arcane emperor

Chapter 732 The fishmen are also crazy!
Ordinary fishmen cannot climb the tall city walls.

These dragon turtles, which almost carried all the attacks, slammed into the city wall.

They are very manic and powerful. Every impact will make the city wall shake.

The other fishmen used the bodies of these dragon turtles to climb up.

The seawater in the distance also began to surge forward, and even gradually condensed into solid ice near the city wall.

More and more fishmen gradually attacked the city wall.

The guard soldiers who had been waiting for a long time had to put down various long-range attack weapons to deal with the fishmen who came to kill them.

Fierce shouts of killing echoed on the city walls.

Fortunately, although there were a large number of fishmen, their combat effectiveness was average and not enough to break through the defense line composed of the elite warriors of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Spellcasters also cast spells and released various buff spells to enhance the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.

They let out bursts of sharp roars, and rushed into the battlefield with a momentum that frightened the soldiers.

In the middle of speaking, Anthony suddenly froze and asked in disbelief:

Anthony, who had an ugly face, naturally understood the arrogance and "stupidity" of the spell caster.

To the entire territory, they were sometimes equivalent to another kind of lord.

But the fishmen rushed forward one after another, gradually accumulating lives, which also greatly consumed their physical strength and condition.

Peng! Peng! Peng!
The second batch of dragon turtles rushed out of the waves.

"This is impossible. The Royal Manufacturing Factory has been able to produce a small number of high-level magic creations. How could they..."

The number of corpses on the city wall gradually increased, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

He thought clearly that now was not the time to be pretentious.

After hearing this, Anthony looked at the city wall that was emitting magic fluctuations.

He wanted to train these soldiers, but he knew very well that now was not the time.

"Yes, this is the biggest difficulty. The Royal Manufacturing Factory has been applying for support, but has not received any response."

What other nobles need is land, population, and wealth.

The pressure on the defense line is increasing.

Anthony looked over subconsciously and saw Marshal Lothar's half-smiling face. The latter pointed at the rampant dragon turtle outside, shook his head and said:
"Unfortunately, Gulf Territory's generous deal gave us the technology, but our technology department has been unable to replicate it."

Anthony shook his head, thinking that Marshal Lothar didn't know the inside story, or that there were some twists and turns in the process.

"Has the Gulf Territory been able to use magic to create a semi-permanent defensive wall?"

"What do you mean? This kind of production technology in the Gulf Territory is used to produce and manufacture super-level magic items and props?"

"After all, peace has lasted for a long time. Even the elites of the kingdom can no longer live up to their courage."

"Don't worry, what we traded from the Gulf Territory is not just various long-range weapons."

"Help train the elite team!"

Even the murloc's attack cannot cause much damage to the elite warriors.

It usually costs a lot of money to ask them to take action.

One batch is enough!

Some of the elite soldiers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron were injured.

Anthony noticed the faint light of the magic circle emanating from inside the city wall, and immediately frowned and said:

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The huge impact caused the entire city wall to shake.

Anthony understood better the key to Marshal Lothar's "unhappiness".

Once a mistake is made, it is very likely to lead to a large-scale rout.

"That's right, and the Gulf Territory was generous enough to pass that technology over to us."

Pong!
Amidst a violent crash, Marshal Lothar pointed to the small cracks that split and quickly healed, and replied in a thankful tone:

Moreover, spellcasters may not have time, and they will be picky about tasks and things.

Marshal Lothar looked at the time and saw that only 11 minutes had passed.

They did not want to cooperate with the royal manufacturing factory to produce construction machinery used to build cities. It was foreseeable that they would refuse when it was time-consuming and labor-intensive and the reward was not much.

Thinking of this, Marshal Lothar couldn't help but think of another transaction in the Gulf Territory.

If his warriors and nobles fail to live up to expectations, Marshal Lothar will have to take this path.

If another batch comes, will the city wall be able to support it?
Marshal Lothar made a calm gesture to Anthony who was about to take action, and said softly and confidently:

What spellcasters need are magic materials, transcendent status, and wealth.

Marshal Lothar, who finally had this expression, was not as happy as he had thought. Instead, he nodded helplessly:

The second batch of dragon turtles rushed over at high speed and slammed into the city wall.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At this juncture, the spellcasters who usually receive a lot of resources and should play more roles have not shown their due responsibility.

