by the dragon's lightning, everyone run away!"

A short, sly-eyed murloc kicked away the old elf he had killed, stuffed the exquisite elf ornaments he had snatched into his tattered clothes, and shouted with a broken gong voice.

His footsteps didn't stop for a moment, bypassing the dark elves who occupied important buildings in the city, and tactically retreated at the fastest speed along the road he had planned in advance.

Seeing that the black dragon had run away, the dark elves naturally didn't dare to face the dragon's might directly, especially the fleeing dragons, they couldn't block their way, but the black dragon's minions were originally cannon fodder they bought with money.

Their lives had already been sold to the dark elves by the black dragon who had collected the money.

Now these murlocs, lizardmen, snakemen, and kobolds wanted to run away. A spider-turned elf waved the staff in her hand and directly drained a murloc into a mummy.

"Whoever dares to run, this is his fate! I allow you to kill through the elf city and retreat from the west and south gates of the city!"

The spider-turned elf matriarch didn't allow the black dragon army to retreat, but the dark elves under her command tied up the strong wood elf males and the beautiful wood elf girls and women with ropes, and dragged them away from the east gate.

Looking at the huge dragon body and the emerald green dragon scales in the sky, the dark elf matriarch was actually a little flustered in her heart.

"Matriarch, do you want me to take people up to block the bronze dragon and buy time for the slave-catching troops to retreat?"

The matriarch smiled brightly.

"No, every one of our dark elves is precious. Let them stop killing the old and weak wood elves, grab them all and let them act as our shields."

"The kind bronze dragon will not destroy the allied wood elves together in order to eliminate us. After all, the bronze dragon is so hypocritical, even if the wood elves ask him to do so."

"The kind bronze dragon will not do this either. They are unwilling to tear off the skin of this righteous messenger."

The sword-wielding warrior also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not a loyal man, but at this dangerous moment, if he didn't take the initiative to show his loyalty, waiting for the spider matriarch to safely return to the underground city.

Waiting for him will be endless leather whips and torture.

There was no way, the status of male dark elves was not necessarily higher than that of tamed wood elf female slaves. A mid-level combat professional like him was just an advanced cannon fodder.

Male dark elf mages barely escaped the category of cannon fodder and slaves.

Looking at the bronze dragon in the sky, spitting lightning again and easily turning seven or eight dark elf warriors who were throwing javelins into the air into charcoal, the sword-wielding warrior sighed secretly in his heart.

If he could rely on such an imposing bronze dragon, the sword-wielding warrior believed that with his swordsmanship skills, it would definitely be no problem to mix with people.

Following the spider matriarch, even being a dog can't eat hot food.

It's a pity, the bronze dragon who considers himself noble and righteous is impossible to accept evil dark elves as dependents. Originally, he thought that if the black dragon could become successful, finding a way to rely on the black dragon would also be a good choice.

The black dragon's subordinates are all fools. If he goes, he will definitely be able to become a general commanding the army.

But just now, the bronze dragon just roared, and the black dragon was so scared that he fled in panic. It is estimated that only stupid humanoid tribes would be intimidated by her dragon might and choose to serve her.

Anyway, the sword-wielding warrior saw through it today. There is no good end to relying on the black dragon. If he really betrays the spider matriarch and relies on the black dragon, he may be sold back to the spider matriarch by the black dragon.

Thanks to the bronze dragon, otherwise he would be dead.

The sword-wielding warrior really wanted to run away. There was no way, the spider matriarch was too perverted. His back was now full of scars from the leather whip. It is estimated that the old scars at the beginning have been covered by new scars and cannot be seen at all.

She would use a small leather whip when she was unhappy, and another small leather whip when she was happy, even with more strength than when she was unhappy. After the beating, she had to do that with the spider matriarch. The sword-wielding warrior really couldn't get over that psychological hurdle.

He felt that he was becoming more and more weak when he was doing that with the spider matriarch, and he would be demoted sooner or later because he couldn't satisfy the spider matriarch.

