God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

Although the red dragon had been staying behind the orc fleet, but with their flying speed, after Orgrim's order, they soon appeared in front of the alliance fleet.

Crimson flames spewed out from the dragon's mouth, instantly engulfing several battleships walking in the forefront.

Although the size of the battleship was huge enough that it was not completely destroyed by a single breath of the dragon's breath, the high-temperature dragon's breath still ignited the deck. In almost a minute, the battleship turned into a burning torch. Before the ship was silenced, the sailors on board were all burned to ashes.

"Damn things, those damn things!"

Seeing this miserable scene, Dai Lin covered his face in pain.At this moment, he is particularly regretful, why he underestimated his opponent in the first place, if he had been more cautious just now.

But soon, news that made him even more desperate came.

"Sir Daelin, there is news from ahead, from Captain Derek Proudmoore."

Derek Proudmoore was his eldest son and captain of a destroyer in his Third Fleet.

Daelin nearly fainted when he took and unfolded the note handed by the adjutant with some trembling hands.

It was mentioned in the note that Derek planned to personally lead the Third Fleet to attract the attention of the red dragons, distract those red dragons, and give Daelin a chance to retreat.

But Daelin knew that meant his son would surely die.

Sadness and anger made his hands grip the railing tightly, and he felt that if he held it like this, either his fingers were broken or the wood on the railing was dug out.

But now he must save his grief for later, if he can live that long.

He left all thoughts about his eldest son behind, and Proudmoore was so absorbed in thinking about the tactics.The dragon in the sky attacked his fleet, opening a way for the orc ships below, and after their own retreat, the orcs could move on.

If this goes on, the orcs can land in Hillsbrad or Southsea, and the battle will end in his defeat.

He has to do something to salvage this.

Chapter 0550 The Sea of ​​Scarlet Flames

The appearance of the Red Dragon allowed the Horde's fleet to turn the tide of the battlefield in one fell swoop.

In the face of the dragon breath that can destroy a battleship with just one shot, the alliance can no longer focus on the orcs' lamb-like transport ships, because in front of the dragon, they have also become lambs to be slaughtered. .

The two or three Alliance warships driving in the forefront have already been caught in a sea of ​​fire, and no one has survived, and the rest of the warships will suffer such a fate.

However, at this time, a long and loud dragon roar came from a distance, interrupting the movements of the giant dragons.

Perhaps they heard something from this dragon roar. The giant dragons on the tribe's side suddenly stopped attacking and began to hover over the alliance's fleet on their own, letting the orcs riding on their backs treat them. Roaring and even hitting their backs with weapons.

The sudden loss of control of the giant dragon gave the alliance's warships a chance to breathe. They took the time to adjust the formation so that the fleet could turn as quickly as possible and try to escape before the dragons returned to normal.

Daelin himself was relieved at this time, the fleet had enough time to adjust, and his son did not need to make sacrifices for this.

But what did that huge roar mean?

Daelin frowned at this.

In case that's a harbinger of more dragons to come...

Thinking of this, the admiral couldn't help but fight a cold war.

In fact, it's not just them, facing the giant dragon who suddenly refused to fight, the tribe's side is now also bewildered.

The Great Chief Orgrim was even more furious. He kept roaring at Zuluhed, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan beside him, asking him to control the dragon as soon as possible and launch an offensive against the Alliance.

It's no wonder that Orgrim sacrificed so many orc battleships and the orc infantry above in order to attract the alliance's fleet to approach. Now is the time when these sacrifices are paying off. Who knows that this pitiful red dragon will not fight if he doesn't fight. Hit, so the sacrifice of the orcs before was not in vain?

However, in the face of the coercion of the Great Chief, Zulu Hed was obedient on the surface and repeatedly said yes, but in fact, he had no heart at all, and he didn't know how to deal with such a thing.

As the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, although he personally followed Orgrim and was responsible for escort matters, he himself had no control over the red dragon at all.

Dragon Soul must be powered by warlocks and shamans, so he gave the artifact to Necroth.

The dangerous and professional work of driving a red dragon was handed over to his subordinates at the time.

He himself is just a commander. When the Red Dragon is out of control, how does he know how to deal with it?

The current situation is that the alliance is busy retreating, the tribe is watching, and the two sides are watching a few giant dragons striking in public.

The war at sea seemed to have subsided a lot for a while.

Unfortunately, such peace is nothing but an illusion on both sides.

What broke this false peace was a dark cloud from afar.

Of course, this dark cloud was only in the eyes of sailors on both sides.

As the "dark cloud" continued to approach, the two sides began to hear the flapping of wings one after another, as well as the roar of dragons.

In the end, they finally saw that the thing that was like a dark cloud was not a dark cloud, but a giant dragon, more dragons.

Leading the way was a gigantic crimson dragon, a hundred meters in size, much larger than any dragon on the battlefield today, and behind it were dozens of smaller Dragons, some of these dragons are tens of meters long, and some are only a few meters long, but no matter how big or small, they are invincible to the fleet present.

The orcs seemed to cheer, because Zuluhed recognized that the largest red dragon was one of the dragons enslaved by the Dragonmaw clan.

On the other hand, the alliance has fallen into despair.

In the face of three or four giant dragons, they still have a chance to escape, but under such a large number of dragons, they have no chance of survival.

Even Daelin Proudmoore himself has now begun to write a suicide note.

Until a message from the lookout reached his ears.

"Report to Admiral," the sentinel's high-pitched voice echoed throughout the command ship, "I saw someone on the back of the biggest dragon!"