Take advantage of the benefits and don’t do the things!
Marshal Lothar blinked and was about to say something.

call!call!call!
The mechanical flying dragon emerged from the dark clouds and swooped down amid the excited shouts of the Lordaeron soldiers.

This different attack posture immediately attracted the attention of Marshal Lothar and Master Anthony.

The mechanical flying dragon quickly zoomed in, and they could already see the pale golden dragon-shaped emblem of the Bay Territory above.

The familiar bombs appeared very clearly in front of everyone's eyes.

They clearly saw the falling bombs hitting the beach heavily.

boom! boom! boom!
The terrifying flames instantly covered the entire beach.

Destruction comes again!

The soldiers hiding behind the city wall felt very lucky about this.

However, when they felt the hot air blowing through them, the violent bombing was turbulent and calm returned.

The excited generals shouted and ordered the soldiers to seize the time to kill the remaining fishmen.

Many people stared wide-eyed at the billowing smoke ahead.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Dark figures suddenly bumped into each other.

Many soldiers were frightened and took a few steps back. They felt the familiar impact wave again. Looking at the dragon turtle so close at hand, they couldn't help but murmur to themselves:

"Can't you kill me with this?"

For a time, the morale that had been high due to the bombing fell rapidly again.

Marshal Lothar also frowned, his whole body flashing with solid fighting spirit, and he was just about to take a step forward.

The whirring mechanical flying dragon fell from the sky again.

One by one, azure figures, with streaks of flying flames, plummeted towards the bottom of the city wall.

"what is that?"

"Looks like a humanoid creature..."

"It's more than two hundred meters high. Isn't it true that you won't fall to death?"

"They seem to be flying!"

"It looks like metal armor... could it be a steel golem?"

"Come down!"

"..." It's too late to say it, but it will be soon!
Within a few seconds, the figure that jumped down from the mechanical flying dragon landed in front of the city wall.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Under the gaze of everyone, the body with azure light and shadow hit the dragon turtle hard.

Lightning scattered and sparks flew everywhere.

The dragon turtle that suffered a heavy blow let out a series of shrill wails and fell heavily to the ground.

But even so, there was still no sign of damage to the spiked tortoise shell on the dragon turtle's back.

The strength of the defense made the soldiers defending the city wall feel inexplicably sad.

Marshal Lothar stared at the Thunder Warriors who slowly stood up straight, feeling the powerful aura on their bodies, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"This time, they descended from the sky into the battlefield to deal with these dragon turtles..."

"Then next time, can the Thunder Warriors who suddenly rush into the battlefield deal with other targets?"

Marshal Lothar, who felt a chill down his spine, was about to take a closer look at the Thunder Warriors' fighting style, but the result was completely beyond his expectation.

The Dragon Turtle, which was extremely violent just now and even hit the city wall with the attack, was now lying on the ground obediently.

They didn't stand up, they just opened their mouths and let out a series of low growls.

Anthony, who immediately cast the language proficiency spell, couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly, looking at the Thunder Warrior trampling the dragon turtle in disbelief and said:

"All the dragon turtles are freed from slavery?"

"How can this be!"

"What kind of spell is this?"

Nothing more than Anthony would think so.

But in his opinion, apart from magic, there are only more terrifying divine spells that can produce such an effect.

In fact, Anthony was wrong.

Although the Death Halo Generator briefly restored consciousness to the Dragon Turtles, it did not completely lift them from their enslaved state.

Now, the dragon turtles are just able to think for themselves.

The thing that calmed them down was Matthew, who led the raid.

Matthew exuded a dragon-like power, firmly suppressing these dragon turtles who had just regained consciousness.

He calmly raised his head and stared at the roiling sea, feeling that a certain mysterious force was spreading towards this side.

Various information and data appeared in front of Matthew one after another.

He glanced at the power of destiny that had increased by nearly 1000 million, stared excitedly at the sea in the distance, felt the countless murlocs, and said impatiently:

"Finally I can be wild!"

He needs nearly 5000 million Destiny Power to complete the research on the next surgical transformation.

