On the continent of Vaunte, mortals might be able to witness countless bizarre things in their short lives, but to the garrison of Loen Harbor, be it in the past or the future, they probably wouldn't be able to forget what they saw after noon that day.
Dark clouds covered the horizon as if a storm was brewing. However, this storm wasn't dead. The hearts of the dragons were beating powerfully in their bodies, and their heavy breathing was mixed with wind, thunder, and flames. Every time their tough wings flapped, it was as if the entire black sea was undulating. They weren't dragons, but they also had an incomparable might. Some people said that when the Empire's Golden Eagle Knight Regiment launched a group charge, it was as if heaven had descended. It was impassioned and inspiring, but at the same time, it made their enemies tremble. But at this moment, when the dragons launched their attack, the human cavalry was like a drop in the ocean in front of them. Any spirit they had would disappear without a trace.
On the city wall of Loen Harbor, the soldiers on every tower were trying their best to sound the alarm, as if they would collapse to the ground in fright if they didn't do so. The sound of the alarm rang through the sky. On the city wall, the officers of the harbor garrison looked at the scene in front of them. Their mouths were dry and weak. The last time the dragons attacked, they rushed into the harbor from above the clouds and burned all the ships before leaving. It was far from being as terrifying as today.
Everyone knew that these monsters were coming straight for them. The entire Loen Harbor would be reduced to ashes under their flames.
At this moment, the sky above the harbor seemed to be divided into two distinct sides. One side was clear and bright, and half of the sky was flashing with white light. One after another, silver warships were materializing from the shadows, but the process was extremely slow. On the other side, the sky was dark red, and the high temperature and flames created by the flight of the dragons seemed to have burned through the clouds, setting the entire sky ablaze. The air was filled with a nauseating, pungent smell of sulfur that stimulated humans' sense of smell and taste. And when the two completely different scenes in the sky merged, a bright crack appeared in the middle. It was like a spatial rift, but in fact, it was just an optical illusion caused by the color difference. This bright belt of light was slowly approaching the entire harbor, heralding the arrival of the final judgment in everyone's hearts.
The group of dragon beasts was moving faster than expected. In the blink of an eye, the black dots on the horizon had doubled in size. After a while, even the scales on their wings could be seen clearly. Their deep-set eyes, expressionless eyes, and their eerie white teeth were even more frightening. Before the fiery clouds swept over the city wall, the defenders of Loen Harbor had already lost their will. They fled down the city wall in droves, and no one stopped them. At this moment, everyone's heart was filled with despair. The small number of human forces was nothing in front of this mighty force. The dragons didn't even need to attack. As long as they flew over the city wall, they would be reduced to ashes.
Although there were still people who didn't escape, it wasn't because they still had the courage in their hearts. It was because they knew that no one could escape. The harbor had now turned into a cage that imprisoned life.
Vassily watched the despair of the entire imperial army from above, but he didn't despise the cowardice of his colleagues. In the face of absolute power, all courage was pale and meaningless. At this moment, no matter what they did, it would be useless. The tower was rumbling and shaking, and the bricks that were used to build it were falling apart and rolling to the ground. Flames and wind swept over, and then the tower began to tilt and collapse. Vassily lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. He watched the cracks on the wall appear one after another as if it was a silent mockery of the weakness of human beings. He couldn't help but put down the rope in his hand that was connected to the bronze bell above his head. His hands were stained with blood, but he didn't care. In his field of vision was a sea of fire. Then, one after another, behemoths flapped their wings and flew out of the sea of fire.
That was the dragons.
The city wall of Loen Port didn't play any role in restraining them, and even the effect of delaying them for a little bit was minimal. The dragons swept directly across the plains outside the city wall, spread their wings and flew over the city wall, turning the place they passed into a sea of fire. Their target was very clear – it was the silver fleet that was teleporting in mid-air. In mid-air, although Brando's wizard apprentices had already cast anchor points, the teleportation was far from complete. The first to arrive were the corvettes that consumed the least amount of magic power. These two or even single-masted ships shaped like willow leaves sailed directly out of the berth as soon as they arrived at Loen Port. Their hulls were long and narrow, but they had large triangular sails made of wind sails. Therefore, they were fast and flexible and could quickly form a hemispherical defensive circle in mid-air.
At this time, the nobles and officials of Cruz on the bridge had seen clearly that the people standing on the deck of these corvettes were not Bugas, but black-haired or brown-haired humans – Erouine people in naval uniforms. These Erouine people on the deck controlled the sailing ships in an orderly manner, manipulating the sail ropes or giving orders. Knights in heavy silver armor with spears nearly three meters long had already lined up on both sides of the ship, ready to deal with the enemy landing from the air. They had seen the armor on the Knights before, and it was exactly the same as the armor worn by the young Count's guards.
Could this really be a fleet of Erouine people?
