Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 178 Small but Great

Woo...woo...

The loud sounds of horns and conch shells rang out again on the sea, and the orcs, who had rested for most of the night, launched a new attack.

One after another, the warships re-entered the bay, forming a wall on the sea with their sails fluttering in the wind, and countless brigs were patrolling on both sides to provide escort.

The underwater Shahua fishmen came out in full force, pouring into the harbor with their absolute numerical advantage, blocking every exit of the shipwreck ruins, using the harpoons in their hands and their bodies to fight against the wandering white dragon.

The rest of the Shahua fishmen were dragging the sunken ships, pulling the broken ships into the deep sea.

The battle came at sunrise, more fierce than yesterday.

Unlike yesterday's defense, the orcs today have launched an all-out attack. All flagships, including the main ship where the orc legion commander Garn is, have sailed into the bay without reservation.

"Open fire with all your might, destroy this fragile castle, destroy everything in sight, and destroy all enemies!"

Amid the roars of the orc captains and the fluttering flags, thousands of cannons and giant crossbows on the gables on the sea opened fire almost at the same time.

This was a sound more terrifying than the thunder in the sky, exploding with the flames of death, ready to shatter the enemy in front of it.

The roar of heavy artillery can be heard dozens of miles away, and the whistling of giant crossbows is louder than any roaring beast.

Countless heavy artillery giants' hammers bombarded the sturdy castle, blasting it into scattered stone powder and injuring the archers hiding in the castle.

Countless giant crossbows covered all parts of the castle, and with violent buzzing sounds, they were nailed into the castle, like spears of death, piercing through every enemy who dared to fight back and spy, penetrating their bodies and splattering their flesh and blood.

The castle's originally solid and integrated walls were now not only full of potholes, but also had cracks that were gradually appearing on the castle and beginning to spread like a spider web.

"Damn it, the base of my iron girl was blown up and needs to be fixed again. It's too late. Someone come and help me hold it up."

A tall green-skinned gunner shouted loudly, and although his voice was soon drowned out by the continuous bombardment, his companions hiding in the corner still rushed over and used their bodies to support the heavy cannon barrel.

boom,
A heavy artillery shell luckily passed through the floor-to-ceiling window and exploded next to the greenskinned gunner, blowing the greenskinned gunner and his companion to pieces.

"Pooh,"

An elf archer leaning against the castle wall spat out blood. The continuous bombardment had caused some damage to the internal organs of these elf archers.

But in the brief lull in the roar, these elven archers still stood out from the window balconies fearlessly, pulled the longbows in their hands, and used the sharp arrows in their hands to give the enemies a weak but resolute counterattack.

On the cliffs on both sides of the harbor, several meters of cliffs had been cracked and collapsed by heavy artillery bombardment. Many unlucky gunners and shooters fell into the sea because they were too close to the cliffs.

A troll crossbowman hid his head behind the cannon to avoid the bombardment from the sea. When the bombardment stopped, he raised his head from behind the cannon and shouted to his companions: "Hurry up and load the shells. I want to fire one at them and let them see the power of my cannon."

But no one responded for a long time. The troll looked back and saw that his companion, the ogre who was responsible for loading and transporting the shells, had been pierced by a black crossbow arrow and was hanging on a tree stump not far away.

"Damn, these damn bastards," the troll roared, limping back to pick up the shells and reload, igniting the flames of the artillery fire.

The sun gradually rose higher and the weather began to get hot, but what made people even more restless was the increasingly intense battlefield.

The huge body of the blue dragon Akzi stood on the outer wall of the Golden City, overlooking the battle taking place on the sea.

Although the blue dragon's body had recovered to most of its original state after a night's rest, its almost exhausted magic power had not yet recovered.

Therefore, the blue dragon Akzi did not spread the power of thunder to the orcs today, but sat in the Golden City.

Around the blue dragon, on the long city walls, stood hundreds of elven archers wearing leather armor and hundreds of musketeers mixed with green-skinned ogres.

Sonia, the former centaur girl and now the leader of the Archery Corps, was patrolling on the city wall, inspecting the weapons of these archers.

