Chapter 93: Eat My Lightning Ball Spell!
“Didn’t pick wrong!” Anse’s mouth was full of smiles.
True Dragon Power not only improves attributes, but also gives him many abilities that only true dragons have.
「Attributes」: Charisma +1, Constitution +1
「Skills」: Perception +1, Stealth +1
「Resistance」: Cold, Flame
「Traits」: Amphibious
In addition, he also gains the ability to transform freely, transforming into a Half-Dragon, or just the head, claws, and other parts.
After transformation, he gains close combat abilities, faster swimming speed, and two supernatural abilities: Cold Breath and Flame Breath.
The breath deals 4d10（4-40） elemental damage to every creature in a 15-foot（4.5-meter） conical area, five times a day, relying on physiological recovery.
This is just a weakened version of a Young Dragon. A real gold dragon Young Dragon is much stronger in every way, such as Armor Class, Initiative, Health, attributes, Saving Throws. They are even immune to flames, but here it has been weakened to resistance.
But don’t forget, he is a Sorcerer. The class abilities and spells he masters, the Young Dragon doesn’t have.
“Strong. A few less attributes is fine.”
After all, he has dual bloodlines, awakening two kinds of True Dragon Power at the same time. Although there is some overlap, the improvement should be higher than expected.
Sensing the vigorous life force and amazing vitality in his body, Anse’s heart stirred:
“Has my lifespan become longer?”
This point is hard to verify, but it can still be expected.
“Are you okay?” Brat asked softly.
“Oh, I’m fine. Practiced a new spell.” Anse smiled and stood up, making up a decent reason.
Tim on the side was silent, his gaze blank. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn’t think of any spell that could turn into a dragon.
“Hey, that Half-Dragon seems to be back?” Sandre pointed toward the bridgehead with his short sword.
Brat chuckled: “You roared like a dragon just now, scaring him away. The kobolds didn’t know what was happening and followed him running…”
Anse looked up. The Half-Dragon stood motionless in the distant shadow, watching this side: “He seems… angry.”
“Maybe he feels played?” Tim chuckled.
“Really patient.” Anse chuckled lightly.
This is a green dragon bloodline Half-Dragon. If it were red dragon or black dragon bloodline, it would have jumped over to fight long ago.
Actually, after he transforms, he’s similar to a Half-Dragon. Impersonating would be no problem, and he might even bluff them.
But that might be more dangerous, because his scales clearly look like metal dragon, a sure dead enemy.
He took out his pocket watch, clicked it open, and the hands had passed two o’clock.
Calculating the time, Salian and the others had left six hours ago and should have already left Claw Bay.
“We can prepare to retreat.” He looked at Tim.
Tim’s expression froze, turning to look at the large number of civilians who hadn’t evacuated yet, his eyes reluctant: “They’re not attacking anymore. How about… wait a bit more.”
“It’s the Month of the Summer Tide now. It’s light by five something. Leaving at three, to cross the Peninsula and the bay in two hours, time is tight.” Anse shook his head slightly.
It’s not that he’s cold-blooded. Wyverns will definitely come at dawn. No matter how confident he is, he doesn’t think he can beat a team of wyverns.
Tim was silent for a moment, then sighed: “I’ll arrange it right away.”
“Mm, as soon as possible.” He hid back in the wall again, trying to confuse the Half-Dragon.
Time passed quietly, soon reaching three in the morning.
The commoners inside the original city wall were basically all transported away. Tim dismantled many boats, temporarily making many small boats, sending them into the drainage, used to transport commoners, and the effect was pretty good.
The commoners outside the city wall all crowded into the castle. They had just learned the news of the drainage underground, and the atmosphere was pretty good.
The lights on the city wall were dim, half the guards had quietly been replaced. Anse and the others had already appeared at the drainage entrance. Nolnos was too large in size and had been sent back to the Feywild in advance.
Tim brought more than thirty guards with him. Sympathy is sympathy, but he was still afraid of dying. Following Anse was obviously much safer.
The remaining hundred or so militiamen and guards were dead men. They were responsible for confusing the enemy, trying to buy time for the Lord of the City and his family, saving as many as possible.
If it really doesn’t work, go to the main keep, then the basement, and finally the drainage. Holding onto a wooden board and hiding in the drainage has a higher survival chance than staying in the castle.
