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There are still endless battles in the sky, but the vampires who control the Terror Beast have lost the support from the sea.

While Druchi's war beast entangled the dragon, the vampires also swarmed up, like a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks.

The Dragon Prince encountered more frequent attacks. The ancient family dragon armor was badly damaged, and the falling vampires made the sky seem to be stained with blood.

No matter how brave the dragon princes are, they cannot break through the obstacles.

The blood descendants seemed to be under invisible restraints, and there were no longer any cowards. They intercepted the giant dragons with their bodies with ferocious expressions, and reluctantly turned into burning wreckage.

The manticores were quickly slaughtered, and the black dragons were all shot down, but the even crazier undead delayed the dragon princes.

Suddenly, some of the rising vampires stopped.

They seemed to have received an order from someone, and painfully left the sky to support the sinking fleet.

No vampire can resist the spell cast by Count Noctilus, and no matter how much they cherish their lives, they cannot disobey the Count's orders.

A series of ferocious figures were exposed in the rolling waves. The Thoros used obsidian rods to cut the undead whales and rotten sharks under the vampire fleet.

The bottom of the ship was violently broken open, and Thoros rushed into the cabin to kill each other. The vampires who maintained their spells hurriedly welcomed the end.

A large number of blood descendants fell from the sky and immediately entangled the tall lizard man. The clumsy but brute force Thoros and the flexible vampires fought fiercely in the sunken ships.

The lizards can destroy vampires with just one strike using the magic symbols on the obsidian rods, but the vampires come and go without a trace, so very few attacks actually fall on them.

The powerful attack was weakened by the lizard man's thick skin and magical talismans, turning it into a painless scratch.

Only the most powerful vampire champions can effectively wreak carnage.

The vampire champion warrior who led the vampires to come for support stabbed the hearts of more than a dozen lizards with their stabbing swords.

It moved between the lizards, seizing the opportunity to make another beautiful thrust.

But the ordinary-looking lizard man easily blocked the blow with his bone shield. The scarred veteran among the new recruits unexpectedly rose up and tore the vampire champion's body apart.

Hundreds of magic sailboats disappeared silently into the storm. The reinforcements falling from the sky did not help at all, but only gave the dragon princes a chance to break out.

Imric used his sword to cut off the oncoming vampires. The armor forged by Caledor, the dragon tamer himself, withstood the test of another war.

Prince Caledor picked up the dragon spear stuck on the dragon's back, and taking advantage of some free time, he flexibly waved the several-meter-long magical weapon in the bumpy mid-air.

The undead that came from behind the star dragon was instantly cleared. The giant dragon took the opportunity to turn around in mid-air and get rid of the fly-like blood descendant.

More than eighty dragon princes broke out of the vampire blockade and gathered around Imrik.

These powerful warriors, who could dominate a battle just by appearing on an ordinary battlefield, suffered unprecedented battle losses in this lightless land, in the center of the vast ocean.

The death of their companions made the dragon princes feel a little sad, but what was in the eyes of the dragon princes was a rage that was more violent than the fire in Vaal's anvil.

The world-famous knights disappeared under the insidious means of vampires. The ancient dragon was disturbed from its sleep by undead magic and was forced to succumb to the despicable necromancer.

There is no hesitation, every dragon knight is well prepared before entering the battlefield.

They are the Spears of Ulthuan, who have turned the tide countless times when the Druchi armies threatened Ulthuan.

They have defeated demons countless times, and every time a dragon soars over the battlefield, the elves are bound to win.

The crises that other elven kingdoms could not solve were all reduced to ashes under the dragon's wrath. The family motto passed down from generation to generation told the dragon princes that they are the real and final guardians of Ulthuan.

The ancient surname cannot be let down, and the Dragon Prince has been instilled with the glory of his ancestors since he was a child.

Their ancestors had faced the tide of Chaos with the first Phoenix King, Aenarion, and saved Ulthuan from the shadow of the demon.

It was they who defended the hope of the world on the Island of Death.

Dragon princes cannot be timid or fall behind others, for they are the princes of Caledor.

The dragon's horn was blown again, and the roar from the depths of the storm and the screaming undead couldn't obscure the ancient sounds.

After the terrifying breath, the overwhelming sea of ​​​​fire spread into the ocean again.

But Long Huo, who had always been successful in the past, encountered many obstacles this time.

Huge restlessness came from the depths of the Burial Ship Cemetery, as if the vampire count was shaking the whole world.

The flames all over the sky grew old out of thin air, soon decayed into weak flames, and finally disappeared.

The dragon can only rely on its own bravery and the dragon prince's excellent martial arts to drive away the undead. A dragon without dragon fire is no different than a poisonous snake with its fangs pulled out.

Imrik and Minasnir broke through the black clouds of bats and glimpsed the suspended pyramid being besieged by the undead that filled the sea.

The light of magic penetrated the pyramid and fought against the evil forces deep in the Burial Ship Cemetery.

The magic tide sets off a magic storm that is more magnificent than the waves. From time to time, demons solidify from the magic energy, but the next moment they burn and are expelled by the power in the center of the storm.

Sunlight actually appeared on the sea covered with dark clouds. Countless undead souls rushed towards the sea of ​​light, trying to extinguish the light in the darkness.

But the undead quickly melted in the sunlight, and the powerful vampire approached the center of the sea of ​​​​light with green smoke, and was instantly divided into corpses by the existence in the sunlight.

Dinosaur-like lizardmen fought with undead sea monsters in the ocean, but countless undead failed to intercept their offensive.

Suddenly, the dark clouds were pushed aside by mysterious power, and the seven stars of Hoth were revealed in the night sky.

The flame mage in The Dragon Prince recognized the vision of the Hoth Scroll being activated, and looked at the pyramid where the spellcasting center was located in disbelief.

Teclis?

The Dragon Prince did not expect that the magic swordsman would appear in the Burial Ship Cemetery and bring a mysterious cold-blooded creature as reinforcements.

Imric reluctantly looked away, suppressing the jealousy in his heart.

These enemies should be his, and he should be the first Asur to break into the core of the Burial Ship Cemetery.

Without any gratitude, Prince Caledor was only annoyed that his prey was being fought for.

The horn of charge was sounded again, and Imrik, like a man in a hurry, drove the star dragon and pounced into the depths of the Burial Ship Cemetery.

He must be the first to face the Sea Earl, and the legend of the Dread Fleet must end in his hands.

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