Well-organized teams of spellcasters, holding amplified staffs and wearing uniform robes, hid under every pass and watchtower in the city wall, ready to go.

Behind the city wall were countless silent warriors. The mixed army led by the barbarian Gib and the wolf regiment led by the gnoll Yugu were already fully armed and lined up in neat rows.

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

"It's time to retreat," Blue Dragon Akzi stood on all fours on the high observation tower, looking at the distant sea.

There, countless fishmen were leaping in the tide, and the tide pushed countless corpses on the sea surface to roll and spin, as if there was a huge whirlpool in the deep sea, specifically devouring these flesh and blood bodies.

A layer of red sea water emerged from the whirlpool sea eye, gradually dyeing the surrounding sea red.

Even though they were so far away, the blue dragon Akzi could still feel the strong and suppressed magic fluctuations in that place.

The fluctuations of this spell became more and more violent, driving the rolling tides into surging waves tens of meters high. With the sacrifice of the lives and large amounts of flesh and blood of the Shahua priestesses and spellcasters, it finally reached the top.

Boom,

A huge arm like a fish's fin rose from the whirlpool of the sea eye, followed by a shark's head that was as hideous and ferocious as the most evil and bloody.

The rolling waves rolled up high and turned into a tornado of sea water, which continued to condense into this huge and terrifying body of a monster. A powerful pressure and momentum rose above the sea until the entire body of the monster completely stepped out of the sea eye.

"Retreat, let the soldiers in the castle retreat immediately,"

The blue dragon Akzi looked at the sea giant in the distance, which was tens of meters or nearly a hundred meters tall, the incarnation of the shark god Thekla, and roared loudly.

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

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

The white dragons in the underwater ruins climbed up from the shore and shook off the black liquid attached to their bodies. The young red dragon Caedilos climbed upside down on the castle, stretched out his slender neck, and poked his ferocious head into the dark castle, shouting loudly: "The horn of retreat has been blown. It's time to retreat, brave warriors."

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

And the sea giant, the incarnation of the shark god Thekra, drove the waves to smash away any enemy who dared to block him.

Even the orcs' gunboats, which dared to stand in front of this giant, were ruthlessly swept into the air by the giant and then smashed into pieces under the heavy waves.

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

Countless Shahua fishmen rose and fell in the tide and followed the steps of the giant to launch an attack, but the Shahua fishmen who had entered the harbor before were pushed and hit by the waves and hit the cliffs on the seabed and the reefs in the sea. Some unlucky fishmen were even thrown out of the sea and trampled to death by the giant body of the Shark God.

This is the shark god Sekra. You only need to summon him, and he will only destroy him.

boom,
The sea water incarnation of Thekla raised its arms made of water and smashed them down heavily, smashing several sunken ships floating on the sea into pieces, with broken hulls and broken wood flying everywhere.

After the incarnation of the shark god Thekra stepped into the harbor, the orc fleet had already stopped bombarding the harbor and made way to avoid any misunderstanding.

But the roar of flames still echoed in the white castle. From the third-floor window, two green-skinned gunners were still reloading and firing.

Even though the elf archers around them had already evacuated one after another, they still shouted loudly with enthusiasm: "There's still enough time, we can still fire one more shot, quick, I want to fire one more shot at that big guy."

"Oh, a tiny life has such great courage to dare to attack the great gods!"

The shark god Thekla, who was bombarded by artillery shells, suddenly had a lively expression on his originally dull expression. He took heavy steps and came to the front of the low castle. He lowered his head and put his eyes to the window on the third floor of the castle, wanting to see these tiny lives.

"Fuck you, you ugly big guy," the green-skinned gunner, who was trembling all over with fear at the giant's momentum, ignited the cannon tremblingly. The shell shot out and directly pierced the sea giant's eyes, turning into a stream of water dripping again.

roar,
"Damn you little bastards, you pissed me off,"

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

The sturdy castle began to be shaken by the giant. Tiny cracks gradually expanded and spread like a spider web.

