Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

In fact, from the very beginning, from the moment the horn pierced the air to the instant the dragon began its descent—the battle had already reached its climax.

The dragons, unable to control their strength, either missed their target or crashed into nothingness, plummeting one after another. Not just one or two, but a whole group, at least twenty or more. The sounds of them crashing into the water mingled together, a symphony of roars, howls, and splashes of water, like a devastating symphony.

What was originally a dragon dance symbolizing divine power and glory has turned into a completely chaotic falling ballet.

Dragons are dragons. They can dive down gracefully and deadly like eagles that are good at hunting fish, to hunt whales that surface. But dragons are not cormorants, which can go underwater to find fish.

The ocean was never the dragons' forte; the vast, deep blue was not their sky. The sky was their stage, the clouds their territory. Falling into the sea, they were like eagles with their necks choked, forced to struggle in a foreign land.

It was already a miracle that they could flap their wings and take flight again. Those giant dragons that barely surfaced flapped their massive wings, stirring up raging waves, and the sea was awash with whitecaps.

The scene was both tragic and comical.

The fleet withdrew, but the seafood feast did not.

Unlike the fleet, the seafood feast had no reason to leave. Underwater warfare was their forte; it was their kingdom, their sky.

Of course, aerial combat is also their forte, given that the Truc has land-based vehicles.

Once the land-based spacecraft is activated, within its corresponding radius of influence, there will be no distinction between the sky and the water; the boundary between the two will be erased, and gravity, air, and direction will become a joke.

The seas surrounding Lorthorn today are fraught with danger.

Electric currents ripple through the ocean, shadows lurk in the crests of the waves, and the entire sea surface seems to have transformed into an impenetrable hunting net.

Besides the surrounding seafood feast, there is also an ancient ruler. How about learning about Amana, the ancient sea dragon beast known as the "Protector of Lorthen," who has always lived near the Lorthen Sea? (Chapter 736)
These enormous marine predators are close relatives of the sky dragons, and are primitive overlords that have survived from ancient times. They have long, coiled bodies like snakes, with muscles that contain explosive power beneath their scales, and sharp claws at the ends of their four short, thick, yet exceptionally powerful limbs.

Although the Amaran doesn't have the enormous wings of a dragon, it can move swiftly across the sea by violently swinging its body. When hungry or enraged, it can even use its powerful body to land and hunt down any creature that dares to challenge it.

Besides Amarna, there is also "Daughter of Matheran".

This name does not refer to Serene, who is currently performing a ritual, but to another ancient sea dragon, a colossal creature living near the island of Lirang on the Anuriel Peninsula at the southernmost tip of the continent of Lustia.

It hunts sharks, swimmers, and small boats near the coast. Occasionally, it joins the elven fleet in battle.

The fishermen from Kosquiat Island had attempted to hunt it in the name of the savage hunting goddess Aneslema, but all their attempts failed. In their culture, worship is a ritual, while hunting is the most direct form of prayer to the gods; reverence and hunting are not contradictory.

When the real "Daughter of Matheran," Serene, appeared on the continent of Lustia, the ancient sea dragon became her companion.

Thus, this ancient sea dragon also came to Lorthion with her—bringing with the chill of the deep sea and ancient killing intent.

Thus, these two behemoths became the main force of the underwater forces.

When the dragons crash into the sea and thrash about, they have already been lurking, adjusting, and locking onto their targets in the undercurrents before unleashing their power.

The seawater churned violently, and foam rose like snowy waves—a signal that the hunt was about to begin.

The two creatures sped across the sea like lightning, rapidly approaching their target.

then……

After struggling and roaring, the dragon vanished without a trace, leaving only a slight ripple on the surface of the sea, as if nothing had ever happened.

The seafood feast surrounding them began its attack and slaughter the moment the giant dragon disappeared into the sea.

In layman's terms, sharks come because they smell it.

Besides the two ancient sea dragons, the seafood feast also included behemoths like giant armored turtles that resembled mobile fortresses. Upon approaching their targets, the riders either fired harpoons or ventured alone to the dragon's tail, risking being swept away by its fins, to painstakingly secure the chains to the tail.

Then, the giant tortoises exerted their strength at the same time, one!

The crabs immediately swarmed forward.

Attack? No, and there's no need for it.

Instead of futilely trying to break through the dragon's defenses with crab claws, it's more practical to simply press, pile on, and push against it with your body.

Layer upon layer, they pushed and pressed the dragon down to the seabed—a strategy so simple it was almost cruel. To let the dragon sink to the bottom, to suffocate it, and to let the ocean deliver the final blow.

