Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 85 Massacre
"Damn it, get out of my way,"

The Shahuag Baron stretched out his four strong and powerful arms and extended his sharp claws, pushing away and tearing the Shahuag warriors in front of him.

His powerful weapon that had been blessed with magic by the Sahuagin priestess and could easily break the four weapons of the young dragon had been discarded by him. The treasures he had looted and hung on his body were also thrown away, just to increase his escape speed a little bit.

One by one, the Shahua murloc warriors did not die at the hands of the dragons and their followers, but died at the hands of the rulers of their own tribe. Any ordinary warrior who stood in front of the murloc baron was torn in half by their rulers.

These ordinary murloc warriors fell defenselessly on the way of escape, and the warm, smelly blood spilled all over the coast. The looted gold coins, gems and jewelry were also soaked in blood, mixed with the fishy and salty sea breeze to form a strange smell that spread across the entire vast coast.

But the Shahua Murloc Baron does not care about these ordinary Murloc warriors. The sea is vast and boundless, and there are plenty of Shahua Murlocs. As long as he can return to the sea, he can still easily form a tribe that is no less powerful than the current tribe.

He was now extremely horrified, and felt that his strong limbs, which had allowed him to wrestle with the young white dragon in the past, were now somewhat sore and weak.

He tried his best to rush into the sea which seemed so close in the past, just wanting to survive from the claws of that terrifying red dragon, but now the Shahua Fishman Baron suddenly felt that this road was so long.

"Damn it, why didn't you investigate the specific situation here? Why is there a monster like a red dragon here? I want to kill that fishman."

The fear and terror in the heart of the Shahuagin Baron turned into rage and ruthlessness, and he decided that if he could escape back, he would skin and drain the tendons of the Shahuagin who was patrolling the sea area, and then feed him alive to his pet shark.

roar,
There were several scars on the body of the white dragon Gmot, which was not protected by scales. The blood of the dragon was overflowing from these deep scars. These were the injuries caused by the Shahua Yurkus Baron and the Shahua Yurkus Two-Armed Warrior.

But now the pain brought by these injuries turned into his desire to kill. The wings of the white dragon Gmot were not as strong and hard as those of the red dragon. He just folded his wings and ran in the town like the hunting beasts in the grasslands and forests.

boom,
The body of the young white dragon crashed into the crowd of running Shahua murloc warriors like a moving bulldozer, and his sharp dragon claws cut through the legs of those murloc warriors like the sharpest swords.

The hard leg bones of these Shahua fishmen were also cut off by the sharp claws of the white dragon. Their madly running bodies were split into two halves. The lower half fell to the ground, and the upper half was thrown forward several meters away under the momentum of the forward rush. Then they realized the fact that their legs had been cut off, and let out miserable wails.

But the white dragon rushed over and stomped down with its strong limbs, crushing the terrified and wailing Shahua fishmen warriors into meat pulp, and the blood gradually dyed the dragon's white scales red.

"Awooo, killing, I enjoy this feeling, this is the life that a werewolf warrior should have."

The powerful dragon-born werewolf was running on the rooftops of the town. He specifically chose places where the most Shahuamin warriors were to chase him. The monster's natural claws became a killing weapon.

The dragon-born werewolf Saha, who was in a frenzy, had his long white fur dyed deep red. Huge amounts of blood and flesh fragments were dripping from his fur. His red pupils and the thick white mist he exhaled turned him into a monster even more terrifying than the Shahua murloc.

Although the dragonborn werewolf who is proficient in combat skills is not as huge as the young white dragon, he kills more quickly and effectively than the white dragon Gmot.

The dragonborn werewolf's nimble body shuttled through the crowded houses in the town, and the obstacles that blocked the escape of the murloc warriors became his aid.

The werewolf's powerful strength allows him to leap and shuttle between the crowded rooftops. Every time he descends, he uses his sharp claws to take the lives of these monsters. The crowded towns have become hunting grounds for the crazy werewolves.

puff,
The werewolf's leaping body brought with it a cold, bloody light, and its long, killing claws cut the necks of four or five Shahua fishmen warriors, causing blood to splatter and gushing out.

Among them was a powerful murloc warrior with arms grown out. The spines of these murloc warriors were also cut off, and their heads rolled down and rolled towards the seaside, but would never reach it.

The Centaur warriors ran at a speed that the Murloc warriors could not match. The cloth strips wrapped around their hunting rifles had long been soaked with the blood of monsters. They needed to exert great force to hold the weapons in their hands, so these Centaur warriors looked particularly violent.

The long shotgun became a wooden stick for stringing candied haws in the hands of the Centaur warrior. The powerful force and swift speed made the spear invincible. It easily pierced through the tough skin of the Shahua murloc warrior, and then continued to attack with the murloc's corpse until the shotgun was filled with murloc corpses.

The kobold followers, who were always weak in combat, also barked and followed the dragon followers in pursuit. Their short stature became an advantage in the crowded town, and their brutal nature towards other races made them brutally slaughter the fishmen warriors once they hit them.

The murloc warrior's limbs were torn off by the kobold's followers, his tough skin was peeled off and draped over the kobold's body, and finally his head was torn off and hung around the kobold's waist as a trophy and toy.

"Go, don't let these damn fishmen escape back to the sea," "Kill them and take back the looted treasures,"

These human adventurers are not willing to be outdone, and now the treasure carried by the escaped Shahua fishmen is their main target.

The treasures plundered by the Shahua have now become legitimate unowned spoils of war. They covet these riches, so they are particularly enthusiastic in hunting down these monsters.

boom,
The dwarf warrior Kragon attacked with his heavy hammer. The powerful dwarf swung his weapon to break the bones of two Sahuagin warriors, then smashed the terrified murloc warrior with a hammer and began to explore the body of the murloc warrior.

"Hahaha, great, looks like I can have another drink tomorrow."

The dwarf warrior excitedly stuffed the looted gold coins into his pocket, then raised his sledgehammer and chased after the murloc.

After those Shahua priestesses were trampled to death by the terrifying red dragon, the thick fog covering the town has gradually dissipated. The rest of the mages used magic to speed up the dispersal of the fog. Now the town is no longer troubled by the thick fog blocking the view.

So the scene that happened to the dwarf warrior was replicated in every corner of the town. Even the adventurers in the back half of the town who were not affected rushed out. They had made a judgment after seeing the red dragon descending to the earth, so these adventurers turned into bloodthirsty predators and regarded the monsters that escaped into the town as delicious prey.

Rumble,
Charon's huge body was like a heavy truck impact in his previous life. The red dragon with a strong desire to kill no longer cared whether the houses in the town were destroyed.

His terrifying power directly smashed big holes in the houses built with these huge trees. The sturdy houses were knocked through and collapsed by the red dragon. The falling giant trees could not hurt the huge red dragon, but they could knock down and bury the fish-man warriors fleeing in the alleys.

The red dragon charged all the way, like an out-of-control metal chariot that crashed through a passage in the town, raising dust and making crackling sounds wherever it passed.

Countless Shahua fishmen were buried by the collapsed houses and were trampled to death or crushed by the rushing red dragon. The monsters' wails were the music of the red dragon's attack, and the monsters' screams were the melody of the red dragon's killing.

roar,
The violent dragon blood revived, and the red dragon's mighty power spread fiercely. Many Shahua fishmen warriors were frightened by the horrifying breath and their legs went weak, but the red dragon's breath was overwhelming, and it was the breath of death.

"Ah, the monster is catching up,"

"Spare me, I am willing to submit to the dragon,"

The fog covering the town was replaced by the terrified wails and pleas for mercy of the Shahua fishmen, but these monsters who gave up on escaping were soon trampled by the red dragon and turned into a ball of mud.

Caron's powerful impact force quickly broke through the obstacles of the small town, bringing blood and flesh along the way, but he had a new goal.

His blood-stained red eyes were fixed on the Shahua fishman Baron who was running in the front. He could clearly sense the baron's strong vitality.

"It's getting closer, it's getting closer, I only need a few steps to escape into the sea and away from this terrifying dragon."

The Shahua Fishman Baron felt the breath of the red dragon behind him getting closer and closer to him, but the sea water was only a few steps away from him. A trace of relief rose in his horrified heart, and he jumped up and pounced on the sea that represented life.

boom,
The sharp sound of whistling wind accompanied the Shahua fishman Baron's fall into the sea. A trail of blood spread in the dark blue sea water. The Baron's strong body was shattered with all the bones, and he floated on the surging sea like a puddle of mud.

"Almost,"

The Shahua Fishman Baron stared at the dark night sky with his lifeless fish eyes, and ruptured internal organs and blood flowed out of his mouth.

A huge log floated up and down beside him, and then the sharks smelled the blood and went crazy, starting to bite the body of the still conscious Shahua Fishman Baron.

The last impression that the Shahua Fishman Baron had before he lost consciousness was the group of dragons swooping down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)