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

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

But a green-skinned gunner suddenly came to his senses and shouted: "We are going to die anyway, why don't we give him another shot?"

His companion also woke up, a crazy smile appeared on his ugly face, and he laughed: "Let's fire one last shot and let this ugly big guy taste our power." The constantly shaking castle made it difficult for the two greenskins to move, but they still loaded the shells tremblingly, lit the fuse, and made a final roar.

Boom! The roar of artillery fire and the collapse of the castle echoed for the last time.

The two fallen greenskins vaguely saw the dragon's temple on the top of the distant mountains.

Countless heroes were surrounding and talking. Among them were kobolds, gnolls, centaurs, and elves, but there were no green-skinned goblins.

But at this moment they all cast their gazes over at the same time and smiled, as if to welcome him.

"In the Dragon's Temple, will there be greenskins in the future?" In the last second before the two greenskins were swallowed by death, what echoed in their minds was not fear, but this sentence.

"Destruction," roared the nearly 100-meter-tall sea giant, shaking and crushing the huge and sturdy castle as if he were stepping on a toy. He slapped the remaining main body of the castle away with a slap and let out a fierce roar.

But he was not satisfied. Instead, he crushed all the sunken ships blocking his way in the harbor, turning them into pieces of wood, and broke up the junked ships on the sea and threw them far away.

He stepped across the black sea in the harbor, driving the tide onto the coast and turning the coast into a new ocean.

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

The shark god Thekla followed the surging waves and stepped towards the Golden City. The long city walls were filled with countless soldiers, and the smell of fear from many soldiers gave the sea giant a feeling of pleasure.

But he did not notice that as he got closer to the Golden City, the tide he drove became lower and lower, and sea water continued to fall off his huge body, and he continued to get shorter.

By the time the sea giant was two hundred meters away from the Golden City, the waves he drove had become a thin layer, and his body was completely stepped on the ground.

Wow,

The seawater incarnation of the Shark God collapsed like water and scattered all over the ground. Under the wash of a large amount of seawater condensed on his body, the magic-forbidden rune stone buried deep in the soil was faintly revealed.

"What a bunch of rubbish," the sea giant's head fell to the ground and then scattered into crystal water splashes.

But no one among the soldiers on the city wall shouted for this. Instead, they looked at the orc fleet that had already entered the harbor and the still numerous Shahua murlocs, and began to raise their longbows and light their arrows.

The blue dragon Akzi raised his claws, and Sonia also raised the burning longbow in his hand and shouted, "Get ready!"

"Prepare!"

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

"Prepare!"

More soldiers shouted in unison after hearing this.

"Spellcaster Corps, prepare!"

One ship after another broke through the waves and sailed into the harbor. They had already begun to adjust the hulls so that they could land on the shore under the cover of artillery fire if they got closer.

Countless Shahua fishmen jumped out from the black sea that emitted a strong pungent smell, shaking their heads to try to shake off the sticky liquid on their skulls. They wanted to use their absolute numbers to break down the city wall.

"Raise," Sonia raised the longbow in her hand, wanting her arrow to shoot farther.

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

"shoot!"

Sonia released the bowstring, and the burning rocket mixed into the fire in the sky. Driven by the magic wind, it plunged towards the distant sea.

Countless Shahua fishmen quietly retracted their bodies into the sea, and some fools raised their harpoons, trying to knock away these seemingly light arrows.

The orcs' ships were not on guard at all. At this distance, even with the help of magic, the arrows could not hit their hulls. They just looked at the tall-looking wall excitedly, and the weapons in their hands were already trembling.

But the next second, countless rockets fell into the sea but did not extinguish. Like a spark that set the prairie on fire, they instantly ignited the sea surface.

The dots connected into lines, the lines connected into pieces, the flames spread rapidly, and the ocean turned into a sea of fire, burning fiercely.

The sea surface of the entire harbor instantly turned into a hell of fire, and many Shahua merman warriors were also set on fire, writhing in the sea of fire.

The fire spread rapidly. There were spellcasters on the orcs' large ships, all using spells to try to put out the burning sea of ​​fire, but the orcs on the small gunboats could only watch their ships engulfed in flames.

