The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

Chapter 615: Orc Landing Battle

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Theodore still wanted to say something, but a low and deep horn sounded gradually, and on the previously distant sea, hundreds of black dots suddenly appeared.

Looking closely, one after another barbaric sailboats with skeletal decorations hanging around, shaped menacingly, raised their black sails and approached slowly. The ships were crowded with excited orcs, their eyes filled with bloodlust and cruelty.

Roaring sounds echoed one after another, as if declaring their arrival to the elves and humans.

Theodore’s expression changed slightly, but he remained calm and said, “Take your positions and use the shore-based cannons to welcome these orcs.”

Many elven officers and strong individuals scattered and hurriedly returned to their posts. Theodore looked at Ji Chen, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a pleading tone, “Lord Islander, please intervene to stop the orc landing and defend the Ranas coast.”

At this point in the instance, the curtain was finally officially raised on this major war, and Ji Chen, in a way that Tian Shu and the others had not expected, easily entered the sight of the elven Theodore, becoming the protagonist of this war.

Ji Chen nodded slightly, with a calm demeanor, and said firmly, “I will take action.”

For some reason, these simple words gave everyone a sense of security, as if having the Islander’s involvement brought hope of victory.

Tian Shu and the others couldn’t help but feel relieved, and a young female player in the team blushed and muttered softly, “So handsome…”

With Ji Chen’s affirmative answer, Theodore also nodded as if relieved and returned to the prepared command post.

Orc fleet.

Countless fierce orcs saw the dark coastline in the distance and began to shout excitedly, waving all sorts of strange weapons in their hands.

Wearing crude iron armor and bearing scars on their faces, the Orc Centurion, who led hundreds of them, pointed at the distant coastline with a ferocious club, speaking in an instigating tone.

“Small ones, do you see the coastline over there? As soon as we land, charge towards the shore with all your might! Kill all the pointed-ear and two-legged sheep that stand in your way in the cruelest way you can imagine!

Cut off their heads, bleed them with weapons, devour their bodies with your teeth, and nurture our descendants with their flesh and blood!

We orcs are the greatest race in this world, do not fear death, the savage gods in the sky are watching us! Even if we die, we can enter the heavens and enjoy eternal life!”

Their response was the increasingly fanatical and excited howls of the orcs.

The Orc nodded in satisfaction and wanted to say something more, but suddenly, his body was engulfed in a ball of flames, along with dozens of orcs around him, all bursting into a mist of blood.

Countless shells flew from the coast like raindrops, falling among the orc fleet, bursting into red amaryllis flowers.

The decks were pierced, masts broken, hulls torn open, and the sails were scorched with a strong smell of blood.

But the orcs showed no sign of fear; the scent of blood only made them more excited and fanatical. They raised their weapons and shouted.

Roar—

Wugggggh!

They were being watched by the savage gods, and after they died in battle, they would ascend to the supreme heavens and enjoy eternal life!

The orc fleet advanced rapidly under the artillery fire, and once they reached the firing range, they began to man the barbaric cannons, crossbows, and fired wildly towards the coast. Some of them were so excited that they jumped directly off the ship, swam towards the shore, and were left far behind by the ship, while others lay on the shaky ship railing, pointing and mocking wildly.

The elven side remained relatively calm, orderly firing their cannons, sinking one orc warship after another. Hundreds of thousands of elven and human warriors hid beneath trenches and fortifications, holding only their weapons, their eyes fixed firmly on the orc ships charging madly towards them.

As the orc fleet approached within a mile of the coast, they gradually came to a stop. Landing boats were lowered, and dozens of orcs, each with an oar in hand, vigorously rowed. Orc captains stood at the front of the boats, brandishing weapons and shouting.

Monstrous creatures carried orcs, paddling with all four limbs, swam vigorously on the sea’s surface. Occasionally, they would open their massive mouths and spew lightning, turning the elves and humans defending the positions into charred remains.

Further back, on aircraft carrier-like ships, agile Gnolls, along with shamans, leaped onto giant bats, sharp-beaked wyverns, scorpion-tailed flying dragons, and took off in squadrons, forming a dark cloud heading toward the coast.

The elven and human side was not to be outdone, fully aware of the importance of air superiority.

Squadrons of hawk riders, dragon eagle archers, and pegasus knights ascended into the sky to confront the orc’s airborne forces.

In the midst of anti-aircraft fire from the ground, two clouds clashed in the sky.

The aerial forces on both sides engaged in their first direct battle. The giant bat riders hurled iron spears, piercing through the hawk riders. The werewolves, mounted on agile wyverns, maneuvered up and down, evading the oncoming rain of arrows. As they passed each other, they abruptly twisted their bodies and jumped onto a dragon eagle steed, drawing rough iron axes from their backs. Under the astonished gazes of human archers, they severed their heads.

The orc shamans were fanatical, chanting incantations incessantly. Their magical artifacts fired lightning, poison mist, and flames, bringing down the elven and human riders one by one..