In battles on the mechanical plane, the closer you get to the seal, the less power of destiny you gain, and the accumulation speed slows down considerably.

This is one of the reasons why Matthew wants to open up a new battlefield.

"There are still 3000 million Destiny Powers left. All we need to do is kill about 30 fishmen. This is a good deal!"

With this thought in his mind, Matthew's whole body was filled with thunder, which was becoming more and more dazzling.

It seems to be able to compete with the rushing waves on the coast!

A few minutes later.

Something happened that surprised all the soldiers defending the city.

The waves on the beach gradually calmed down, and the terrifying pressure gradually dissipated.

The Naga army retreats!
Matthew clicked on his battle helmet, and his young and handsome face was revealed, immediately attracting countless eyes.

He sent a "continue to apply for bombing" signal to the flight base, patted the head of the dragon turtle that was trembling slightly at his feet, and said in skillful dragon language:
"Get down or die!"

The strongest and largest dragon turtle let out a dull roar and retracted its limbs obediently.

The other dragon turtles followed suit and lay motionless on the ground.

Matthew flew into the air, turned around and flew towards the city wall.

The Thunder Warriors did not leave and continued to stand on the Dragon Turtle.

The violent and raging thunder gradually disappeared into Matthew's body, revealing the gorgeous, majestic and powerful thunder magic armor on his body.

The newly strengthened Thunder Magic Armor, with the blessing of krypton gold and new technology, shines with a breathtaking light.

Everyone who looks over will be attracted by it and can't help but be immersed in it.

For magic equipment on the material plane.

Good looks mean fighting power!
Matthew's gorgeous and dazzling equipment means wealth, power, and strength!

Seeing Matthew's slowly falling figure, Marshal Lothar and Anthony came up to meet him. They all gave him a mage salute and said in unison:

"Thank you Lord Matthew for your help!"

Even the two of them didn't expect that Matthew would actually take action himself and defeat the enemy in one move.

The Naga army must have their own ideas and reasons for retreating.

But the impact brought by the arrival of the Gulf Territory reinforcements is definitely indispensable!
Whether it's the "bombing" of the mechanical flying dragon!
It’s up to Matthew to subdue these dragon turtles!

It will make the Naga army think twice!

Matthew smiled and nodded, glanced at the message sent by Adam Smith, and said in a soft tone:

"The Kingdom of Lordaeron has always been a partner of our Gulf Territory, and it is only right that we lend a helping hand."

After hearing Matthew speak so nicely and feeling his friendly attitude, Marshal Lothar and Master Anthony dropped their hearts.

Don't look at the Kingdom of Lordaeron as the party paying the money.

But for them who are used to seeing the weak and the strong.

The Gulf Territory possesses strong combat power and can strangle the lifeblood of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Even if they are given a "temporary price increase", they are mentally prepared.

Fortunately, Matthew's performance and Gulf Leader's attitude were as advertised in the news.

Kind and friendly!
Matthew had a pleasant round of communication with them and learned about the current situation of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

He looked at the surging Mississippi River next to the port and said to the two people whose expressions were a little more relaxed:

"Don't worry about the Naga army for now. It will take at least more than a month for its main force to arrive."

"What needs to be dealt with urgently now is the fish-men that have spread along the Mississippi River to the entire kingdom!"

After hearing this, Marshal Lothar glanced at the defensive soldiers who had suffered heavy losses, sighed in his heart, and said without hesitation:

"Please, Lord Lord, continue to help us and deal with these fishmen for us."

Mage Anthony, who got the hint from Marshal Lothar, couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said:
"In return, we are willing to offer a ruins related to the Naga Siren."

Naga Siren?

The noble among Nagas!

Matthew recalled the Naga Siren, which was called the "rich monster" by the players. Under the surprised gazes of the two people, he shook his head and said:

"It's our job to clean up the fishmen."

"As for this ruin, we can develop it together."

As soon as Matthew finished speaking, Marshal Lothar and Master Anthony showed joy.

More than a dozen huge flying dragons with astonishing momentum flew down from the sky.

One of the flying dragons landed smoothly next to Matthew, and a fully armed murloc jumped down and said excitedly under their gaze:
"Haha, Bobo is here, the fishmen are attacking!"

(End of this chapter)