Dada......

The sound of fierce gunfire resounded through Crab Harbor, and Brinton was no stranger to soul guns, but he had never heard such a gunshot, almost as dense as raindrops, and in patches, he was breathless.

"What kind of soul gun is this?"

Brinton looked at the wyverns in the sky and saw that on their backs, tall warriors in heavy armor, each holding a weapon that was longer and thicker than a normal soul gun, and the muzzle of the gun spewed flames, shooting countless bullets invisible to the naked eye.

These terrible bullets were like a metal storm, instantly crossing a distance of 1,000 paces, and converging fire on the two hydrostatic turrets on the dock.

The turret had already opened its shield, and the bullets hit it causing ripples in circles.

The blister-like shield was attacked so violently that it didn't stop for a second, and it only took a few breaths before it faltered, and the shield became thinner and thinner, and it began to gradually deform.

Brinton secretly screamed that it was not good.

The shield defense of the hydrostatic turret is no less than that of the six-ring protection spell, even the dragon's breath can withstand it, but in the face of this continuous attack, it does not give a chance to breathe, but the effect is weakened by a few points.

"Lord Earl, they can't hold on anymore!"

The sturgeon warrior beside him exclaimed.

Brinton saw that the sturgeon warriors on the turret were desperately supporting, and everyone's soul power was frantically entering the rune array, because of too much consumption, his face was as pale as paper, and even the manpower was exhausted and fell.

"Why don't you fight back? Hurry up and shoot back!"

A young female sturgeon warrior shouted anxiously, and Brinton shook his head helplessly: "The range is not enough." These wyverns are still out of range of the water cannons and can't hit them. ”

Other sturgeon warriors also discovered the problem.

The Wyvern is at least a thousand steps away from the port, and the water cannon can only hit about seven hundred paces at most, which is already farther than the range of the steam ballista, more than the distance of most spells, and the ordinary soul gun can't hit it so far, but the reality has given a painful blow.

The enemy can hit him, but he can't reach the enemy, so he can only be used as a target.

"What are we going to do?" someone muttered.

No one could answer, and Brinton, who had remained calm, could not speak, he had never encountered such a humiliating battle.

Amid the roaring gunfire, the helpless sturgeon warrior looked desperate as he watched as the shield of a water-pressure turret was broken.

Rumble!

There was a bang, and the shield broke, revealing the tower.

A storm of high-speed bullets poured on the platform on the tower, and the five sturgeon warriors who operated the turret were instantly beaten into a sieve, and without letting out a scream, their bodies were torn to pieces by the bullets.

The sturdy turret was bombarded by bullets and only lasted a few seconds before collapsing.

And that's just the beginning.

Then the shield of the second turret next to it collapsed, and the tower was quickly destroyed, falling into ruins.

Brinton watched this scene in pain, and his heart felt like falling into the abyss. The water turrets on the Crab Harbor pier formed a complete defense, and now that two have been destroyed, there is a gap in the protection.

Sure enough, the dragon and the wyvern immediately sped up their flight.

But the gunfire did not stop.

As they flew, several adjacent water turrets were broken through their shields, only one of them fired a straight water cannon before it was destroyed, and the enemy also came within range, only to be eliminated by an elven mage on the dragon's back, causing no damage.

In just half a minute, the protection of the crab port pier was cleared of a safe area.

The wings of the dragons and dragons obscured the sky, and to the surprise of it, the dragons didn't seem to want to spit dragon breath to destroy the docks, and the terrible soul guns stopped firing and prepared to land.

An overwhelming dragon power hung overhead.

Brinton was a legendary sturgeon warrior with a strong will, and was able to avoid the deterrence of the dragon, but the others couldn't, and each of them showed a look of horror on their faces, and they cowered back.

"Ohshena, please bless us!"

Brinton prayed loudly to the god of the river, the leader of the Riverbend Legion and the priest of Oshenna, the god of the river, who wielded a number of magical arts.

