In the ancient town, the human Gragedin Les was praying as usual.
As a non-obvious dragonborn, he is the well-deserved leader of this island ruled by half-dragons.
Of course, there are only less than a few hundred people on the entire island.
The residents here include humans, murlocs, and various other miscellaneous marine races.
The ethnic composition of this small island with less than a few hundred people is complex.
Most of them are the descendants of half-dragon slaves.
In a sense, this island is a prison.
The half-dragons were not interested in these prisoners.
They have too many slaves.
And in the eyes of half-dragons, not just any slave can serve a noble dragonborn.
More often than not, half-dragons do not need slaves and captives in their wars.
This resulted in the half-dragons' war losses being quite high.
But they don't care.
These slaves, if not for some reasons, would have died in the cold sea water long ago.
One early morning decades ago, the young Gragedin Les was summoned by a leader of the half-dragon organization.
After handing over these slaves to the management of Gragedin Leth, a mixed-race human who was also unpopular in the half-dragon organization, they were left to fend for themselves.
According to this, it has been decades...
Gragedin-Les walked out of the church a little stooped.
In small towns, riots of all sizes occur every day.
Only during meal times do they maintain rare silence.
The cook is the only person on this island, second only to Gragedin Les.
It is a purple-scaled murloc.
God knows why a fishman can actually be pretty good at cooking.
Looking at the familiar old faces outside, they appear younger and stronger than the mixed-race Gragidin Les, who has no advantages.
Unfortunately, this is the hinterland of the half-dragon territory.
Strong or not strong, it makes no difference.
As weak as he was, he still ruled the island safely for decades.
Looking at Gragedin Les, the two guys who were fighting stopped.
They glanced at the rickety old man with cold eyes.
Without saying anything, he left directly.
Although there are so many residents on the island, few are willing to communicate with Gragedin-Leth.
Decades have passed, and he has become accustomed to it.
Many people think that this is a prison or a slave exile that was forgotten by the half-dragons.
They are prisoners.
But Gragedin-Les knew that they were not only prisoners, but also prison guards.
Yes, there is a dangerous existence sealed under this island.
It is a descendant of an ancient ocean ruler and has a powerful bloodline that can easily stir up huge waves.
In the decisive stage of the Dragon-Human War, it was severely damaged by the Dragon King.
After research by the priests, it was finally sealed under this island.
Because it is lively by nature.
Therefore, the existence of residents on this small island also has two meanings.
One is as a warning of the seal.
These slaves from all over the world all have a bloodline related to the power of this existence.
Some are even diehard party members.
And the half-dragons unleashed a vicious curse on them.
If they leave the island or the curse is lifted, the half-dragons will know immediately.
On the other hand, it is torture:
They made it listen to the movement above all day long, but it couldn't make a sound or move.
In the confusion, give it a glimmer of light so that it cannot sink, and let it... feel the pain clearly.
Gragedin-Les didn't know whether the seal here was strong.
But he was already prepared to die.
Half-Dragon or the Old Marine Party?
What does it have to do with him?
He has spent the best decades of his life on this island.
Now, he is just a machine running on a fixed trajectory.
"Tell me, you marine creatures are good."
"For decades, I can't see any traces on you."
"Unlike me, I'm already old..."
Gragedin-Les hit the ground with his crutch, and then talked to himself.
He didn't know if the other person was really listening, or if he had heard anything at all.
He just said this.
That dangerous existence he had never seen before was one of the few people he chatted with on the island.
The other two are the statues in the church and the tableware in the kitchen...
And in a place unknown to Gragedin-Les, under the thick soil and rock formations.
A pair of huge eyes slowly opened from the darkness.
Countless chains tightly bound it.
It cannot move.
But it felt...
The sea brings the breath of freedom.
And death…
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"what is that!"
On the small island, the fishman chef was cooking his meals when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the clouds approaching quickly in the sky.
It has experienced maritime wars.
Suddenly he got excited and roared loudly.
As a result, a group of residents emerged from the alleys armed with various weapons.
Some of them were still fighting each other before.
There are still clear and fresh scars on his face.
However, at this moment, they were all looking at the sky solemnly.
There, a huge cloud is gradually covering the entire island.
Darkness comes early...
Everyone's faces were covered with a little uneasiness.
No one knows what it is.
But Gragedin Les's expression gradually turned into relief.
He knew that he was once again involved in the war between the two sides.
Only this time, who will be the winner?
Gragedin-Les doesn't care.
He hoped that his body would be intact.
In this way, even if you feed the fish, you can still have a complete skeleton?
However, this is too much to hope for.
The clouds are getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, everyone was caught off guard.
A huge humanoid creature exuding an aura of endless darkness appeared above the clouds.
It stands in the air, as if stepping on the sky.
The solid and thick armor makes it look like a real war machine.
Any magnificent city or strong fortress should be vulnerable to it.
Some people couldn't help but put down their weapons.
No one wants to face such a monster.
What's more, they don't feel that the other party is here for them.
They have no reason to fight...
Finally, the humanoid creature landed on the island.
The island, which was originally large enough to support hundreds of residents of various sizes, suddenly became cramped.
At such a close distance, everyone could clearly feel the soul-stirring sense of terror and oppression.
That is better than the Dragon King. No, maybe the Dragon King cannot give such a despairing feeling.
In the next moment, the opponent directly tore the ground apart.
But no sea water came out, but a huge hole inside was exposed.
Gragedin-Les's pupils suddenly tightened, and he finally saw the sealed object he had never seen before:
