Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 82: Killing Night
The town finally became chaotic, and the night noise turned into shouting and the sound of weapons clashing and fighting. Those sounds alarmed the rest of the adventurers and residents near the harbor, and they began to realize that danger was approaching.

The scene that took place in the tavern was being played out everywhere in the town. These experienced adventurers would not be foolish enough to rush into the fog rashly. They shouted and gathered together, relying on taverns, shops and other buildings to resist the invading Shahua fishmen.

The residents on the streets also fled into their homes and closed their doors, using their homes as cover to temporarily resist the attacks of the monsters. Only some adventurers and residents who did not have time to escape or react encountered the Shahua fishmen in the foggy streets.

But the adventurers in this town are all experienced fighters, and each adventurer has his own companions, so they are not powerless to resist.

Only extremely unlucky adventurers would be quickly killed by the Shahuamin rushing in, just like the sailors in the harbor.

The dragon-born wolf Saha and his followers were patrolling the streets on the other side of the town, away from the harbor. The gnolls behind him were holding tough long sticks that could fight with iron and were wearing simple clothes.

Centaurs, on the other hand, are valued for their powerful fighting capabilities. They are basically equipped with sharp iron hunting rifles and longbows, and wear tough animal skins and leather armor with excellent defensive capabilities.

As for the more powerful dragon-born wolf Saha, he trusted his sharp claws more than ordinary weapons, and his tough skin reinforced by the blood of the red dragon was no worse than the leather armor of the centaur warrior.

Now these dragonborns, who are highly intelligent and possess greater power than other followers, have become quite capable assistants to the dragons.

A total of more than a dozen dragon descendants brought out from the Carthaginian Empire Arena have been assigned by the dragon to serve as administrators and sheriffs in this most developed place in the dragon's territory.

Every night, a dragonborn must lead other dragon followers to patrol the entire town to maintain order and security in the town.

However, in the past, the Dragonborn only needed to stay comfortably in the police station built in the town, letting their ogres and other tribal warriors patrol the streets. This was their privilege.

But the particularly thick fog tonight made the werewolf Saha, who had a keen sense of instinct, feel that something was wrong. This was due to the werewolf's natural beast perception, so he personally led his monsters to patrol the town.

For the Dragonborn, the most important thing is not to disappoint the trust of the dragon and the creator. The dragonborn werewolf Saha does not want to make any mistakes in the responsibilities entrusted to him by the red dragon.

The beast intuition of the dragon-born werewolf Saha came true. When Saha and his followers walked to the center of the town, his sensitive hearing had already heard the sounds of fighting and the roars of monsters coming from the fog.

The dragonborn werewolf was startled. He was not afraid of fighting, but was afraid that he would not be able to guard the territory for the red dragon. The thick fog had now severely blocked his vision.

Even for a werewolf as powerful as he is, the visible distance is no more than ten meters, because this is not simply a naturally formed fog, but a fog with magical power attached.

The dragonborn werewolf stopped and said to a kobold behind him in dragon language: "Go back to the police station and light the warning beacon. Lord Kalon and the other dragons must be informed of this as soon as possible."

"Then gather the other dragon warriors in the police station to come and support us," the dragonborn werewolf pointed out a few kobolds and said, "Go and inform the residents who don't know the situation yet. Every household must be informed and have them pick up their weapons and gather together."

"If there are too many monsters attacking our territory, these wooden houses won't be able to hold out for long. It's best if they come over and join us. We don't know where the monsters are right now, so it's dangerous even if we escape into the forest."

These dog-headed men barked a few times in dragon language and ran back quickly.

"As for you, follow me," the dragonborn werewolf deliberately left the powerful centaur warriors to follow him. His red eyes, which were mutated by the radiation of the red dragon's blood, lit up, and his voice was full of anger and hatred.
"How dare they attack the dragon's territory? I want to test the weight of these bastards before Lord Kalon tears these monsters into pieces."

After saying this, the tall dragon-born werewolf took the lead and stepped into the thick fog. The other centaurs also gripped their weapons tightly and followed the werewolf's footsteps into the fog.

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After walking a few steps into the fog, two ugly monsters jumped out from the thick fog, stabbing the dragon-born werewolf in front of them with their sharp tridents. These monsters always attack the enemy in pairs.

"So it's you, damned murlocs," the dragon-born werewolf Saha said in a cold voice, his red eyes revealing a strong murderous intent, and he had no intention of dodging.

The dragon-born werewolf's muscular arms bulged with knotted muscles, and the sharp claws that were usually contracted under the long hair suddenly popped out. His strong thighs suddenly pushed off the ground and leaped forward, with his extremely sharp claws forming an oblique cross and grabbing forward.

The trident that was stabbing at the body was knocked away by the dragonborn werewolf's huge force, and the sharp wolf claws slashed into the bodies of the two Shahua fishmen who pounced forward.

"puff,"

The tough skin and sturdy spines of the two Shahua fishmen were cut off by the werewolf's sharp claws. The bodies fell to the ground in two, with blood and internal organs flowing out of the broken bodies.
The dragon-born werewolf howled excitedly at the stimulation of blood and faced the monsters that kept rushing out from the thick fog.

The dragonborn werewolf, who was gradually entering a frenzy, didn't care about the trident stabbing at him. His thick fur and skin that was tough like a dragon's meant he didn't have to worry too much about defense. He rushed forward, waving his bloody claws.

"Kill the werewolf, and exterminate all the fishmen,"

"Go ahead and kill that werewolf."

The Shahua fishmen shouted in the language of the abyss that the dragon followers could not understand, and each of them held a trident and charged towards the dragonborn werewolves and centaur warriors.

Under the spell of the Shahua priestess, their courage and strength increased, and the blood they bathed in before further aroused the violence in their hearts. They were not afraid at all of the werewolves in front of them who looked particularly strong.

One after another, Shahua rushed towards the Dragonborn Werewolf, and then were torn into pieces by the Werewolf's sharp claws. The broken monster corpses and strange blood flowed all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the fog.

The Centaur warriors behind him naturally formed a triangular wedge formation behind the werewolf, holding up their long hunting rifles to protect the flanks and back of the Dragonborn werewolf, and fought with the emerging Shahuagin.

The tridents of these Sahuagin were not as long as the hunting rifles in the hands of the Centaurs, and they were often pierced through the bodies by the long hunting rifles before they could attack the Centaurs.

Moreover, these centaurs were strong and were all elite warriors in the tribe. After piercing the bodies of the Shahuagin with their powerful arms, they swung them around and knocked away the remaining Shahuagin that pounced on them.

For a moment, the attacking team led by the dragon-born werewolves was unstoppable, stirring up a bloody storm among the monster group.

That is to say, the vision in the foggy town is insufficient, otherwise, with the strength of the naturally powerful cavalry warriors like the Centaurs and the dragon-born werewolves, their charge would be even more unstoppable.

Even these Shahua fishmen are quite powerful and much more difficult to deal with than ordinary human warriors.

But there were too many monsters emerging from the thick fog, and they were endless and fearless of death. Some scars began to appear on the bodies of the dragon-born werewolves and centaur warriors.

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The dragon-born werewolf's silver-white hair was already stained with blood. He led the team to charge forward and backward, and finally killed the monsters that were attacking the dragon's followers nearby. He moved his ears and actively searched for the enemy's traces.

"Ah, help, these monsters are coming,"

A sharp shout came from the fog, and the sound was very close.

The door of a house was broken down by the Sahuagin monsters, and these monsters were about to rush into the house to kill the humans and loot their treasures.

Bang! A corpse smashed into the monsters gathered at the door, knocking them to the ground. The dragon-born werewolf and the centaur warriors came rushing over.

The werewolf that entered the frenzy state was extremely brave. He jumped on the two murlocs that were lying on the ground, and swung his sharp claws to cut off the ugly heads of the Shahua murlocs.

The other Centaurs also rushed over, piercing the monster's body with their shotguns, and then shook it downwards, shaking the corpse away.

The dragonborn werewolf stepped into the residence. Several adventurers with weapons were standing in the lobby, protecting the ladies who were shivering behind them. He arrived at the right time and there were no casualties yet.

"We can no longer stop the monsters' attacks from here. You can choose to escape backwards or follow us," the werewolf Saha said without saying much, but turned around and left.

Several human warriors and ladies looked at each other. Although the dragon-born werewolf looked extremely terrifying in its frenzy state, with its long hair covered in blood, its red eyes, and its swollen muscles making it look more like a monster, they felt a sense of security.

"Follow him, this werewolf is a follower of the dragon."

So they didn't need to communicate too much and chose to follow the steps of the dragonborn werewolf.

(End of this chapter)