Count Alcorn and his retainers on the bridge were so shocked that they were speechless.
However, Brando knew that this was the navy that the Bugas had trained for him according to the agreement, a navy that belonged to Valhalla. It could be seen that Amandina and Her Royal Highness worked well together, and the efficiency of the Bugas was also very high. This fleet had exceeded his expectations – but as a real army, this navy still had not seen blood and fire, like a blade that had not been sharpened. But today, he did not expect that on the day his navy was formed into an army, it would usher in a real battle. It was like the necessary experience of a sword being unsheathed, but as an opening statement, the following battle might be a little too tragic.
Brando stared at the approaching group of dragons and silently made a plan in his heart.
No matter what, he would never waste all his seeds here. This was the prototype of Valhalla's future navy, and a good start was too important for a unit that needed history to settle down. As a former player, he was also very familiar with how the major guilds trained their own navies.
At this moment, the captains on the frigates were saluting to Bu with flag signals, waiting for the lord to give orders. Brando nodded to them – what they needed to do now was to stop the dragons at all costs. This was the mission of these light frigates that arrived on the battlefield first. In fact, this was the value of these light frigates – fast, flexible, able to complete the teleportation in the shortest time, and with a certain amount of firepower, enough to protect the entire fleet during the entire teleportation process. Although the current situation was a little extreme, it also vividly demonstrated the duties of the frigates in the floating fleet.
Brando's signal was passed down one flag after another, and these light frigates began to fan their sails with all their might. Although the appearance of the floating frigates was not much different from the traditional sailing frigates, in fact, they did not rely on the wind as their power source. The huge wind sails were woven with wind silk that was more precious than gold. This special material could collect the wind element in the air and use it as the power source of the frigates. When they were fully fanned, it was equivalent to dozens of high-grade wizards injecting magic into the magic power device. This magic power would enter the core of the frigates and push the frigates forward.
The frigates were light and small, and under the huge sails, they shot out from the fleet like arrows. Soon, they reached the airspace of Loen Port and formed a horizontal formation above the city. Although according to the sacred treaty on the continent, the floating fleet rarely fought in the airspace of the city. Obviously, they could not care so much at this moment. Their enemies might not stop to negotiate with them. To the underground residents of Jorgendy Ridge, the sacred treaty was almost equivalent to a piece of paper.
Everyone looked up at the long crescent moon in the sky. Even the most stubborn port officials shut their mouths at this moment. Before death, even the most arrogant people put away their prejudice. The harbor square was completely silent. Whether it was the nobles, port officials, or even the commoners; whether it was Kirrlutz, Aouine, or anyone from other places, including the mountain people, and even a few foreign adventurers, all of them shut their mouths.
Everyone understood that their survival was closely linked to this thin line of defense. Half of the city had been turned into a sea of fire. The fat man who was the most talkative finally realized this point. Those fierce dragons would never let them go just because they were nobles. In their eyes, they were no different from the burning stones and wood. They had to face the same dilemma as Earl Alcorn had experienced before. The preferential treatment for nobles in Wohnde during the war seemed to have disappeared with the invasion of these underground monsters.
The nobles regarded war as glory, but now they had to face the struggle of life and death. Barbarism used blood and fire to strip away the false gentleness of the nobles, leaving only the naked primitive law.
Everyone's face was pale, and they felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
Fatty Avram was so scared that his legs were cramping, but at least on the surface, this second-generation heir of the Elson family was much better than most of the Cruz nobles present. The Cruz nobles used to have a sense of superiority towards the Erouine nobles from the bottom of their hearts. This sense of superiority was based on the strength of the empire, and no one could refute it. It was frustrating. But now, they had no choice but to rely on the people of Aouine to survive. This thought seemed to give Avram confidence. Even if he was scared half to death, there was still a strange feeling growing in his heart.
Even the powerful Cruz nobles were scared out of their wits in this desperate situation, but only the Erouine nobles were still resisting the powerful enemy.
Once a sense of honor was born, it was deeply rooted. The hundreds of years of history of Erouine, the journey of the late King Erik leading the people to fight their way out of the encirclement, pride and glory trickled into the depths of his heart. History and the past, scenes of the history books that he had read, were presented in front of Avram. The shining flags were reflected in his vision like an ocean.
Fatty opened his mouth and suddenly felt a suffocating pressure.
In mid-air, the fierce battle had just begun.
Countless complex and precise magic circles suddenly flashed on the side of the horizontal frigate. Fire arrows, ice arrows, sharp cyclones, and a magic storm formed out of thin air above the dragons. Countless spells crossed the distance of nearly a thousand meters and hit the dragons like raindrops. Brando saw this scene and laughed in his heart. It was impossible for the Bugas to cultivate so many human sorcerers in such a short time. It seemed that this so-called 'Erouine's fleet' was just a facade. The sorcerers and gunners hiding in the cannons below the deck were mostly the real Bugas.
