Under the Red Dragon

Woo… Woo…

The loud sounds of horns and conch shells echoed across the sea once more, as the orcs, who had rested for the better part of the night, resumed their attack.

Warships sailed back into the bay, their sails billowing as they formed a sea wall, with countless two-masted gunboats patrolling on either side to provide escort.

The underwater Sahuagin, too, emerged in full force, swarming into the harbor with their overwhelming numbers, blocking every exit of the sunken ship wreckage, using their tridents and bodies to fight against the roaming white dragons.

The remaining Sahuagin dragged the sunken ships, pulling the shattered vessels into the deep sea.

The war arrived with the rising sun, even more intense than yesterday.

Unlike yesterday's defense, today the orcs were attacking with all their might. All the flagships, including the main ship where the orc legion commander Gann was located, had entered the bay without reservation.

"Fire at will, destroy this fragile castle, destroy everything before you, destroy all enemies!"

Amidst the roaring of the orc captains and the chaotic waving of flags, thousands of cannons and giant crossbows on the sea rampart fired almost simultaneously.

It was a sound more terrifying than the thunder in the sky, exploding with the light of death, intending to crush the enemies before them into pieces.

The roar of the heavy artillery could be heard for dozens of miles, and the whistling of the giant crossbows surpassed the roar of any ferocious beast.

Countless heavy hammers from the heavy artillery giants bombarded the sturdy castle, causing it to explode with scattered stone dust, injuring the archers hiding inside.

Countless giant crossbow bolts covered every part of the castle, piercing through it with intense buzzing sounds, like spears of death, piercing every enemy who dared to retaliate, shattering their bodies and splattering their flesh.

The originally solid castle walls were now not only full of potholes but also had cracks gradually appearing and spreading like a spider web.

"Damn it, the base of my Iron Maiden has been blown up, I need to fix it. There's no time, someone come and help me hold it up!"

A tall, green-skinned gunner shouted loudly, although his voice was quickly drowned out by the continuous bombardment. His companion, hiding in the corner, rushed over and used his body to support the heavy gun barrel.

Boom!

A lucky heavy artillery shell passed through a ground-level window and exploded next to the green-skinned gunner, blasting him and his companion directly into pieces.

"Tch," an elven archer leaning against the castle wall spat out a mouthful of blood. The continuous cannon fire had already caused some internal injuries to these elven archers.

However, during the brief pauses in the bombardment, these elven archers still fearlessly stood up from the window lookout, drew their longbows, and gave the enemies weak but resolute counterattacks with their sharp arrows.

On the cliffs on both sides of the harbor, several meters of the cliff face had been cracked and collapsed by the heavy artillery bombardment. Many unlucky gunners and archers, who were too close to the cliff, fell into the sea along with the collapsing cliff.

A troll crossbowman hid his head behind a cannon, dodging the artillery fire from the sea. When the firing stopped, he raised his head from behind the cannon and shouted loudly to his companion, "Quickly load the cannonballs, I'm going to give them a taste of the power of my cannon."

But there was no response for a long time. The troll turned around and saw that his companion, the kobold responsible for loading and transporting cannonballs, had been pierced by a black crossbow bolt and hung on a tree stump not far away.

"Damn it, these damn bastards," the troll roared, limping back to retrieve the cannonballs, load them, and ignite the flames.

The sun gradually rose, and the weather began to get hot, but what was even more unsettling was the increasingly fierce battlefield.

The blue dragon Akz'hel's massive body stood on the outer city wall of the Golden City, overlooking the battle taking place on the sea.

Although after a night's rest, the blue dragon's body had recovered most of its strength, its nearly exhausted magic had not yet recovered.

Therefore, the blue dragon Akz'hel did not unleash the light of thunder upon the orcs today, but instead guarded the Golden City.

Around the blue dragon, hundreds of elven archers wearing leather armor and hundreds of green-skinned kobold musketeers stood on the long city wall.

Suniya, the former centaur girl and now the commander of the archer regiment, patrolled the city wall, inspecting the archers' equipment.

Teams of orderly spellcasters, holding amplifying staffs and wearing uniform robes, hid in every narrow pass and watchtower of the city wall, ready to go.

Behind the city wall were countless silent warriors. The mixed legion led by the barbarian Gib and the dire wolf battle group led by the gnoll Ygg were already fully armed and lined up neatly.

Thousands of weapons flashing with cold light, thousands of dark armors, the sound of steel colliding into a continuous clang, reflecting the light of death under the sunlight, like a steel jungle.