The dragon's struggles were swallowed up by foam and bubbles, leaving only muffled sounds that could be faintly heard underwater.

It makes absolutely no sense and has no sense of decorum whatsoever.

Rather than saying the dragon was killed by the seafood feast, it would be more accurate to say it was choked to death.

The fact that the mighty ruler of the heavens drowned is not only humiliating but also a laughing stock if word gets out. But this actually happened, and it wasn't an isolated incident.

In the blink of an eye, a Shining Star Dragon and a Silver Moon Dragon sank to the seabed due to their size and tactics. Two of the four Blazing Sun Dragons were also dragged down, while the remaining two floated helplessly on the surface of the sea, their wings half-open and half-closed, like tattered flags.

The waves lifted their bodies, then mercilessly overturned them, the scalding dragon blood mixing with the salty seawater, churning into a layer of crimson mist.

Especially after the illusion disappeared, it appeared particularly glaring and ferocious.

The ranking and naming of the fire dragons in Ulthuan differ from those of the red dragons in Elsin Alvin; the divisions are clear yet imbued with a sense of ritual. The lowest is the 'Sun Dragon,' young and fiery; above it is the 'Silver Moon Dragon,' calm and elegant; and the oldest and most powerful are called the 'Radiant Star Dragons.'

Any single Star Dragon is enough to wipe out an entire legion, tear a manticore to shreds, or rip the head off a wyvern. They would even triumph over a Chaos Demon.

And now, a Shining Star Dragon has died so inexplicably, so mysteriously, so inexplicably…

In other words, the feud was already formed at this moment.

This isn't over yet; there needs to be an explanation!
Even if Imrek's horn signaled a retreat, even if reason told them to stop, the dragons would not turn back.

Without its prey, Amana, as if in a defiant yet observant manner, raised its mountain-like head to the surface. Its eyes, like two moons, coldly gazed upon the chaos in the sky.

That gaze was like a judgment, or perhaps it was waiting for something.

Then, it slowly submerged, its massive tail fin churning the waves and creating a cloud of white foam. At the same time, several deep-sea gulls in the distance surfaced, leaping like flying fish, before disappearing beneath the surface into silent shadows.

The next moment, the two ancient sea dragons and the seafood feast started moving again, swimming together towards the lagoon.

Although the battle reached its climax right from the start, it had only just begun.

There's also a second phase and a battlefield relocation.

Although the Black Ark has left, one of the land-based drones is still deployed in Lorthorn and has been quietly activated.

However, now is not the best time to appear in the air.

In the previous meeting arrangements, the Sea Dragon and the Seafood Feast were deployed in the lagoon, without being separated. There was no so-called outer sea group or inner sea group, no assigned tasks or directional differences; everyone was placed in the same area, like, no, like, exactly, an underwater feast awaiting a signal.

After all, who knows what direction Caledo might come from? But Duruci has plenty of time and means.

The Time Sentinels stood silently, recording the subtle fluctuations of the past and future. They were in no hurry; they observed. Thus, after finally determining the direction of the dragon's attack, the underwater forces originally deployed in the lagoon rushed to the side of the vast ocean, moving in a mighty torrent, gathering around the Brilliant Tower, and launching their attack around this lighthouse.

This is also why Bellorda and Veltrie did not leave through the opened portal after the dragon appeared. As high priestesses, they differed from Adana, who was also a high priestess.

Because of her identity and duties, Adeana often had to operate in Ulthuan and maintain appearances and connections, but Bellorda and Veltrie were different.

One is the missing Asur, and the other is the complete Duruci.

They've been in Chappejuto for so long that Bellorda has two companions, just like the Twilight sisters.

The Twilight Sisters have the wise and peaceful giant eagle Gwendarlor and the fearless and passionate forest dragon Cecin-Hal.

Bellorda has giant eagles and deep-sea steeds.

On the Anuriel Peninsula lies a rocky island revered as a sacred site of Matheran, located on the northern coast of Lost Souls Island. Besides the sacred site, three giant eagles nest on its cliffs, ready to take flight and answer the call to battle when needed. Bellorda's eagle companion is one of them, known as "Twilight," a strong, swift, and fearless creature whose eyes forever burn with the light of the setting sun.

Although she had wandered through Elsin Alwyn, and although her identity was complex, and the story she carried was more like a mixture of politics and faith, Twilight still regarded her as a partner. The two of them, as always, would enter the eye of the storm when needed to disperse the tempest.

With the opening of King's Landing in Ulthuan, these three giant eagles were summoned back to their former land. At this moment, they are circling at an altitude of four thousand meters.