The black oil that the scholars had added powerful ingredients to could even ignite these wet hulls, and the ships behind were still blocking the route into the port, leaving some small gunboats running around in panic on the sea.

"Let those murloc spellcasters stir up the waves and put out the flames," roared the orc flagship commander.

The orcs' messenger hurriedly communicated with the murloc leader, asking the murlocs to control the waves again and extinguish the flames on the sea.

However, this viscous black oil mixed with magical materials can only be extinguished unless the air is completely isolated or the burning layer is completely covered with a large amount of sea water.

The waves pushed by the murloc spellcasters can only extinguish the nearby sea areas, and the sea areas in the front are just raised by the waves. They cannot create a tidal storm like the incarnation of the shark god Thekra.

Therefore, the only way is to roll the waves little by little to extinguish 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 the ships had turned into charred floating corpses, floating on the sea together with the corpses of the mermen.

But the orc legion commander and the Shahua prince did not care about the loss at all. They blew the horn of attack, lined up their flagships in front of the port, and began to bombard the walls of the Golden City to cover their warriors' landing.

The weapons and crossbow barrels on the ships were also dismantled and brought ashore for reinstallation, which also required position cover.

"We need to destroy their forbidden magic field and completely eliminate it. Otherwise, many artillery fire and spellcasters will not be able to play their due role."

A grim expression appeared on the face of the orc army leader, Garn. He waved his strong arm and said calmly, "Send out the redemption army and launch an attack!"

The Sahuagin began to land, wielding harpoons and tridents. Dense numbers of orcs and murlocs stepped onto the shore from ships and under the sea, and rushed towards the Golden City as the vanguard.

The friction and collision between steel knives and iron blades, and the deafening shouts, were like huge waves rushing, about to drown the city.

The range of the magic-powered heavy artillery just covered the entire area from the landing port to the wall of the Golden City. The roar of the heavy artillery fell, and the impact of thousands and tens of thousands of enemies caused even the earth to shake slightly.

The blue dragon Akzi roared: "Caster, spell barrier!"

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 spellcasting army released their magic power at the same time, holding up the shield of spells. The next moment, like a falling meteor streaking through the sky, the heavy artillery attack arrived with a bang.

boom,
Layer upon layer of spell barriers were shaking with strong waves. The well-organized army of spellcasters were doing their best to maintain their magic output and meet the heavy artillery bombardment again and again.

The sea breeze brought with it the stench of millions of people, so strong that it made people want to vomit. The soldiers on the city wall could no longer count how many enemies there were, but they pulled their bowstrings without hesitation and aimed at the enemies that were rushing towards them like a tide.

"Free fire!" The Centaur warrior gave the order, and the magic longbow in his hand also shot out the whistling sound of death, which blended with the countless screams of the dead.

The roar of artillery and the whistling of giant crossbows sounded at the same time.

The rain of arrows was like dark clouds in the sky, pressing down on the faces of the orcs and murlocs. These murlocs were not wearing armor, and the orcs' advance troops were mostly wearing leather armor. They were just vulnerable targets in front of these excellent archers.

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

Every shot from the mixed-group musketeers could penetrate the bodies of these orcs and murlocs, with the bullets penetrating deeply into the enemy's flesh and blood.

Although this musket, which can only fire once, is not as fast as a bow and arrow, it is extremely powerful. Almost no enemy can survive after being shot, even orcs whose vitality is many times stronger than that of humans.

The deterrent power of artillery is even greater than these muskets. The exploding shells blast out iron nails and caltrops, and the crossbow arrows can string together a whole row of densely packed enemies like a string of candied haws.

Rows of enemies fell like grass, but there were too many orcs and murlocs. They began to rush to the trench, trying to break through this simple defense.

The orcs in the rear were destroying and clearing the buried magic-forbidden runes, but the dragon's warriors had no time to take care of them.

Rumble, the gate of the Golden City finally opened automatically. In the jungle of steel and iron, the warriors of blood and fire clenched the sharp blood-thirsty blades in their hands and attacked!
(End of this chapter)