"It's time to retreat," the blue dragon Akz'hel stood on all fours on the high observation platform, looking towards the distant sea.

There, countless fish-men leaped in the sea, the tide pushing countless corpses rolling and spinning on the sea, as if there was a huge vortex in the deep sea, specializing in devouring these flesh and blood bodies.

A layer of red seawater emerged from the sea-eye vortex, gradually dyeing the surrounding sea area red.

Even at such a distance, the blue dragon Akz'hel could still feel the strong and suppressed magical fluctuations in that place.

This magical fluctuation became more and more intense, driving the rolling tide into a surging wave dozens of meters high. Under the life and a large amount of blood sacrifice of those Sahuagin priestesses and spellcasters, it finally reached its peak.

Rumble!

A huge arm, like a fish's fin, rose from the sea-eye vortex, followed by a ferocious and evil shark head like the most evil blood.

The rolling waves rose high, turning into seawater tornadoes, constantly condensing into the body of this huge and terrifying monster. A powerful pressure and aura rose on the sea, until the entire monster's body completely stepped out of the sea-eye.

"Retreat, let the warriors in the castle retreat immediately!"

The blue dragon Akz'hel roared loudly, looking at the seawater giant dozens of meters, nearly a hundred meters high in the distance, the avatar of the shark god Sekolah.

The blue dragon's roar was deafening, and the soldiers also blew the retreat horn.

The horn sounded loud and clear, and the sound with magical effects entered the ears of every warrior.

The white dragons in the seabed ruins climbed up from the shore, shaking off the black liquid attached to their bodies. The young red dragon Cadiroth hung upside down on the castle, stretching out his slender neck and probing his ferocious head into the dark castle, shouting loudly, "The retreat horn has sounded, it's time to retreat, brave warriors."

One by one, the archers shot their arrows and then quietly withdrew from the castle. The huge shaking on the sea and the surging waves rising dozens of meters high made them understand that this stronghold could no longer provide them with defense.

And that seawater giant, the avatar of the shark god Sekolah, drove the waves, scattering any enemies who dared to block him.

Even the orcs' artillery ships, daring to stand in front of this giant, were mercilessly swept into the air by the giant and then smashed into pieces under the heavy waves.

The rumbling of the tide and the rolling waves were more terrifying than the sound of ten thousand horses galloping on the grassland. The body of the shark god Sekolah stepped into the harbor on the waves, and the seawater in the entire sea area rose by more than ten meters.

Countless Sahuagin rose and fell in the tide, following the steps of this giant to launch an attack, but the Sahuagin who had previously entered the harbor were slapped on the seabed cliffs and reefs by the waves. Some unlucky fish-men were even thrown out of the sea and stepped to death by the shark god's giant body.

This is the shark god Sekolah, you just summon him, and he only cares about destruction.

Bang!

Sekolah's seawater incarnation raised his arm composed of water and slammed it down heavily, smashing several sunken ships floating on the sea into pieces. The broken hulls and shattered pieces of wood flew everywhere.

After the shark god Sekolah's incarnation stepped into the harbor, the orc fleet had already stopped shelling the harbor, making way to avoid misunderstandings.

But in that white castle, the roar of flames still echoed. In the third-floor window of the castle, two green-skinned gunners were still stubbornly loading and firing.

Even though the elven archers beside them had successively withdrawn, they still shouted loudly with fanaticism, "There's still time, we can fire another shot, quickly, I want to give that big guy another shot."

"Oh, insignificant life, you actually possess such great courage, daring to attack the great god!"

The shark god Sekolah, who was bombarded by cannonballs, suddenly had a flexible expression on his originally dull face. He stepped heavily and came to this low castle, lowered his head, and put his eyes to the window on the third floor of the castle, wanting to see these insignificant lives.

"Kill you, ugly big guy," the green-skinned gunner, trembling with fear from the giant's aura, tremblingly lit the cannon, and the cannonball shot out, directly piercing the seawater giant's eyes, turning back into a ball of water and dripping down.

Roar!

"Damn little things, you have angered me!"

The seawater giant was not injured, but he became furious. He raised his head, hugged the castle with his huge arms, and began to shake it.

The solid castle began to be shaken and vibrated by the giant, and small cracks gradually expanded, spreading like spider webs.

Crack, crack, the entire castle began to tilt, and the huge pressure and external force caused the huge castle to collapse. Countless huge stones fell into the sea, splashing heavy water.

