Above the sea, not much from the shore of Dragon City, the water here is divided into two colors.

On one side is turquoise water, while on the other side is a dark red sea that emits a pungent smell.

Rows of large ships lined up in the turquoise waters, at the junction of the two seas, looking at the dark red water, but they did not enter.

"Hurry up, you damn guys, hurry up and lower the sails, bastards, do you all want to die?"

A voice roared aboard the Imperial warships lined up beyond the dark red waters, and the voice was filled with deep dissatisfaction.

The ordinary sailors on the deck, weaving among the Imperial soldiers, quickly ran to the mast to lower the sails as ordered.

It was the first time they had lowered their sails, and both the sailors and the Imperial warriors on deck were a little numb.

It's just that everyone doesn't quite understand why they have to raise and lower their sails back and forth like this.

The Imperial warships had been docked in front of them for a long time, but they had never crossed the boundary of the sea in front of them.

There was no real entry into the dark red sea, no real entry into the sea that sailed to the Republic.

Neither the sailors nor the fighters understood why they were so slow to sail forward.

Obviously, the size of the fleet is large enough, and all the fighters are also better prepared for landing operations.

Among the many Imperial warships, one ship was the tallest, much taller than the others, and the overall size of the warship was even larger.

This is the real building ship of the Empire, which is considered the strongest warship of the Empire, with extremely strong offensive and defensive power.

The artillery fire on it alone is enough to flatten any city.

The battleship can carry more than a million soldiers, and it is definitely a real overlord on the sea, as if it were a huge moving island.

At the very front of the top of the huge battleship, two generals stood against the railing, staring at the dark red water in front of them.

Despite its proximity, the fleet never entered the dark red waters, according to the orders of the current commander of the Imperial fleet.

The commander standing in front of him looked about the same age as Duke Lin, and he was a very capable middle-aged man.

Beside him stood a young general who was also dressed in military uniform and had a straight figure.

Seeing that the fleet had all lowered its sails again, the young general finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Commander, we have arrived here, why don't you continue to move forward?" Before, you said that you would wait for reinforcements to arrive, but now that the troops have all arrived, you are still reluctant to give the order to continue moving, why is this?"

The middle-aged commander heard the question of the young general beside him, stared ahead and whispered softly: "Moving forward means that the war has begun." ”

The young general was puzzled and continued to ask: "Aren't we here just for the war?"

The middle-aged commander nodded and responded: "Yes, we are here for the war, but we can't start the war easily." ”

Hearing this, the young general was still very puzzled: "Why? The horn of the imperial counteroffensive has been sounded, isn't it?"

Without waiting for the commander to speak, the young general continued: "Now that the empire has successfully landed in other places, it is said that some large armies have conquered several cities one after another. ”

The commander's voice suddenly became low: "So what?"

The young general said with some eagerness: "Father, if we don't attack again, we will delay the fighter plane and be robbed of the merit by those guys." ”

The middle-aged commander turned his head to look at his son, staring at his son, who was young but able to wear the uniform of an imperial general.

The commander suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that you still don't understand the meaning of this war. ”

Staring at the dark red sea in front of him, the commander retracted his smile and said in a deep voice, "The real meaning of this war is not how many cities we have conquered. ”

"Those cities on the East and West continents originally belonged to us, and we should take them back. ”

After a pause, the middle-aged commander's eyes shone brightly, and he resisted his son to the death.

Until he saw that the young general's heart was furious, he couldn't bear the commander's gaze and took the initiative to lower his head.

The commander continued, "Our real enemies are those who can stand up to the sect. ”

Pointing to the sea in front of him, the commander said, "Look, look at the dark red water, which is stained with blood." ”

"Everyone thinks that the sea water is stained with the blood of the Imperial soldiers back then?" ......the middle-aged commander let out a hair-making laugh, "but a few people know that the reason why the sea in front of us is dark red is actually because a powerful witch died here, and this sea has the blood of a witch in it, and we will be cursed when we step into it." ”

The young general was startled and stared incredulously ahead, at the dark red waters.

As a high-ranking general of the Empire, as a true magnate of the Empire, the general understands what it means for the witch to donate blood.

For the empire that believes in the witch cult, witch blood is a forbidden thing that must not be desecrated.

The young general thought for a moment and whispered in a trembling voice, "Why? Why is there witch blood here?"

The commander sighed and said: "Back then, we retreated overseas and were chased and killed all the way by the army of the Republic, if it wasn't for the witch who spilled her blood here, do you think we would have been able to retreat safely?"

"For so many years, why has the Republic never set foot overseas and gone to completely exterminate us?"

Hearing this, the young general was taken aback, and then looked at the dark red sea in front of him, he couldn't imagine how much blood he needed to donate to dye such a large area of sea red?

The commander whispered to the young general: "Go, give the order to drop anchor, for the time being we cannot continue to move forward." ”

The young general answered, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask, "Commander, when are we going to wait?"

The middle-aged commander thought for a while and replied in a low voice, "Wait for someone from the sect to come and take back the witch's blood." ”

Hearing this, the young general was shocked again, and was stunned for a while, unable to speak.

Instead, the commander patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, it won't be too long, just let those guys on land live a few more days." ”

The middle-aged commander's voice revealed a strong killing intent, which instantly stimulated the anger in the young general's chest.

The young general saluted the commander, then turned to convey the commander's will and orders.

Seeing the back of the young general leaving, the middle-aged commander turned around and continued to stare at the dark red sea, his eyes as if he had crossed the vast sea and saw the other side at the end of the dark red sea.

The middle-aged commander whispered softly, "Dirune my dear, wait, wait a little longer, I will kill that city and avenge you." ”

In an instant, a strong killing aura erupted from the middle-aged commander's body, and he seemed to have turned into a violent demonic beast in an instant.

But the next moment, as the sea breeze slowly blew, the middle-aged commander returned to his original appearance and stared quietly ahead. (To be continued.) )