In the dim drainage, Tim waved his hand forcefully: “Go!”
Five small boats rushed into the drainage one after another. The guards paddled the oars hard, and the small boats got faster and faster.
The drainage was dim, winding and twisting, with night glow stones embedded at the turns to help guide the route.
The guards were clearly very familiar with this place. Despite the narrow drainage, they didn’t hit the walls.
The atmosphere was somewhat suppressed, almost no one spoke, and time passed very slowly.
About an hour later, a little light appeared ahead, and the small boats emerged from the cave one after another, appearing on a vast water surface.
Moonlight sprinkled down, shimmering with waves, serene and peaceful.
The cave mouth was hidden in the middle of a dock, very concealed, with many boats around, indeed convenient for transfer.
“Big ships are too conspicuous. We’ll take rowboats.” Tim suggested.
“Take that one.” Anse pointed to a small dragon bone ship with a broken mast and said, “Squeeze in, everyone can fit.”
“This… hard to row.”
Anse didn’t reply to him. He placed his hand on the holy symbol, the air ahead rippled, and Nolnos’s figure appeared out of thin air, stepping on the water surface to come before him.
It sniffed nonstop on Anse, its eyes doubtful, always feeling like the master had become different.
Anse impatiently pushed it away, tied a rope to the bow, then mounted, tying the other end to the saddle.
Tim instantly understood, hurriedly arranging everyone to board, his eyes constantly sizing up Nolnos.
“Go!”
Nolnos slowly exerted force, even the water surface under its feet sank a bit.
Tim commanded the guards to row together. With both sides cooperating, the boat speed quickly picked up, getting faster and faster, kicking up a trail of white waves.
At this time, the sky edge was turning white, visibility was high.
The kobolds on the shore quickly noticed this and shouted loudly, but they didn’t choose to enter the water.
“To Blue Water City.” Tim pointed to the largest dock on the opposite shore diagonally and shouted.
Anse hadn’t heard of this name, but the bay wasn’t big. Almost no city walls could be seen along the coast, only that Blue Water City had a circle of low walls, with lights dotting inside. It looked much larger than Cliff City.
The bay was narrow north-south, only three or four kilometers east-west.
But just past halfway on the voyage, the southern bay entrance suddenly boiled up, chaotic white waves rapidly spreading this way.
“Merfolk!” Tim’s expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, “Row fast, row fast—”
“Sit tight, don’t fall off.” Anse lightly patted Nolnos, making it speed up.
He estimated that they could completely make it to land, but the dock was open with nowhere to hide. If the merfolk came ashore to pursue, combat was inevitable.
Giant Tail sat in the middle, holding a shield in one hand and a club in the other, full of fighting spirit. Dealing with merfolk he was very good at, no need for weapons, one claw each.
Lizardfolk are also swimming experts.
Both sides got closer and closer. Just before the merfolk arrived, the small boat made a hard landing, one side ship’s rail completely shattered, and several guards were tossed into the water, but fortunately all were promptly rescued.
“Stay away from the shore, defensive formation.” Tim shouted loudly.
The more than thirty guards had high quality, shields pressed together, quickly forming a semicircular protective circle, surrounding Tim, Brat, and the others in the middle, slowly retreating.
“You retreat too.” Anse shouted to Giant Tail, then turned to stare at the surging sea waves, the merfolk vaguely visible inside.
“Manipulating waves? This trick won’t work on me.”
Mana surged around him as he concentrated on spellcasting.
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「Metamagic: Transmutative Spell（Lightning）」+「Fireball」!
“Take my Lightning Ball Spell!”
A bright flash flew from his fingertip, instantly crossing dozens of meters of sea surface, crashing into the waves, and suddenly exploding.
The water below suddenly lit up, water vapor steaming, lightning spreading who knows how far through the seawater. One could only see the sea surface truly “boiling” this time!
The outer circle merfolk popped out of the water one by one, the inner circle no longer had the ability to pop up. After a good while, patches of merfolk floated up, bellies up, quite a spectacle.
“Stunned by electricity, huh. Not many dead.”
Anse wasn’t too satisfied, thinking it was probably the seawater dispersing the spell’s power.