A halo of water rippled out of Brinton's body, and the magic dispelled the fear in the hearts of the sturgeon warriors.

"Spread out!"

Brinton shouted, "For Baloske!"

"For Baloske! For Fisher!" the sturgeon warriors swore an oath, drew their weapons, and their figures writhed into the air like swimming fishes, scattering in all directions, ready to wait until the enemy had landed before striking a desperate blow.

Brinton himself stood still, looking up at the dragon in the sky.

The golden three-headed dragon's huge wings obscured the sun like a shadow, less than a hundred meters above the ground, exuding a terrifying coercion. On the head and neck in the middle of him sat an extremely handsome young man, holding a war hammer, looking down on Crab Harbor with no emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and when his gaze swept over him, there was no fluctuation.

Brinton had heard rumors about this man, but never imagined that he would one day be his enemy.

However, Brinton showed no signs of backing down.

He had already blessed himself with divine magic, and with a loud shout, his feet stepped out of the cracks on the ground, and the whole person turned into a stream of water and rose into the sky, dragging a streamer behind him.

In an instant, Brinton jumped to a height of 100 meters, a cut higher than the golden three-headed dragon.

The great sword in his hand is called "Waterfall", and it is an epic weapon, and the blue light on the sword blooms, and it slashes towards the dragon.

"Ho!"

Brinton used all his strength, even at the cost of overdrawing his soul power, to cut out the pinnacle of his life.

A sword more than ten meters long roared in the wind, condensed by countless water elements, and there seemed to be a turbulent waterfall in the sky, and the sharp water cut through the air and swept the dragon in flight.

In the next second, however, a calm voice rang out.

"Stillness. ”

An invisible wave of mystery spread out with the sound, and the incomparably powerful sword was frozen in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch, as if frozen.

Brinton was shocked to find himself bound and unable to move.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty to look at the dragon's back, and it was not the Earl of Glamorgan in the blood-colored cloak, but another white-haired wizard. Because the Earl of Glamorgan was so dazzling, he had ignored the rest of the dragon's back.

That's when Brinton noticed the white-haired wizard.

This wizard, who looked old but actually had a very young face, held a simple wooden staff, and with a light touch of the tip of the staff, blocked his own sword.

"Legendary High Arcanist!"

"He's the Speaker of the Floating City of Wezeland!" Brinton cried out in despair.

Congatro's transcendent class system is unique, mainly through the fusion of bloodlines to gain power, biased towards melee and magic martial arts, it is relatively easy to promote legends, and the number of legends is quite a lot, but there is a lack of specialized spellcasters, and there has never been a Holy Soul level powerhouse for thousands of years.

Legendary high-ranking wizards are nearly extinct in Congatro, and only a handful of God-favored Chosen ones can match the entire kingdom.

The most terrifying thing is that there is also an elf by the side of the Earl of Glamorgan.

A scorching flame shot out from the elf's hand and hit the stilled water sword, the seemingly inconspicuous firelight contained terrifying energy, instantly dissolving and evaporating the huge waterfall-like sword, as if it had never existed.

This is another legendary high-level spellcaster!

Brinton's heart sank, along with his body.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately, the legendary sturgeon warrior's body had its own unloading element and did not fall into serious injury, but he still couldn't get out of control.

Brinton lay on the ground and watched the golden three-headed dragon descend in the wind.

The dragon bent down and let the Earl of Glamorgan and the two legendary high-ranking spellcasters on his back step on the scales, and then a flash of golden light sent the dragon transformed into a sun knight in brilliant armor.

The other three dragons also landed, and when the wizards on their backs came down, they took on human form.

"For Baloske!"

"For Fisher!"

In the midst of a shout, dozens of sturgeon warriors appeared one after another, surrounded from all over the dock, and launched a frantic attack.

Run away, don't come to die!

Brinton was so sorry that he couldn't make a sound when he screamed wildly, not even moving a finger.

