Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

At this time, the Avars were in their most confident period. Externally, they counterattacked Mu Continent, and internally, all the countries were crawling at the feet of the Avars, and they were just one step away from becoming their vassal. It can be said that on the continent of Sauron, the dragon is the boss and the Avars are second. Even the most powerful church in Mu Continent had to give some face to the Avars and the Dragon Church.

This was the first time the Avars had been so ignored and humiliated.

Although after calming down and thinking carefully, I can guess that what the other party said about the Avars' defeat in Mu Continent should be true, but these Avars in the seaport are used to being pirates. What's more, what does the defeat of Mu Continent have to do with my own land?

"Let them taste the power of our artillery!"

An Avar soldier shouted excitedly that the big ships on the opposite side looked like big fat fish.

"Be careful not to damage the boat, or we'll have to repair it."

Another soldier also said jokingly.

The Avar "navy" soldiers on their ships constantly turned the cannons brought by maritime trade towards the imperial fleet.

The gunners on the Avar ships were constantly aiming at those large ships. Although they did not recognize the other flag, the Avars were very familiar with the flag of Castile. In the eyes of ordinary sailors, it was impossible for the Avars to be defeated. It was a lie made up by the Castilians to get away with it. The Avar gunners sneered in their hearts. The newly acquired artillery had not been fired once, so it was just right to test the waters with the Castilian fleet.

The waves rolled, and the sea breeze blew in the salty smell. The cannons on the Avar fleet were neatly arranged, shining with a cold metallic light in the sun, and the gunners were ready. The commander sneered and gave the order: "Everyone is ready, and you can fire freely when the enemy enters the range!"

The status of the gunner is very high, because at sea, cannons can often fire farther than magic. The gunner constantly measures the distance, licks his lips, and imagines what good things he can catch from this big fish this time.

But at this moment, a deafening roar tore through the air, and before the Avar fleet's artillery began to spit out flames, the artillery on the other side's ships fired first, and huge columns of water rose in front of the Avar fleet.

The commander of the Avar fleet was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the other side also had artillery, but then he quickly came to his senses and said to his subordinates in a mocking tone: "These people are really stupid. They don't know how to use artillery. It is obvious that they opened fire before we even reached the artillery range. If it were me, I would..."

Before he could finish his words, a shell accurately hit Avar's main ship. The violent explosion raised fragments of steel and wood, and even the soldiers on the deck were shaken off their balance.

"Report! The enemy's firing range - exceeds our limit!" A scream came from the watchtower with an unbelievable tone. The commander's face was pale and he clutched the side of the ship with both hands, but he couldn't believe this fact and stared at the huge fleet.

Tongues of flame spewed out again, accompanied by wailing sounds from the Avar fleet. The shells were like spirits, piercing the side of another ship one after another. With the influx of wood chips, screams and sea water, the ship began to capsize. The soldiers on the deck fled in all directions, but had nowhere to go.

The soldiers desperately tried to fire back, but the guns were out of range and could not reach the enemy ships. Every time they fired, the enemy only hit them harder in return.

Fear spread like a plague throughout the fleet. Seeing this, the commander immediately gave the order: "Speed ​​up! Have those spellcasters use magic to speed up! Quickly approach the enemy and fire back with artillery, and prepare for a boarding battle!"

Although this commander was arrogant, he was no ordinary man. Instead of running away, he decided to close the distance. The ship on the opposite side was obviously a cargo ship, and its speed was definitely not as fast as a warship controlled by a special spellcaster. As long as he could close the distance, he could fight back. As long as he could fight back, there was still hope.

"Oh? Instead of running away, it's heading towards us?"

Bernice looked at the splashes of water behind the rapidly approaching ships with some interest. It seemed to be an application of water magic, which could allow the ships to continuously accelerate on the sea with the least amount of magic power. It was interesting, but only interesting.

"Open your defenses!" said Bernice.

A speedboat from the Avar side approached the fleet at a very fast speed and began to fire continuously. Just as the artillery was about to touch the hull, it was blocked by an enchanted barrier. This stunned the commander and professionals on the Avar side.

The Avars felt that they were now very rich, so rich that they could even buy the seven pieces of Castile one by one. But even such arrogant Avars had never thought of applying a layer of defensive enchantment on the hull, let alone an advanced enchantment that could withstand artillery fire.

This kind of enchantment, even on armor, would be considered an heirloom for the Avars, not to mention on a ship, and that ship was obviously not even a main ship.

The commander of Avar was stunned and asked the professional next to him: "What is the difference between this defensive enchantment and the defensive enchantment of our city wall?"

The professional next to him also replied subconsciously: "Sir, the defensive enchantments of our city walls cannot be simplified to be used by a cargo ship."

The commander turned around and slapped the professional next to him hard. The professional was unable to react and was immediately slapped to the ground. He covered his red cheeks and asked, "Sir? Why is this happening?"

The commander murmured: "Well, it seems that this is not a dream..."

If the previous long-range artillery made the commander feel that he still had a chance, this sea wall completely cut off the commander's last hope.

Isn't it my friend? Is there such a thing as a city wall on the sea? But now not only is there a sea wall, but it also appeared in front of this commander.

Of course, if they could get close, there might still be a chance for a boarding battle, but at this time the commander had already believed that the Avars were really defeated in the Mu Continent. For a moment, he lost all sense of fighting, and instead connected all the clues as if he had entered the sage time.

"Sir, do you still want to chase me?"

The soldier in charge of the flag signals had a trembling voice, and it seemed that even he could tell something was wrong.

"Chase the hell!"

The Avar commander of Sage Time has now completely calmed down. No wonder the other side can completely ignore the Avars. The other side is indeed qualified, but why would such a powerful fleet fly the flag of Castile?

Looking at the devastation on the sea, with ships hit by enemy artillery everywhere, the commander said, "We won't chase them anymore, but have someone monitor this fleet. The closer we can get, the better. We should try to show our goodwill! There seem to be Avars on their ship, so we should say it's all a misunderstanding! And have someone notify the Dragon Church to find out where they are from."

When the Avar fleet returned to the harbor again, some people immediately reported the naval battle to the Church of the Dragon, but in the shadows, others also began to act and contacted the Holy See of Darkness.

After the bishop wearing the black and white mask heard this, the face under the mask smiled even more wildly, and it even seemed that the mask was smiling along with the bishop's expression.

"good very good!"

Although I don't know where the other party comes from, it doesn't matter. Even if he has powerful firepower or strong enchantments, what does it matter? As long as the other party is a human, there will be dreams. As long as the other party is in a dream, he can only succumb to his own power.

The bishop of the Dark Night Holy Court clenched his right hand and had a plan in mind. This fleet would become one of his aids in fighting against the dragon.

When he thought about possessing such powerful strength, the smile on the bishop's mask became more and more outrageous.