Today, those slave dark elf warriors were killed by the bronze dragon's lightning dragon breath. Tomorrow, it may be him. Even if he is not killed by the bronze dragon, he doesn't think he can block a few of Vareesa's arrows.

That dual-blade warrior's level is a little higher than him. Why was he sent to assassinate Vareesa? Isn't it because he can't talk as well as him and doesn't serve the spider matriarch as well as him.

Now that the bronze dragon has arrived, the dual blades are entangled by the ranger general and have no way to escape. It is destined to be killed by the bronze dragon. Unlike him, he can retreat under the cover of the old and young wood elves.

Just as the sword-wielding warrior was capturing wood elves as hostages, Attilan was flying at low altitude, trying to spit dragon breath to familiarize himself with his current power.

Because of his arrival, the dark elves and black dragon's minions no longer acted in groups, just because he kept spitting dragon breath at places with many people.

The ranger troops, which were clearly only left with more than two thousand people, instead occupied a numerical advantage on the local battlefield. More than a dozen people acted together, annihilating the scattered enemy one by one.

Some clever guys used the surviving wood elves as hostages. Attilan really didn't spit dragon breath at them, and the remaining old and weak in this city had a chance to survive.

"Attilan, help Vareesa quickly!"

The dual-blade warrior is indeed worthy of being an elite selected by the spider matriarch. At the critical moment, he actually burst out with potential, slashing one knife after another at the same position on Vareesa's longbow.

Finally, he successfully cut the longbow made of magic wood in Vareesa's hand into two pieces. Fortunately, Vareesa still carried a short knife with her, otherwise she would have been killed.

A look of appreciation appeared in Attilan's eyes. He hovered in the sky. This dual-blade warrior fought against his dragon might and didn't even think about running away.

Instead, he continued to carry out the task of killing Vareesa. He was very satisfied with this state of mind and willpower. If possible, Attilan wanted to recruit the dual-blade warrior to work for him.

The drow elves and the wood elves, high elves, and other surface elf races are indeed at odds, but Attilan doesn't care. His Atlantis kingdom has unlimited tolerance.

As long as you can create value for the kingdom and are forever loyal, the kingdom will accept you and match you with appropriate benefits and treatment.

The dual-blade warrior's personal ability is good, but I don't know how his ability to lead troops is. I believe it shouldn't be too bad. After all, the dark elves in the underground city can still receive some education.

Unlike the generals under his command, they are all self-taught and have gradually experimented with troop-leading skills in war.

They knew how to lead troops, but if you asked them to impart their experience to their subordinates, they couldn't say a word. It wasn't that they were unwilling, but they didn't know how to explain it.

Having never read a book, they simply didn't know how to organize their thoughts.

Even Fisher, the most gifted leader among them, could only blurt out a few words, unable to convey the essence.

Attilan finally realized the importance of cultural education.

"Quickly, activate the shield!"

Attilan activated his shield after getting close to a building. The Leopard Woman transformed directly into a large purplish-black cat, skillfully gripping the edges of the building, swiftly approaching Vereesa.

Looking at the purplish-black cat, Attilan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Leopard Woman's transformation wasn't into a Shadow Leopard, nor a Forest Leopard, but something more like a fusion of the two leopards' strengths, using a higher level of energy as its core, transforming into a new magical form.

Attilan seemed to detect the scent of starlight. It seemed the Leopard Woman hadn't wasted her time in the past two and a half years.

He just didn't know how capable this Starlight Leopard was in combat.

"Sister, I've come to save you!"

The Leopard Woman's claws, imbued with purple starlight energy, fiercely struck at the dual-blade warrior, but the warrior nimbly twisted his body to evade, the blades in his hands swirling in response.

A sharp flash of blade light caused the Leopard Woman to reflexively retreat, but her back foot landed on empty air, and she tumbled awkwardly off the roof.

Attilan almost laughed out loud.

The Leopard Woman's talent was excellent, but her combat experience was still too lacking.

Vereesa sighed softly. Although the Leopard Woman's performance was embarrassing, her appearance had given Vereesa a chance to breathe.

