These orc shamans vomited blood and staggered back at the same time. A demigod werewolf shaman shrieked as he waved his staff. "Retreat, retreat! Quick, quick, run for your lives! Cubs, run for your lives! Ah, who made that move? This violates the agreement! Damn it, weren't we under a ceasefire?"
Tens of thousands of barbarians threw down the scrap metal they had looted and fled south with wailing cries, like bulls whose backsides had been branded by red-hot irons. The water wall, several miles high, advanced slowly into the harbor, raising a towering wave that reached into the clouds. Thousands of dragon-prowed warships gradually rose with the water's surface, only to be swallowed whole by the water wall and smashed heavily into the ground.
The earth trembled. Thousands of dragon-prowed warships, hundreds of meters long—the shortest still dozens of meters in length—were smashed to pieces like toys. Every building and warehouse in the harbor was reduced to rubble by a single blow from the water wall. The giant seaport, which the alien races had expanded at enormous cost in manpower and resources, was blasted into fragments by this attack. When the water wall finally vanished, all that remained within dozens of miles was a deep, water-filled crater.
Standing on the terrace of the metal war fortress, Blackbeard blankly lit a cigar, stiffly drew in a deep lungful of smoke, then slowly exhaled it. That killer whale's strength had truly exceeded Blackbeard's expectations. He had intended to run wild through this alien-held harbor and plunder it to his heart's content, but with one casual strike, that killer whale had drowned the entire harbor. This was far beyond anything he had planned for.
"There's nothing left!" Scratching his forehead helplessly, Blackbeard could only turn his gaze toward the barbarian warriors fleeing