The two terrified green-skinned gunners hugged each other, shivering and shouting, "We are going to die, we are going to die!"

But one of the green-skinned gunners suddenly came back to his senses. He shouted loudly, "We're going to die anyway, why don't we fire another shot at him."

His companion also woke up, a crazy smile appeared on his ugly face, and he laughed loudly, "Then let's fire the last shot and let this ugly big guy taste our power."

The constantly vibrating castle made it difficult for the two green skins to move, but they still tremblingly loaded the cannonballs, lit the fuse, and made the final roar.

Boom, the roar of the cannon and the collapse of the castle echoed with the final aftersound.

In a daze, the two falling green skins saw the dragon's sanctuary on the distant mountain peaks.

Countless heroic spirits were surrounding and discussing, including kobolds, gnolls, centaurs, and elves, but no green-skinned goblins.

But at this moment, they all turned their gazes over and showed smiles, as if they were welcoming them.

"The Dragon's Sanctuary, will there be green-skinned figures in the future!" In the last second before being swallowed by death, the two green skins' minds were not filled with fear, but with this sentence echoing.

"Destruction," the nearly 100-meter-tall seawater giant roared, shaking and collapsing the huge and solid castle, as if stepping on a toy. He slapped the remaining main body of the castle away, roaring fiercely.

But he was not satisfied, but trampled all the sunken ships blocking the road in the harbor, turning them into pieces of wood, smashing the abandoned ships on the sea, and throwing them away.

He stepped over the black sea in the harbor, drove the tide and landed on the coast, turning the coast into a new ocean.

"Let me bring you destruction, death is your final destination,"

The shark god Sekolah stepped towards the Golden City with the surging waves. The long city wall was filled with countless soldiers, and the smell of fear from many soldiers made this seawater giant feel a sense of pleasure.

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But he did not notice that as he approached the Golden City, the tide he drove became shorter and shorter, and his huge body was constantly losing seawater, and he was constantly getting shorter.

Until this seawater giant was still two hundred meters away from the Golden City, the tide he drove was already a thin layer, and his body was completely stepping on the ground.

Whoosh,

The shark god's seawater incarnation collapsed like splashing water, scattering all over the ground. Under the scouring of a large amount of condensed seawater, the magic-banishing runes buried deep in the soil were faintly revealed.

"This group of trash," the seawater giant's head fell to the ground and then scattered into crystal clear water.

But the soldiers on the city wall did not cheer for this. They looked at the orc fleet that had already entered the harbor and the still undiminished Sahuagin, and began to raise the longbows in their hands and light the arrows.

The blue dragon Akz'hel raised his sharp claws, and Suniya also raised the longbow in her hand that was lit, and shouted loudly, "Prepare!"

"Prepare!"

The messengers around her who heard her voice responded at the same time.

"Prepare!"

More soldiers heard and shouted in unison.

"Spellcaster Legion, prepare!"

Ships broke through the waves and sailed into the harbor. They were already starting to adjust their hulls, and they would be able to land on the shore with the cover of artillery fire.

Countless Sahuagin jumped out of the black sea that exuded a strong, pungent smell, shaking their heads to get rid of the sticky liquid on their heads. They wanted to use their absolute numbers to overwhelm this city wall.

"Raise," Suniya raised the longbow in her hand, wanting to shoot her arrow further.

"Raise," countless soldiers shouted loudly, while raising the longbows in their hands at the same time.

"Shoot!"

Suniya released the bowstring, and the burning rocket mixed into the sky full of fire lines, and under the push of the magic wind, it plunged towards the distant sea.

Countless Sahuagin quietly shrank their bodies back into the sea, and some fools raised the tridents in their hands, wanting to slap away these seemingly light arrows.

The orc ships were utterly unguarded. At this distance, even without magical aid to accelerate the arrows, they watched with excitement the seemingly towering city walls, their weapons already trembling in their hands.

But the next second, countless fire arrows plunged into the sea, yet did not extinguish, igniting the surface like a prairie fire.

Points connected into lines, lines into sheets, and the firelight spread rapidly, transforming the ocean into a sea of fire, burning fiercely.

The entire harbor became an inferno in an instant, with many Sahuagin warriors also ignited, thrashing about in the fiery sea.

The fireline spread rapidly. The larger orc ships had spellcasters who were attempting to extinguish the encroaching fire sea with magic, but the orcs on the smaller gunboats could only watch helplessly as their ships caught fire.

The black oil, fortified with potent ingredients by the scholars, could ignite even these damp hulls, while the ships behind were still congested in the harbor entrance, causing some of the smaller gunboats to dart about haphazardly on the sea.