Fortunately, Tanya and William still had some sense of shame. Most of the sorcerers placed in this fleet were apprentices from the academy. Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned they were, they would not be able to explain how the Erouine's fleet suddenly had a fleet of official sorcerers. But at this time, Brando hoped that the Bugas would be more thick-skinned. At least then he would not have to go through so much trouble to win.
The apprentice sorcerers almost had the power of an official sorcerer under the amplification of the magic circles on the floating warship. But still, it was difficult to penetrate the tough skin and scales of the dragons. Some of the dragons were injured, but only slowed down. After a round of magic attacks, not a single dragon fell from the sky. On the contrary, taking advantage of the humans' attack, these monsters once again closed the distance between them and the frigate fleet.
Everyone in the port square had their hearts in their throats at this moment.
In their eyes, the thin line of defense of the Erouine's fleet, whether in terms of strength or visual effect, was really difficult to compete with the cloud-like dragons. Those were not a group of buzzing mosquitoes, but a genuine level seven creature. Under everyone's gaze, the rolling dark clouds finally collided with the silver crescent moon. At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed on the side of the silver frigate fleet.
This time, it was no longer the sorcerer-apprentice's weak magic, but the magic cannons. The captains of the frigate fleet held back until the last thousand feet before giving the order to fire. The cannons were opened one by one, and amethyst-shaped spikes pierced out from the crowd. The sorcerers began to inject magic, and in less than three to four breaths, the entire fleet's side let out a deafening roar. That was the roar of the side firing at full power. Streaks of white light pillars pierced into the dragons like sharp blades. This time, these creatures from the underground of Jorgendy Ridge were not so lucky. In an instant, their wings or bodies were pierced directly, and they fell from the sky with a sorrowful howl, sprinkling a filthy rain of blood.
The strangulation in mid-air lasted for a full ten breaths, and the continuous rain of light almost converged into a large net. In the captain's room, beside every Erouine captain, there was a Buga man in a silver military uniform with a bushy beard squinting his eyes to observe the scene outside the window. The terrifying magic was as weak as a firework in the eyes of these people, and the dragons that were hit by the firework were similar to mosquitoes in their eyes. After watching for a while, they said faintly:
"It's still a little too early. In Buga, even if it's the weakest fleet, the commanders can still hold back until the last 500 feet before firing. For the firepower of a frigate, this is the most effective range of damage."
Hearing this, the Erouine captains could not help but blush. After training for nearly four months, they did not expect to make a fool of themselves in the first battle.
But the Buga instructor then shook his head: "But according to Buga tradition, you who have studied for four months are at most equivalent to the intermediate students of the Naval Academy. Based on the results of the students, this is considered a good answer. You have excellent talent, and I hope you can become the best navy in the mortal world. "
Hearing this, the faces of the captains finally looked better, and then there was some longing. The best navy in the mortal world has always belonged to the Empire, the Wind Elves, and the Fanzin, when did it become Erouine's turn? But now, such an opportunity was in front of them, and it did not seem so far away. And all of this was created by the man who brought miracles to Erouine, and in fact, even this fleet itself was a miracle.
This was a fleet that belonged to the ancient kingdom, and on this fleet, there were not only young people from Tónigel, but Tónigel could not gather so many outstanding talents. In fact, a large part of them were gathered by Princess Gryphine from all the provinces of the kingdom. Regardless of background, everyone had the same opportunity to stand here and witness or even personally participate in the birth of this fleet.
For these young people, the miracle created by Brando's own hands, the ancient glory of the Kingdom of Erouine, had long been closely linked to them, and they breathed the same fate as them, sharing the same glory and glory.
And at this moment, facing the surging tide of draconic beasts, what they felt was not fear, but the warlike genes that surged from the depths of their blood.
They would fight side by side with the legendary Bugas, and no matter the final result, just today's war alone, they would be recorded in the annals of history together with Erouine.
The Bugas instructor knocked on the glass of the porthole to call the hot-blooded young captains out of their fantasy. He was very familiar with this scene, the young students participating in the first battle was always hot-blooded, but they would soon integrate into the Bugas' sense of discipline from their bones. What the fleet needed was precise operations, not a hot-blooded Knight's charge. But it felt good to be young again. He stroked his beard and pointed to the advancing draconic beasts outside the porthole and said, "Don't be happy too early, this level of attack is nothing to a level seven creature, and the bloody battle is still behind. As the captain of the frigate, you must hold this line of defense until the entire fleet arrives, and then launch a counterattack —"
The young captain nodded solemnly, but it was at this time that he was slightly startled.
"What's wrong?" The Bugas instructor noticed his student's abnormality.
"… The Lord wants us to retreat."
"Retreat?"
… …
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