This time, however, Bellorda did not fight alongside Twilight. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't; she couldn't possibly be inside the Tower of Glory one second and then appear high in the sky the next.

She has to make a choice.

In terms of deployment, she and Veltley were divided into two plans and two phases. One plan involved the dragon attacking from the direction of the vast ocean, while the other involved it from other directions.

Once the plan is in place, the first phase involves performing rituals and maintaining illusions at the Splendor Tower.

The second phase offers two options: one is to follow the portal to leave and help Serene maintain the celestial phenomena; the other is to jump into the water and ride the Deep Sea Steed into battle.

Everything depends on which direction the dragon attacks from.

Currently, Twilight is controlled by Sigrid, while the other two giant eagles are controlled by two sea helmets deployed to Twilight Keep. In addition, all three giant eagles are equipped with Skybreakers.

Meanwhile, Fenafin was underwater, fighting alongside priests and admirals such as Bellorda, Veltley, Dulias, Hadris, and Drein, riding deep-sea steeds.

Although the fleet had left, the admirals had not. Except for Lochsia and Dastan, who were still in the northern peninsula of the Kingdom of Elion, and the Soul Claw, the Painful Omen, and the Annihilation Tower, which were returning to Anaheim for transshipment, all the other admirals had come.

In their eyes, this was the ultimate battle, a grand spectacle destined to be recorded in history, a moment closely watched by the gods. They didn't want to miss it, even at the cost of their lives, rather than live with regret.

Unlike Sigrid, who was confined to Twilight Keep and unable to move, Fenerfen could roam freely. As long as he issued himself a task and then fabricated a report afterward, who could question him? Who would dare question him?

The Trident Bearers have many missions, such as searching shipwrecks in the deep sea, fighting sea monsters, and boarding the Black Ark, but their primary mission is to find the Sunfire Amulet. After learning the exact location of the Sunfire Amulet, realizing it cannot be retrieved at this stage, and after Truch and the Asur naval forces entered a strange state…

So much so that over the past fifty years, he would frequently travel to Chapeyuto, and over time, he even learned to ride the Deep Sea Steed, which was his specialty.

Unfortunately, the trident wielders were not so lucky.

They could only be deployed as marines, following alongside Aislin. Although they were skilled in underwater warfare, there weren't many opportunities left; the number of riding slots for sea monsters was limited.

The competition within the Duruqi organization was fierce, with everyone vying for positions. As a result, some members of the Stormweaver Order had to give up their spots, leaving no room for the Asur.
Fenafin was able to squeeze in because he has a lot of influence, so much so that even Serene, who rarely intervenes in such arrangements, stepped forward to speak up.

By the time Darkus returned to Lorthen, the spots had already been decided. Faced with this formidable lineup of skilled and elite fighters, faced with eyes brimming with a thirst for battle and fervent conviction, what could he say? Whom could he refuse? Whom could he reject?
This is completely different from political probing.

Besides, the fleet has already left, so they will definitely have to participate in the battle, whether it's in the water, the air, or on land.

As the dragons in the sky launched their attack on Lorthen, the sea dragons and the seafood feast also headed towards the lagoon.

The two forces operate in parallel, neither disturbing the other, nor even if they wanted to...

At this moment, Voracs, who was completely covered in armor, was sitting on a bench with a cigar-like cigarette in his mouth and wiping the spikes of his mace with a burlap cloth.

He was not an elf, but a dragonborn, a dragonborn two meters tall with chest muscles like steel and shoulder armor like rock. But he could not fly, nor could he breathe fire; he could only run on the ground and tear his enemies apart with his strength.

That is, dragon people...

Of course, whether it is the dragon people who cannot fly and can only walk on the ground, or the dragon beasts that are somewhat similar to dragon lizards and dragon demons, walk on four legs, and have flexible forepaws, these names are just what Darkus calls them.

In Nagaroth, these two are collectively referred to as "Dragonborn".

The term "Dragonborn" is now shrouded in complexity.

When flying dragons transform into human form, they are Dragonborn; when they revert to their dragon form, they are dragons. Those individuals who cannot transform and are hatched from dragon incubators are Dragonborn.

Terms like "fire dragon," "red dragon," and "savage dragon" are rarely used. They are only mentioned when necessary to differentiate between them.

In Nagarus, they have a common name—'Dragon'.

Volac was born in the Dragon Breeding Vessel on the continent of Lustria, and was among the first dragonborn.

Although he cannot fly and is very different from a real dragon, it doesn't matter to him at all.

After he passed through his period of ignorance, he received an education, learned about the history of dragons, and realized that he had transformed from a dragon egg that was no different from a stone into what he is now, becoming an individual with a name.

