Chapter 732 The Fishmen Are Also Crazy!

Ordinary murlocs cannot climb the tall city walls.

These dragon turtles, which almost took on all the attacks, crashed into the city walls.

They were very manic and powerful. Every collision would shake the city walls.

Other murlocs, with the help of the bodies of these dragon turtles, tried to climb up.

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

More and more murlocs gradually attacked the city walls.

The guards who had been waiting for a long time had to put down various long-range attack weapons to deal with these murlocs who came to their eyes.

Fierce shouts and killing echoed on the city walls.

Fortunately, although there were many murlocs, their combat effectiveness was average, not enough to break through the defense line composed of the elite warriors of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

The spellcasters also cast spells, releasing various buff spells to improve the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The corpses on the city walls gradually increased, and the strong smell of blood spread.

Even though the murlocs' attacks could not cause much damage to the elite warriors.

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

Some elite soldiers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron were injured.

The pressure on the defense line is constantly increasing.

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

"After all, peace has lasted for a long time, even the elite of the kingdom are no less brave than they were in the past."

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

Once a mistake was made, it would most likely lead to a large-scale rout.

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

"Help train the elite team!"

If his own warriors and nobles were not up to the task, Marshal Lothar would have to take this path.

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

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

They roared sharply, and rushed into the battlefield with a momentum that frightened the soldiers.

One batch was enough!

If there was another batch, would the city wall be able to hold up?

Marshal Lothar made a calm gesture to Anthony who was about to take action, and said confidently:

"Don't worry, we traded with more than just various long-range weapons from the Gulf Territory."

Hearing this, Anthony looked at the city wall emitting magical fluctuations.

The second batch of dragon turtles rushed over at an accelerated speed and hit the city wall hard.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The huge impact force made the entire city wall shake constantly.

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

"Can the Gulf Territory use magic to create a semi-permanent defensive wall?"

Bang!

Amidst the sound of violent collisions, Marshal Lothar pointed to the tiny cracks that had opened and healed quickly, and replied with a thankful tone:

"Yes, and the Gulf Territory was very generous and handed over the technology to us."

Anthony looked over subconsciously and met Marshal Lothar's half-smiley face. The latter pointed to the dragon turtle that was rampant outside, shook his head and said:

"Unfortunately, the Gulf Territory gave us the technology in a generous deal, but our technical department can't copy it."

"This is impossible. The Royal Manufacturing Factory can already produce a small number of high-level magic creations. How could they..."

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

Anthony froze in the middle of his words, and asked in disbelief:

"What do you mean? The production technology of the Gulf Territory is used to produce and manufacture super-class magic items and props?"

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

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

Anthony, with a somewhat ugly face, naturally understood the arrogance and "stupidity" of the spellcasters.

For the entire territory, they are sometimes equivalent to another kind of lord.

Other nobles need land, population, and wealth.

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

It usually costs a lot to ask them to help.

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

They don't want to cooperate with the Royal Manufacturing Factory to produce engineering machinery for building cities. In the case of time-consuming and labor-intensive and low rewards, refusal is also foreseeable.

Anthony understands the key to Marshal Lothar's "unhappiness" even more.

At this critical moment, the spellcasters who usually obtain a lot of resources and should play a greater role have not shown their due responsibility.

They want to take advantage but not do anything!

Marshal Lothar blinked and was about to say something.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The mechanical dragon emerged from the dark clouds and swooped down to the excited shouts of the Lordaeron soldiers.

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

The mechanical dragon quickly enlarged, and they could already see the pale golden dragon 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 even 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's soon!

In just 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 turtle 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, staring in disbelief at the Thunder Warrior who was trampling the dragon turtle 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, only more terrifying divine magic 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 10 million, stared excitedly at the sea in the distance, felt the countless murlocs, and said eagerly:

"Finally I can be wild!"

He needs nearly 50 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 30 million Destiny Powers left. All we need to do is kill about 300,000 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 the battle helmet, revealing his young and handsome face, which immediately attracted 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 surging thunder gradually sank into Matthew's body, revealing his gorgeous, majestic, and powerful thunder magic armor.

The newly enhanced thunder magic armor, with the blessing of krypton gold and new technology, flashes with breathtaking light.

All eyes that look over will be attracted by it and can't help but immerse themselves in it.

For magic equipment in the material plane.

Appearance means combat effectiveness!

Matthew's gorgeous and dazzling equipment means wealth, power, and strength!

Looking at Matthew's slowly falling figure, Marshal Lothar and Anthony came up to him, and both gave him a wizard salute, saying in unison:

"Thank you Lord Matthew for your help!"

Even the two of them didn't expect that Matthew would personally go out and get the enemy with one move.

The retreat of the Naga army must have their own ideas and reasons.

But it must be the impact of the arrival of the reinforcements from the Gulf!

Whether it is the "bombing" of the mechanical flying dragon!

Or Matthew subduing these dragon turtles!

The Naga army will think twice!

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

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

Hearing Matthew's good words and feeling his friendly attitude, Marshal Lothar and Mage Anthony put down the stone hanging in their hearts.

Don't think that the Kingdom of Lordaeron is the one who pays.

But for them who are used to the law of the jungle.

The Gulf Territory has strong combat power and can strangle the lifeline of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

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

Fortunately, Matthew's performance and the attitude of the Gulf Territory are just as advertised in the news.

Kind and friendly!

Matthew had a pleasant exchange with them and learned about the current situation of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

He looked at the Mississi River rushing beside the port, and said to the two people whose expressions were slightly relaxed:

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

"What needs to be dealt with urgently now is the murlocs that have spread along the Mississi River to the entire kingdom!"

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

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

After receiving the hint from Marshal Lothar, Mage Anthony gritted his teeth and said:

"In return, we are willing to offer a relic related to the Naga Siren."

Naga Siren?

Aristocrats among the Nagas!

Matthew recalled the Naga Siren that the players called "Rich Monster". Under the surprised gaze of the two, he shook his head and said:

"Clearing the murlocs is our job."

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

Matthew's voice fell, and before Marshal Lothar and Mage Anthony showed their joy.

More than ten huge and powerful flying dragons flew down from the sky.

One of the flying dragons landed steadily next to Matthew, and a fully armed murloc jumped down. Under their gaze, he said excitedly:

"Haha, Bobo is here, the murlocs are attacking!"