When Redd approached, its eyes moved slightly, as if it sensed his presence, but the light only lasted for a short time and then dimmed, like an oil lamp whose last flame was blown out by the wind.
King Ghidorah followed behind Redd. Without waiting for any instructions, it stepped forward and bit the fire dragon's neck with its middle head, dragging the dragon that had lost the ability to resist from the ground.
Its teeth cut into the remaining bones and flesh of the fire dragon's neck, tearing apart the Avatar body structure completely. The other two heads bit the fire dragon's wings respectively, twisted them in opposite directions, and tore off the wing membranes from the shoulder joints.
The fire dragon's body did not make any resistance during the process of being torn apart. Its body was gradually broken into several pieces by the three heads of King Ghidorah, and was thrown in different directions.
After King Ghidorah finished disposing of the fire dragon's body, he turned to the entrance of the passage and aimed the three heads at the small hole. Gravity Beam's golden light condensed in his throat for a moment, but in the end it was not emitted.
It also seemed to realize that spraying an energy beam at a narrow underground passage would not have any substantial effect other than blowing up the entrance of the passage.
Redd stood next to the entrance of the passage, his eyes falling on the opening that led to the depths of darkness.
He confirmed that most of the orcs who were attacking this time had been wiped out, and those who were still alive were retreating deeper through the underground passages. Apart from the personnel who were cleaning up the remaining battles, there were no targets on the ground of the camp that he needed to deal with immediately.
He turned around and walked toward the center of the camp. The ground he stepped on was still filled with residual warmth and sparks that had not yet been completely extinguished.
Only the cooled melted traces and the scattered remains of crossbow racks that have not been completely burned are left in those emptied giant monster locations.
When he passed by the fallen corpses of Demon Dragon, he slowed down a bit and his eyes briefly paused on the wounds pierced by the giant crossbows. Then he moved away and continued to move forward, starting to inspect the damage inside the camp.
The chaos in the camp is gradually being brought under control.
Douglas is re-establishing the ground defense line with the remaining troops, regrouping the soldiers who were scattered during the battle, and redistributing them to each team according to the original organization, allowing them to take over their respective defensive positions with the new orders they are familiar with. The soldiers who are escaping from the melee are guided to the open space in the center of the camp, and march in units of queues. Counting the number of casualties and the list of missing people. When Redd walked by, Douglas was standing in front of a group of queues, holding a wooden sign filled with words written in charcoal, on which the names of personnel reported by each team were densely listed. When he saw Redd approaching, he put down the wooden sign and stood up straight.
"Demon Dragon," Douglas spoke in a hoarse voice. There was a wound cut by gravel at the corner of his mouth, with a layer of dark red scab, "It is confirmed that fourteen have fallen. Seven have fallen inside the camp and are already being cleaned up. The other seven have fallen outside the camp and near the port, and people need to be sent to collect them."
Redd was silent for a moment after listening, and his eyes fell on the corpses of Demon Dragon that were being cleaned up by the soldiers in the distance. Those huge bodies cast long shadows in the firelight of the camp, and the luster on the scales was gradually dimming as the temperature dropped. Fourteen Demon Dragon. Each one started from Dragonstone. It will take at least three to five years for Dragonmont to hatch and be able to take off for combat. This does not include the tons of meat feed consumed to feed them and the manpower consumed to train them to obey instructions. The losses of the fourteen Demon Dragon can be converted into a large amount of money and resources on paper, but for him, time is the truly irreparable price.
"Gather the bodies together," Redd said, "And cremate them. Keep the usable parts of the scales and bones, and dispose of the rest in the same way as the dead."
Douglas nodded, turned around and walked in the direction of the cleanup team.
Redd continued walking along the edge of the camp, inspecting the damage to the wall and the remaining inventory in the supply area.
After the orcs withdrew, a large number of weapons and equipment fragments were scattered on the ground. The stones thrown by the trolls left dents and flattened tent frames throughout the camp.
The gaps in the walls that had been forcibly broken through by the orcs were being temporarily blocked by the soldiers with ready-made stones and wood. However, they could only be barely closed in the night, and there was still a lot of work to be done before real repairs could be made.
The damage in the port direction was equally severe.
The trestle was hit by orcs from both sides at the same time. Several meters long cracks appeared in the middle section. The planks and support piles were demolished or burned.
Two of the transport ships docked on the shore had obvious dents in their hulls, and the bow of one of them was almost completely broken, and could only be tied to the remaining piles of the trestle with cables.
The material storage area at the port was also heavily damaged. The materials that had not been moved into the warehouse were trampled and burned by the orcs, and a considerable part of the remaining materials could no longer be used.
After completing the personnel count, Douglas also came to the port to check. He stood on the edge of the trestle's fracture and looked down. Then he turned to Redd and briefly reported the initial estimated repair time and manpower requirements.
Redd did not make any adjustments immediately after listening to it.
He stood at the outermost end of the port, looking at the wreckage of ships still burning slowly on the sea in the distance. The firelight cast a layer of continuously shaking reflections on the sea, dyeing the surrounding seawater dark red.
The outline of Fourteen Flames continued to spit smoke and dust in the distance, reflecting a large dim orange-red halo at the bottom of the clouds.
He confirmed that all the orcs had withdrawn into the underground passages, and there would be no new large-scale attacks on the ground for the time being.
"Start repairing the port and the wall tomorrow," Redd said, "Prioritize repairing the port. The craftsmen will be transferred first and focus on these two locations.
The reconstruction of the granary and material area is at the back. The existing materials should be reorganized first, and the usable ones should be put into storage first, and the unusable ones should be cleared out for unified processing."
He paused and added, "Send someone to search along the direction of that passage to see if there are any other exits.
It is impossible for the fire dragon to enter and exit through such a narrow passage. There must be a larger opening that can pass through the giant creature.
Find them, mark their location, and don't get close yet."
Douglas responded and turned around to arrange the homework assignments for the next day.
Redd stood at the edge of the port for a while, until the remaining flames gradually dimmed in the night and were replaced by newly lit torches and fires.
Early the next morning, the clouds in the sky were thinner than the day before.
Sunlight falls in patches from gaps in the clouds, gradually exposing the contours and details of the ground to clearer light.