For most coastal residents, the invasion of the sea race was the most terrible disaster, even more terrible than a tsunami.
The so-called sea race referred to the sea residents who believed in the Goddess of Ocean and were hostile to the land creatures. They aimed to kill all the land creatures and turn the land into a sea of blood. They came from a variety of sources. The two largest branches were the murlocs and the sirens.
There were many kinds of sea creatures, generally divided into two camps. One was the mother of the fallen Goddess of Life, ruled by those powerful demigod creatures, living in the ocean and deep sea. They called themselves the "people of the sea," and their main pillar was the mermaid. Many of them had lived since ancient times and had even witnessed the birth and fall of many gods. The predecessor of "Angry Tide" Heimsarah and "Dark Tide" Timsar, "Living Tsunami" Sarament, the demigod who failed to become a god and split up, was one of them, and he was also one of the people who was respected as the "Sea King."
As for the other branch, it was naturally the so-called "Sea Tribe".
In terms of the relationship with the land creatures, the people of the sea generally maintained a neutral or even friendly attitude. On the one hand, it was because their powerful strength gave them enough confidence, on the other hand, it was because their living environment was far away from the land, and there was no competition between them in living space.
The sea race was the opposite. Most of them lived in the coastal and shallow waters, competing with the land creatures for living space, and there was a great contradiction between them. In addition, most of their individual strength was relatively weak, and they often suffered in small-scale conflicts, so the hatred accumulated, and finally all the land creatures were regarded as mortal enemies.
The earliest Goddess of Ocean was originally a neutral nature god, but because she accepted the faith of the sea race, she was slowly eroded by hatred, and her camp was constantly deviated, and finally she became an evil god.
Every once in a while, the Goddess of Ocean would send an oracle, so that the sea race would gather at a certain part of the coastline, and then attack the land, killing all the land creatures they saw.
This was the invasion of the sea race.
In the invasion of the sea race, those scattered soldiers were not terrible, but the real terrible thing was the elite troops led by the strong people of the sea. They had no interest in the scattered civilians, but were keen to attack the towns and villages. Every time they attacked a town, they would gather all the captives, dig a big pit on the ground, and fill the pit with all their blood. Then they would bathe in the pit according to their military achievements, and use this cruel ceremony to please the Goddess of Ocean.
Once they attacked the town, they would either die, escape, or become materials for the blood pool. There was no other possibility.
In the past years, the sea race had invaded Garth City more than once. Although they had never been able to really break through the big city that the Riley Family had painstakingly built, they would bring deep suffering to the residents of Garth every time, so that many people's faces would change when they heard about the sea race.
At this moment, a war broke out in the city. The father and his daughter believed in the Goddess of Harvest, and the young master Sean, who somehow believed in the Goddess of Garth City, led their subordinates to fight. Even all the forces in the city were involved. How could they help to resist the invasion of the sea race?
Without them as the core strength of the defense force, and without the magic circle that was painstakingly built with a lot of money, could those ordinary soldiers and some hot-blooded adventurers really stop the invasion of the sea race?
Ray was not sure at all, but he felt that it was necessary for him to stay and fight hard to gain more time for those who were fleeing.
Liv also wanted to stay and fight with him, but he persuaded her to leave.
"You also have to take care of little Nice," he said. "Your mother is strong, but she can't spare the energy to take care of little Nice. Steele is not reliable … so we can only rely on you. "
The girl still wanted to argue, but Ray's face was serious, and his eyes stared at her. He used his majesty to stop her from speaking.
"Liv, you are a knight, right? If you are a knight, carry out the order! " He waved his hand and pointed to the messy refugee team. "As your teacher, I give you a task. Try to maintain the order of this team, so that they can retreat more efficiently."
"But … I …"
"There is no 'but' in the dictionary of a knight!" Ray shouted. "Ranke, Teague, Steele, you help her, understand?"
Ranke immediately obeyed and pulled out his sword to help Liv. Madame Teague was a little stunned, and then bowed her head to show that she accepted the order. Steele frowned and looked very reluctant, but in the end, she did not say anything to refuse.
So Liv's direction was decided. The girl's eyes were slightly red, but she tried to cheer up. She shouted, angrily rebuked, punched, kicked, and whipped with the scabbard, trying to restore the order of the crowd. She even pulled out her sword and beheaded a bandit who wanted to take advantage of the chaos. She waved her sword, which was dripping with blood, like a shepherd driving a flock of sheep, trying to make the refugees obedient, not disorderly, and retreat in the direction pointed by her sword.
"She did a good job." Ray crossed his arms in front of his chest, looked at the scene from afar, and showed a satisfied smile. "I didn't expect that this little girl really has some leadership ability!"