"Attilan, don't worry about me. Go help everyone defeat the Dark Elf forces. We absolutely can't let anyone be taken to the underground city. Wood Elves must never become Drow slaves!"

Attilan gasped. He hadn't expected Vereesa to be so ruthless.

Attilan released a faint burst of lightning, temporarily forcing the dual-blade warrior back.

"Vereesa, the Dark Elves are already using your people as shields to block my attacks. If I attack again, they'll be turned into charcoal along with the Dark Elves."

"You also know that in this situation, the fate of those Wood Elves who are absolutely going to be captured will not be decided by my lightning, but by you and the arrows of your rangers."

As for whether the arrows should kill the Dark Elves and save the old and young, or kill the old and young to prevent them from becoming slaves of the Dark Elves, that decision was up to Vereesa.

"I'll help you hold off this warrior. You take the troops and pursue the Dark Elves."

"Thank you."

Jumping off the roof, Vereesa hooked her toe and picked up a longbow from the body of a fallen Wood Elf ranger. She tested its draw. Although it wasn't as good as her own,

an arrow shot out and pierced the throat of an unlucky Lizardman, saving a Wood Elf teenager wielding a broken sword and his younger sister behind him.

"Quick, hide!"

Traveling along the way, constantly gathering the rangers scattered throughout the city, Vereesa returned to her command post. Her deputy was leading over a hundred people, holding their ground in the fortress at the center of the city, which housed thousands of old and young.

The deputy's face was covered in blood and dirt. He had just fought off the last wave of the Dark Elves' assault, and now he just wanted to sit down and rest.

Then he saw Vereesa's figure jumping above the buildings, and the ranger units converging from all directions.

"Everyone, follow me and attack!"

The deputy quickly walked up to Vereesa.

"General, the Bronze Dragons have already come to help us. The Dark Elves have already retreated. We don't need to actively pursue them. In this battle, the ranger units have suffered too many casualties."

Vereesa glared at the deputy.

"Blow the horn and gather everyone at the East Gate. The Dark Elves have captured at least a thousand people. We are the ranger units that protect everyone. We absolutely cannot let the Dark Elves get away with this."

"Don't forget the responsibility of the ranger units. Even if we all die, we absolutely cannot let a single civilian be captured by the Dark Elves! If you say such a thing again, you will no longer be my deputy!"

The deputy slapped himself.

"Yes!"

Accompanied by the sound of the horn, more and more Elf rangers gathered behind Vereesa.

Vereesa didn't rashly pursue them out of the city. Carrying slaves, the Dark Elves' speed wasn't very fast, and the surviving civilians in the city also needed protection.

Therefore, Vereesa had to first clear the inside of the city.

Fortunately, because of Attilan's arrival, many Black Dragon followers circled the city and fled through the breached city walls. Most of the remaining enemies in the city were Dark Elves.

And the Dark Elves were all quickly gathering towards the East Gate.

Vereesa quickly led fifteen hundred rangers, caught up with the tail of the Dark Elves, and was ambushed by the Dark Elves near the East Gate.

Because of his earlier remarks, the deputy bravely charged to the front, and was directly shot into a hedgehog by the Dark Elves' arrows.

A mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out. The deputy grabbed Vereesa's hand.

"General, we can't… we can't chase them anymore. Leave some seeds for the ranger units… okay?"

Then his head tilted, and he died just like that?

Looking at the scattered soldiers around her, killed by magic bombardments and cold arrow attacks, Vereesa gritted her teeth and issued an order.

"All ranger cavalry, follow me and charge one more time! We must save everyone! Save our families!"

"Save our families!"

Even though there were only a thousand people left, Vereesa still gritted her teeth and led the troops to set out.

She no longer held any hope of safely bringing all the old and young back, but the fire in her heart couldn't be extinguished, she had to continue pursuing!

But this time, Vereesa would be more cautious.

This ambush was the work of the sword-wielding warrior.

The appearance of the Bronze Dragon did make the Dark Elves panic. Most of them retreated in a hurry, and the Wood Elf rangers saw everything.