"Have the fishmen spellcasters stir up the waves and extinguish these flames!" the orc flagship commander roared.

The orc messenger hurriedly communicated with the fishmen leader, urging them to redirect the waves to extinguish the flames on the sea.

However, this viscous black oil, enhanced with magical materials, could only be extinguished by completely isolating it from the air or by completely covering the burning layer with a massive amount of seawater.

The waves pushed by the fishmen spellcasters could only extinguish the fire near the shore, and the waves only raised the waterline in the foremost sea area. They could not summon a tidal storm like the avatar of the shark god Sekolah.

Therefore, they could only roll the waves bit by bit, extinguishing the flames on the sea surface.

By the time the flames on the sea were completely extinguished, more than a dozen ships had already been burned and sunk, and the orcs on board had become charred floating corpses, drifting on the sea with the corpses of the fishmen.

But the orc legion commander and the Sahuagin prince did not care about this loss. They sounded the horn of attack. The flagships lined up in front of the harbor and began to bombard the walls of the Golden City, providing cover for their warriors to land.

The ordnance, crossbows, and gun barrels from ship after ship were being dismantled and brought ashore to be reinstalled and assembled, which also required a defensive perimeter.

"We must destroy their anti-magic field and completely eliminate it, otherwise many cannons and spellcasters will have difficulty exerting their proper effect," the orc legion commander, Gann, said with a cold expression on his face. He waved his thick arm slightly and said indifferently, "Send out the Penitent Legion, and launch the attack!"

The Sahuagin began to land, wielding their harpoons and tridents. Densely packed orcs and fishmen surged from the ships and beneath the sea onto the shore, advancing towards the Golden City as the vanguard.

The sound of steel blades grinding against iron, and the deafening shouts, were like a surging wave, about to engulf the city.

The range of the magical heavy cannons barely covered the entire area from the landing point to the walls of the Golden City. The roaring heavy cannons fell, and with the impact of thousands upon thousands of enemies, even the earth trembled slightly.

The Blue Dragon Akz roared, "Spellcasters, magical barriers!"

The centaur warrior Suniya also roared loudly, "Archers, get ready! Musketeers, get ready!"

The guard commander also shouted loudly, "Cannons ready, crossbows aim!"

The Blue Dragon and the spellcaster legion released magic simultaneously, raising magical shields. The next moment, the attacks of the heavy cannons arrived with a thunderous roar, like falling stars piercing the sky.

Boom!

Layers of magical barriers rippled intensely, and the well-organized spellcaster legion fully maintained their magic output, welcoming one heavy cannon strike after another.

The sea breeze carried the stench of tens of thousands of people, so strong that it made people want to vomit. The warriors on the city walls could no longer count how many enemies there were, but they unhesitatingly drew their bows to the full and aimed at the tide of enemies.

"Free fire!" the centaur warrior gave the order. The magic longbow in his hand also shot out the whistling sound of death, mingled with countless screaming words of the dead.

The roar of cannons and the shriek of giant crossbows also sounded at the same time.

The sky was filled with a rain of arrows like dark clouds, pressing down on the faces of the orcs and fishmen. These fishmen wore no armor, and most of the orc vanguard wore only leather armor, making them fragile targets in front of these excellent archers.

Large numbers of orcs and fishmen were shot down, and few could stand up again, because even if they were not fatally injured, they would be trampled to death by the orcs surging up from behind. Once an attack was launched on the battlefield, there was only advance, no retreat.

The mixed musketeers could penetrate the bodies of these orcs and fishmen with every shot, driving the bullets deep into the flesh of the enemy.

Although this kind of musket that could only fire once was not as fast as a bow and arrow, it was extremely powerful, and almost no enemy could survive the shot, even the orcs, whose vitality was many times stronger than that of humans.

And the deterrent power of the cannons was even greater than these muskets. Each exploding cannonball burst with scattered iron nails and caltrops, and each crossbow bolt could string an entire row of dense enemies into a string of candied haws.

Rows of enemies fell like grass being cut down, but there were too many orcs and fishmen. They began to rush to the trenches, trying to break through this simple defense.

The orcs in the rear were destroying and clearing the buried anti-magic rune stones, but the dragon's warriors no longer had time to care about them.

Rumble! The gates of the Golden City finally opened on their own. The jungle of steel and iron, the warriors of blood and fire, gripped the sharp, bloodthirsty blades in their hands and charged!