The white-haired wizard raised his hand and stretched out a translucent force field, blocking out all the sturgeon warriors.

At the same time, the elven mage is also casting spells.

A circle of flames spawned along the edge of the force field, booming, exploding outwards and pushing away. The high-temperature flames formed a wall of fire, leaving no dead ends, and everyone was swept into it, no matter which direction they rushed from or the sturgeon warriors who had used their ability to escape.

Some of the sturgeon warriors wore protective gear, but they were useless under the terrible flames, and they were burned to the flesh and let out a wail.

After the force field that protects the wizards is removed, there is not a single sturgeon warrior left standing.

Brinton's eyes widened.

This was the first time he had seen the strength of a legendary high-level wizard, and the Riverbend Legion, which he was so proud of, with hundreds of sturgeon warriors, was so vulnerable.

Fortunately, the two legendary high-level spellcasters did not seem to have murderous intent, and none of the sturgeon warriors were killed.

The arrogant elven mage controlled the power of the fire against different enemies with precision, just right, just enough to burn the target to a serious injury, but not to death.

At this time, the group of flying dragons, which was a little slower by half a step, also landed.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang......

The wyverns vanished in mid-air as white light before they could hit the ground, and the warriors on their backs slammed into the ground, a pair of large feet in metal combat boots stomping on the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

These warriors, who are taller than the giant deer warriors, are the murderers who destroyed the water turret.

Their armor painted blue, trimmed with gold, and a golden marker crossed by a warhammer and a crescent moon on their chests, and armed with long, thick soul guns, quickly formed four squads to protect the wizards after they landed.

Brinton felt the breath of these tough warriors, and found that the captains who took the lead turned out to be legends, and any of them were no less powerful than himself, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He couldn't imagine what kind of transcendent legion would have so many legends?

Even, the rest of the more than forty warriors who are not legends have all reached the high level, and they are only a thin line away from the legend!

On the water outside the harbor, the Knights also rushed into the docks.

The sturgeon warriors below the surface of the water did not know what was going on on the dock, and their figures swam quickly, taking advantage of the cover of the current to launch an attack.

The slender figure broke through the water, and before the weapon in his hand could be stabbed out, it was knocked away by a huge wave of air.

Brinton had never seen such a powerful war horse that looked like a bronze cast, but he could see that their aura was connected together, like a whole, the more the number of war horses, the stronger the power of the qi wave, no less than a wide range of wind spells, not reaching the legendary sturgeon warrior head-to-head, it was tantamount to asking for his own death.

The sturgeon warrior who was the first to attack from underwater was smashed to pieces.

Some sturgeon warriors who hid in the water and cast spells unleashed their spells, and they were swept away by the air waves before they could land on the knights' bodies, without causing a trace of damage.

The weapons of these knights turned out to be soul guns as well.

They aimed at the sturgeon warriors and opened fire, and in the dense gunfire, the water under the dock was covered with blood, and in an instant they were swept away by the air waves.

More than a hundred sturgeon warriors were directly dispersed by the Knights.

They crushed the Riverbend Legion head-on, but instead of killing them all, they continued to rush up to the dock and join the tall group of warriors.

It was only then that Brinton fully saw the appearance of this order.

Unlike the transcendent legions of the six families of Congatro, each knight is wearing sophisticated enchanted armor and equipped with two weapons, one is a strange soul spear and a long sword, but judging from the confrontation just now, the soul spear is their main weapon, and the long sword is only used as a support.

The real strength of the Knights is their mount, this war horse of unknown origin is actually a mid-level magical beast!

With the advantage of being able to fly alone, this order is a rare rival in Congatro.

A wave of magic woke Brinton up.

He found the source of the fluctuations, none other than the leader of the invaders, Count Glamorgan from the Orionse Empire - Wren Augustus.

Ever since the other party came down from the dragon, he had stood still and had not moved.

It was then that Brinton noticed that his left hand lit up with a blue glow, which lasted for more than a minute, and finally, a large portal made of crystal opened on the docks.