They subconsciously believed that the Dark Elves wouldn't dare to continue fighting against the Bronze Dragon's dragon breath. The sword-wielding warrior used this mentality to launch a counterattack.

He was stronger than the dual-blade warrior, and it wasn't just in bed!

"You stay here and think about it. If you follow me, you can get the status and respect that you can't get in the Dark Elves' society. Here, you are a person. In the eyes of the Spider Matron, you are just a dog."

"Be a person, or be a dog, I think you should be able to figure it out!"

Attilan had just finished tying up the dual-blade warrior with vines when he heard the explosion from the East Gate. Attilan couldn't possibly not feel such obvious magical fluctuations.

The Leopard Woman transformed into a cuckoo and saw the situation clearly.

"It's bad, Attilan, we have to go help. Not only did those Dark Elves not run, but they also hid in the houses to ambush us. Vereesa was caught off guard."

The dual-blade warrior said:

"It must be that despicable and shameless guy, Svard. Only the insidious and cunning him could come up with this tactic under the pressure of the Bronze Dragon."

Anyone who could be called insidious and cunning by the Dark Elves must be very vile. Attilan narrowed his eyes slightly. Atlantis needed such talent.

"Is Svard a man or a woman?"

"A man. The current city lord hasn't yet inherited the position, but is one of the many daughters of the previous city lord. In order to defeat her other sisters, the city lord underwent a dangerous spider transformation ritual."

"She transformed her lower body into the appearance of a spider. Everyone was afraid to approach the city lord, but only he, not only wasn't afraid at all, but also slept with the city lord."

"…"

Attilan's eyes widened. He originally thought that only Zhu Bajie was a Spider-Riding Warrior, but he didn't expect that there was another talent.

Zhu Bajie was at least a pig, but this Svard was a true Spider-Riding Warrior.

"Stop talking, go help!"

Attilan raised his hand to stop the Leopard Woman.

"Understanding the enemy's intelligence is also very important. If we don't understand Svard, how can we save the Wood Elf civilians who were taken away?"

The dual-blade warrior curled his lips.

"Don't even think about it. Ever since transforming into a spider-elf, the city lord's personality has been distorted. Those Wood Elves, in her hands, have no second ending other than death."

"The only difference is how they die. It's better to let the Wood Elves shoot them all to death with a barrage of arrows than to be taken to the underground city."

If the Wood Elves were safely brought back, the unlucky ones would be the Wood Elves. If the Wood Elves weren't brought back, the unlucky ones would be all the Dark Elf males, and some low-status females.

At this time, even if Attilan went up to put pressure on them, it would be useless. The Dark Elves wouldn't give up resisting.

"Do you have any good suggestions? My general."

Attilan smiled and waved his hand to release the vines that bound the dual-blade warrior.

The dual-blade warrior knelt before Attilan.

"My master, the Spider Matron will not allow her spoils of war to escape. Now, death is their best ending."

Several thousand male Dark Elf warriors, hundreds of female Rose priestesses, and thousands of Gray Dwarf slave warriors, Attilan didn't think he could be a one-dragon army right now.

When he was young, he could play one-dragon-against-a-thousand among the gnolls, but that was because gnolls were trash.

Dark Elf warriors, Rose priestesses, Gray Dwarf mind mages, Attilan didn't think he could stop these elites.

Attilan also knew that they thought he was a Bronze Dragon, so they hurriedly retreated. If they really fought, he would be exposed.

"There are still some Dark Elves left in the city who didn't have time to escape. You go find them now, take them out of the gap in the North Gate, and then head directly north."

Attilan threw a magic crystal to the dual-blade warrior.

"Go to my territory. You may need to perform some tasks in the underground city later."

"Yes, Dragon Lord."

After instructing the dual-blade warrior, Attilan towed the Leopard Woman and caught up with Vereesa, but only hovered in the sky, and did not attack the Dark Elf lines that were using Wood Elves as shields.

In this situation, Attilan also wanted to know Vereesa's decision.