"It seems to be right when you think about it. Knight Parne is a talent valued by His Majesty, who is qualified to be a secular lord of the Holy Land. His daughter inherited his bloodline and received his teachings from an early age. How could she just be a martial artist? Maybe her real talent is not in swordsmanship, but in leadership … "
After sighing, he turned around and pulled out his sword.
"This really isn't a battle that we have any chance of winning … but it's very exciting!"
At the port in the distance, as the tide approached, countless murlocs were waving their crude weapons and shouting as they charged forward. They were in a mess, and there was no order to speak of. However, with their huge numbers, it was enough to make every warrior who tried to resist them tremble in fear.
Not to mention, there were a large number of murloc priests, murloc warriors, murloc chiefs, and other relatively powerful elites, who played a role in commanding. At first glance, the murlocs seemed to be in a mess, but looking closely, it was found that there were many relatively disciplined groups among them. They were mixed in the messy army, slowly advancing.
"It's the usual tactic of murlocs to cover the elites with small fish." The old sergeant came over and said to him, "Thank you for joining us. I really didn't expect that an adventurer who had just come here not long ago would be willing to risk his life to help us."
"Anyone with a sense of justice can't turn a blind eye to the upcoming massacre," Ray replied. Ray replied, "Especially … after I failed to prevent another massacre that happened not long ago."
The old sergeant was silent for a moment and asked, "What's going on in the square?"
"I can only tell you what I saw and what I guessed. I can't guarantee whether it's right or not."
"Please go ahead."
"First of all, Master Sean seems to be a believer of the God of Marsh, and his status is very high. I think he may be a chosen one or something," Ray said. "Although he doesn't seem to be willing, his status makes him unable to refuse the order of the God of Marsh."
The old sergeant's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his face was dull.
Just this "first" alone was enough to stun him. He never dreamed that the future successor of the Riley family, which believed in the Goddess of Harvest for generations, and most of the family members held important positions in the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, would be the chosen one of the God of Marsh!
It was like the leader of a group of cats turned into a dog, or the king of a country of women turned out to be a man. It was extremely ridiculous!
"Then, in the process of the ceremony, he suddenly launched an attack and summoned the incarnation of the God of Marsh." Ray said, "Maybe he used the incarnation of the oracle. That huge mucus monster didn't look like the incarnation of a god. It was too degrading."
The old sergeant nodded blankly, and didn't notice the disrespect in Ray's tone.
"Then, Haley was eaten by the mucus monster. After eating her, the mucus monster launched a large-scale attack and almost all the spectators in the square who didn't have time to escape were turned into mucus. The castellan attacked Sean severely. Sean was possessed by the God of Marsh. The castellan couldn't defeat the mucus monster, so he burned his life to summon the incarnation of the Goddess of Harvest. Haley's soul turned into a divine creature and led the survivors to fight against the mucus monster." Ray described what happened in the square as briefly as possible. "Now, the fight is still going on."
The old sergeant was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.
"I don't understand," he said.
Ray smiled bitterly and spread out his hands, "Even I, who saw it with my own eyes, didn't understand what was going on, let alone you!"
"But I know what I should do now." The old sergeant shook his head and drove away the chaotic thoughts caused by those inexplicable things out of his mind. He said in a low voice, "No matter what happened in the square, I'm a member of the Coast Defense Army, and I only have one responsibility, which is to resist the invasion of the sea race and protect Gars City!"
Ray smiled and patted his shoulder, "You're right … But, do you have any good ideas? If we just fight like this, we don't have a good chance of winning! "
"Ideas? Of course not! To be honest, I don't think we can win this battle at all! " The old sergeant, whose hair was already one-third white, muttered, "But we have to fight even if we don't have a good idea! I grew up in Gars City, and I'm also a noble. I can't just turn around and run away at the critical moment, leaving my back to the enemy … "
As he said, he suddenly drew his bow and put an arrow on it. The arrow whistled and shot out, killing a young man in luxurious clothes on the roadside.
The young man probably saw that he was talking to Ray just now, and thought that he didn't notice him, so he wanted to sneak away.
"The first military rule of the Gars Coast Defense Army, those who run away before the battle, will be killed!"
The old sergeant's voice suddenly became cold, like the north wind in winter, which made people tremble, "I know many of you are sent by your elders to be gilded, and I also know that you usually idle, lazy, and deceive your superiors and subordinates … Those are not important, but now it's the time of the sea race's invasion. Why did you encounter this kind of thing during your service? It's because this is your fate! "
"So don't complain, and don't have any stupid ideas such as running away! What you can do is to take your own weapons and fight! "
"I don't want to hear any reasons from you, and I don't care about these. I'm only responsible for two things — first, I can't let the sea race rush over and start a massacre, even if I have to risk my life; second, if anyone wants to run away, I'll kill him!"
He looked around coldly. Although he was just a sergeant with a low military rank, he had a frightening momentum like a dragon at the moment.
"Now, get ready to fight!"
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