The portal was built on top of a crystal platform, with a semi-circular arch that was more than ten meters wide and high, and the energy vortex inside the door emitted dazzling colored light, and as the cast ended, the portal stabilized and gradually became clear and transparent, allowing you to see the opposite scene.

"Large portal!"

As soon as Brinton's thoughts fell, he saw a group of centaurs rush out of the portal.

The heavily armed centaurs split into small squads, carrying bows and spears, each accompanied by a centaur priest. As they exited the portal, the Centaur Captain paused for a moment, allowing a wizard to ride on his back, and then moved on.

The sound of horses' hooves was incessant, and the centaur army was growing more and more.

Lying on the ground, Brinton fell into an ice cellar, but he did not forget to count the number of centaurs, until five minutes later, when no centaurs came out again.

"Five thousand!"

"A centaur army of five thousand men!"

Brinton's mind went blank, the army brought by the Dragonborn was beyond imagination, even if his father arrived with a large force of the Riverbend Legion, he would not be able to resist such a terrible enemy.

Unless the incarnation of the river god comes, the Fisher family will be doomed.

Not only the Fisher, but also the Kingdom of Congartro is about to face a great war, is it possible that in forty years, the kingdom will return to the rule of the Drogon family?

At this time, several figures coming out of the portal caught Brinton's attention.

He recognized the Dragonborn in the crowd at a glance.

By the time the Drogon Dynasty fell, Brinton had already reached adulthood, and he had personally experienced the usurpation wars of that year, and had dealt with members of the royal family, so he was very familiar with the temperament of the Dragonborn, and even after many years, he would not forget that unique atmosphere.

Silver-blonde shiny hair and purple eyes are all traits of the Dragonborn.

And the other party has no intention of covering it up, and openly discloses his identity.

"It turned out to be her!"

Brinton remembers the beautiful drakescent, vaguely matching the appearance of a baby girl in his memory, who had attended her first birthday party in the palace.

It was on that day that she was canonized as the princess of Longjing Island.

"Emily Dragoonburg. Brinton remembered the name of the Dragonborn, thinking that she would be dead a long time ago, but she not only escaped the hunt, but also grew up to be an adult, and returned to Congartro with a powerful army, staging a story of the revenge of the fallen princess, which is simply a legendary story.

There is also a familiar face beside the Dragonborn, Varogan, the former minister of King Siria, but I didn't expect him to be alive!

Just when Brinton felt ridiculous, he found Emilys looking at him.

She walked over slowly, looked at Brinton condescendingly, and said softly, "Earl Brinton, I heard Vallogan say that when I was a child, we used to meet, I wonder if you still remember me?"

Brinton opened his mouth and found himself able to speak.

"Remember, so what?" he replied in a deep voice, "The Dragonborn have no place in Congartro, and you are returning with a large army, this is an invasion of the kingdom, and you don't want to get the support of the nobles." ”

"I don't need the support of the aristocracy, I just need the support of the people. Emily sneered, "If the nobles of Congartro are unwilling to submit to my rule, then there is no need to exist. ”

Brinton looked shocked.

He seemed to see the shadow of her father, the "Mad King" Siria, in Emily, and after a few breaths of silence, he said slowly, "You are crazy. ”

Emilys didn't answer, throwing out a pair of shackles made of magical alloys, and ordered, "Take him with you." ”

Two high-ranking mercenaries shackled Brinton and followed the army with them in their hands.

Ahead, the Ultramarines and the Knights of the Spear Wing have made their way out of the Crab Harbor Pier and along the main road of Balosk City, heading straight for the Fisher family's castle in the city. Five thousand centaurs followed, tens of thousands of horses' hooves stamped on the ground, and the city was shaken with a roar.

The guns of the Ultramarines roared, and the spells of the wizards flew in the air.

Water turrets along the way were destroyed, and a moment later, an ancient castle protected by a blister-like shield came into view.

The Fisher family's castle has arrived.