The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

Chapter 629:100% Completion Rate, Rich Dungeon Reward

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The battle at the Panas Coast grew increasingly fierce as time passed, with both sides determined to destroy each other and committing all their forces to win this campaign.

On the fifth day of the battle, the orcs couldn’t hold back any longer and began deploying sixth-tier units. They launched a massive attack with four 2-star teams of sixth-tier berserkers and three teams of stormwing wyverns. Tens of thousands of fifth-tier orcs joined the assault.

The alliance of elves and humans didn’t hesitate and also sent several teams of sixth-tier units, along with numerous fifth-tier warriors, to resist fiercely.

However, amidst the intense battle, a demon army quietly bypassed the coastline and launched a surprise attack on the flank of the Panas Coast, putting the alliance in a precarious position. They had to repel this attack at a significant cost, with over a hundred thousand human and elven warriors paying the price in blood.

After this battle, the alliance found itself in a dire situation, with only a little over two hundred thousand forces remaining, struggling to contend with the formidable orc and demon armies.

As night fell, Theodore’s heart felt as heavy as the night itself. He looked at the officers in his tent on both sides, speaking with a solemn tone, “Gentlemen, we have entered a moment of life and death. Do any of you have a strategy to break through the enemy?”

His words fell, and the officers remained silent for a long time. Finally, an elven officer sighed and said, “At this point, there is no way but to fight to the death.

Our forces are severely depleted, strategic resources are scarce, and enchanted arrows and alchemical cannonballs are nearly exhausted. Without reinforcements, we cannot withstand the onslaught of the orc and demon armies.”

Other officers nodded, but how could they expect reinforcements?

Currently, the Orderly Faction was at war with the Evil Faction in every corner of the world, struggling to resist. This alliance of elves and humans was the last sizable army stationed in the heartland of the Orderly Faction.

Once they were defeated and the Panas Coast was breached, the consequences were evident.

Thinking of this dreadful outcome, both elves and humans in the tent couldn’t help but feel pessimistic.

At this moment, a sudden voice broke the silence. “What about that Divine Patron? Didn’t he go to seek aid from the ocean tribe?”

“Aid? I think he’s just afraid of the orcs and demons and made an excuse to run away!” someone said in a disgruntled tone.

The other officers didn’t say anything, but their expressions more or less agreed with this point. Since that day, the human known as the Islander had disappeared into the depths of the ocean and hadn’t been seen since.

“Humph, humans are indeed unreliable…”

Suddenly, Theodore slammed the table in anger, exclaiming, “Is this how you speak of a friend? Do you doubt the army that fought bravely on position 58 for the past few days?

Two legendary-tier heroes, one Legacy-tier hero, and thousands of fifth-tier troops. Do you really think this is what you call running away?”

Theodore’s words silenced many elven officers, and quite a few wore unnatural expressions, seemingly feeling ashamed of their previous thoughts.

If that human truly wanted to escape, why would he leave behind so many heroes and armies?

At the very least, two legendary-tier heroes and one legacy-level hero were not forces that could be easily abandoned.

Seeing the reaction of the officers, Theodore’s expression finally softened a bit. “Lord Islander is working diligently in places we cannot see. We should also hold our positions and persevere until he brings back aid from the ocean tribe.” “Yes!” This time, the elven officers all responded in unison.

Though they said this, the elves in the tent understood very well that getting the ocean tribe to join the battle was not an easy task; otherwise, it would have been accomplished at the beginning of the war.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the tent, followed by slightly urgent voices.

“Commander Theodore, Lord Islander, has returned!”

The elven officers were stunned, sharing looks of surprise with each other. This human had actually come back?

Theodore was equally surprised, but soon a hint of joy appeared on his face as he quickly said, “Please, bring him in!”

“Yes!”

Soon, the tent curtains were lifted, and Ji Chen, dressed in a dragon-scale robe with a mysterious aura about him, walked in.

The elven officers stretched their necks to get a better look, only to find that there were no ocean tribe members following him. Disappointment was evident on their faces.

It seemed that they had not managed to secure the support of the ocean tribe after all, indicating that the Panas Coast was inevitably destined to fall.

In that case, they would fight bravely until the last moment, using their blood and sacrifice to compose an epic of elven heroism that would make the orcs and demons understand their courage!

Suppressing his inner disappointment, Theodore forced a smile and said, “Lord Islander, it’s good to see you safe.”

Ji Chen looked at them strangely, wondering if something had happened during the few days he was away.

“Has something happened while I was gone?”

Theodore briefly summarized the current situation in the war. As he spoke, he gradually wore an expression of noble sacrifice, his tone becoming more fervent.

“…Even if we fight alone, the elves will not take a step back.. If the orcs and demons want to break through the Panas Coast, they’ll have to step over my dead body!”