To be alive, to breathe air, was a miracle to him.

He has a community, companions, and can appreciate the beauty of the world.

During his vacation, he can go to a bathhouse to enjoy the comfort of being enveloped in hot water and eat his favorite food; in his spare time, he can read various storybooks to pass the time.

Suddenly, his hand stopped moving, his eyebrowless brow furrowed, and he sensed a strange force appearing in the distance, then rapidly approaching.

That power rippled through the depths of consciousness, like ancient memories awakened in a dream.

He found it difficult to describe with the vocabulary he knew; it was familiar yet strange, and strange yet strangely intimate.

It was like a summons, like a call from one's bloodline.

Just as he was feeling it, the fire door in the distance was opened. The heavy creak of the metal hinges echoed in the corridor, dull and low, like the prelude to the sound of a war drum.

"They're coming!"

The sound filled the corridor, causing Duruchi and the dragonborn who were originally sitting in the corridor to stand up in unison, turn towards the fire door, and then move in an orderly manner.

The clanging of armor, the scraping of weapons as they were drawn, and the rhythm of footsteps on the stone surface formed a deep and magnificent prelude.

At this moment, they are no longer individuals, but a cohesive force, a conscious trend.

This scene was merely a microcosm of the entire city wall defense system. As the dragon approached, the entire defense system came into motion.

Due to the attack on illusions, many dragons did not reach their full height; and because not much time had passed between the awakening of the dragons and the outbreak of the Battle of Lor'then, the dragons' formation and entry order appeared chaotic.

Dragon shadows crisscrossed in the sky, swirling into turbulent currents, their roars rising and falling like a symphony disrupted by a storm.

The issue of tactics involves many reasons, such as tactical stagnation or regression, time constraints, and political factors.

It's like a certain period when you could know the boss's skill rotation with your eyes closed, knowing how to position yourself, how to deal with it, and how to use specific skills to handle it. It's like a certain period when you were proficient in using a certain hero, knowing the skill cooldowns, attack ranges, and rhythm of the game by heart.

But what happens after this period? What about a few years, or decades later?

Everything is different.

Memory becomes blurred, rhythm disappears without a trace, reactions are no longer precise, even the simplest beats need to be found again, and even games have long since turned yellow.

Like that classic question: Why didn't we go to the moon?
The attack on the illusion was manageable because the space was large enough; the four black arks and the fleet almost covered the sea surface, allowing the dragons to attack recklessly based on instinct. The space provided sufficient margin for error, which is why some of them ended up in the sea.

Overconfident...

But now... the city wall is only so long, and the space and altitude for flight are limited, with the airflow between layers as turbulent as a winch.

Imrek has the Dragon Horn, but he can't perform micro-management.

The Dragon Horn isn't for the big guys; even if a big guy came, he couldn't control it, no matter how hard he shouted. In the new era, Duruci conducted related experiments. Even if a big guy was at a high vantage point, overlooking the entire battlefield, he couldn't control the overall situation; he could only micro-manage the cold lizards within a certain range.

As for the masks worn on the faces of Kalion and Tiktator...

Due to the compression of flight space and altitude, some giant dragons that did not have time to climb or had no space to climb had to pass through the waterway, since the sea gate is no longer there.

Thus, the entire battle unfolded like breathing, with air being inhaled and exhaled. And when the air was exhaled, and the dragon reached the city's defenses, the battle reached its climax once more.

The garrison troops, located in what was once the shipping lane but now a breach, launched the first attack, with the sea guards pushing the Eagle Claw crossbows into their battle positions. The metal rails screeched against the ground, and the clicking of mechanical devices locking on echoed throughout the room; everyone's movements were as precise as a ritual.

Before the sea gate existed, before Duruchi arrived, these battle positions were used to guard the shipping lanes. But now... the eagle-claw crossbows on these positions are firing at the dragons that dare to try to pass through the gap.

The Silver Moon Dragon, which was the first to rush into the channel, was locked onto by the Eagle Claw Ballistae deployed on both sides. Who else would they attack if not him, since he was the first to come in?
Unfortunately, unlike his distant relative who was at an altitude of four thousand meters, he was not equipped with armor plates that could withstand direct fire from ballistae, and even those that could withstand direct fire from eagle claw ballistae.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon prince on the dragon's back was nailed to the dragon throne, an arrow piercing his chest, not even having time to let out a scream. The silver moon dragon's left eye was hit squarely, blood and light exploding instantly, and two crossbow bolts were also deeply embedded in its chest.

Then, the Silver Moon Dragon cried out in anguish and plunged headfirst into the water. (End of Chapter)