"Middle Army, advance and attack."
With the order issued, more than ten thousand orc soldiers began to run toward the city walls several kilometers away.
The closer they got to the walls, the more scattered their formation became.
As the Middle Army entered Blue Spike City, the pirates defending the city had completely lost any chance of reclaiming control of this port city.
Out at sea, Eliudriel watched flames rise within the city. She leaped from the bow of her ship and flew toward land.
As she neared the harbor, cries of battle reached her ears.
On the docks, thousands of pirates fought one another for ships, drawing blades and slaughtering comrades who had once eaten from the same pot.
Their ruthlessness was laid bare at that moment. Bodies fell into the sea, dyeing the surrounding waters red.
"Stop!"
Her furious roar spread across the docks, yet not a single pirate stopped. They continued fighting over the ships that had not yet left the harbor.
Eliudriel raised one hand and directly summoned the waves.
Seawater dozens of meters high gradually brought the crazed pirates back to their senses. They stared in terror at the waves about to crash down, scrambling backward in a flood.
Yet Eliudriel had no intention of stopping just because the pirates had come to their senses.
Beneath the waves, nearly every ship was smashed onto land. More than a thousand pirates died beneath the terrifying pressure, leaving not even bones behind.
More than ten minutes later, the seawater receded, leaving devastation everywhere.
The surviving pirates looked at the figure in the sky and recalled the terror of the past.
"Get your asses back in there. Anyone who dares run will have their whole family slaughtered."
Hearing this, many pirates remained where they were without moving.
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