Chapter 1208: Chapter 306: Wrath Unleashed II
Thousands of soldiers were silently marching in the rain, in perfect unison, without a single noise. As far as the eye could see, everything was grey and white—armor, plumes, cloaks, reflecting off each other.
"Who are they?" The old soldiers on the city wall looked at each other in awe below the fortress. Such an army was clearly a formidable force, the toughest opponent on the battlefield; but could Erune still have such a powerful army, were they from Kurkoburg? Or the icy battlefield on the Northern Plateau?
Until a banner pierced through the darkness—a heraldic unicorn white lion, passing through centuries, bearing the most glorious period of this ancient kingdom, shining brightly.
"They must be significant," the captain beside him muttered to himself, turning back, "It’s the White Lion Legion! The White Lion Legion has arrived, open the gate!"
"Open the gate!"
"Open the gate——!"
The sentry’s command was transmitted along the towering city walls, intermittently piercing through the rain. The giant wooden gate pushed aside the mud and water, slowly opening with the low, heavy creaking of the winch.
The advancing troop came to a halt.
Owen raised his head, gazing at the grey city walls of the ancient port fortress amidst the storm; so this was the center of the southern kingdom they had always guarded—the city founded by Former King Ai Ke, ’——its glory written on its walls, from here Erune was no longer subjected to the Cruz people,’ this city wall had endured harsh weather, baptized by war, yet it had never once fallen to enemy hands.
And this time, it would cleanse itself.
"White Lion Legion, enter the city!"
...
Before dawn, Madley dragged the newcomer to the dock. Outside the port, it was pitch dark, but the waves were towering, the sea seeming to flip over, the storm sweeping across the entire Outer Sea—beyond the chain, the seawater looked as if it was boiling, a line of white waves was clearly visible beneath the lighthouse on the cape, he had never seen such violent weather in ten years.
"Damn, what huge waves." Madley praised against the wind and rain. With twelve years as a dock guard, he could be considered experienced and knowledgeable, yet he had never seen such a spectacular scene.
"I’ve never seen a storm like this since I was little, the old witch on Sea Wind Cape said the Dark Dragon has resurrected, this is all signs..." The new recruit, his face pale, watched a small sailboat being dragged into the Outer Sea from the anchorage, disappearing instantly into the giant whirlpool, shivering as he spoke.
"Stop babbling, it won’t drown you!" Madley kicked him, "Get to work, don’t dawdle." He raised his head and couldn’t help but shake it: "But indeed, it’s unusual this year..."
"Ah!"
"What’s wrong now?"
"Captain, there seems to be something in the sea!"
"You must be seeing things? Probably a sailor who fell overboard, may Martha bless them with self-survival." Madley shook his head; falling overboard this season, surviving would be a miracle, who knew which unlucky soul it was from—perhaps from that ship earlier.
"No, it’s not, it’s sharks! There are so many sharks in the sea!" The new recruit suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"Sharks?" Madley was taken aback, turning involuntarily. Only to see a white wave cutting through the waves, the erect fin like a banner. Then, the second, third, dozens of white waves pierced through the huge waves, forming a massive striking arrowhead pointing straight for the dock—
Soon after, a second, third arrowhead appeared, almost instantly, the entire Ampezel Port was faced with the onslaught. On the sea surface, hundreds or thousands of traces were accelerating, like a massive pack of wolves rushing in.
Madley’s face changed instantly.
"Those aren’t sharks!"
"It’s an enemy attack—!"
He felt his legs go weak, stumbling as he turned to rush towards the alarm bell on the dock, but as he turned, a ’bang’ collided with a solid wall. The old port guard felt a darkness before his eyes, tremblingly raising his head to look...
What he saw was a creature with a human torso and a snake-like form, with a cold, angular, lizard-like face.
Naga!?
With eyes full of disbelief, Madley slowly fell.
Sani’er withdrew its hand, coldly glancing at the two unconscious guards on the ground, it had seen the weakness of humans. Yet such a frail race also had awe-inspiring strong ones—it turned back, at the shore, it was like a majestic painting with a violent storm as the backdrop, and beneath this painting, countless Naga were landing...
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