Battle of Sunstrider Isle

Without its flagship in command, the Blood Elf fleet was in even worse shape. Although another large warship immediately took over command, the Blood Elf fleet's defeat was already a foregone conclusion. The only question was how devastating the defeat would be and how many survivors would be able to escape.

By this time, the Blood Elf fleet had completely lost its formation. The warships on its flanks were being sunk one after another. The Blood Elf fleet began to accelerate frantically in order to escape. The mages on the ships were casting Wind Summoning like madmen, and all the Arcane towers and arcane cannons were aimed at the front. And sure enough, under the desperate bombardment, they actually managed to blast a gap in the encirclement of the Water Elemental army.

The fleet immediately surged towards the breach, colliding with each other and enduring barrages of enemy fire from both sides. By the time the fleet broke through the breach, only one-third of its original size remained.

The remaining warships dared not linger and fled hastily toward the port.

After all the enemies in the encirclement were eliminated, Xiao Yu heard the system notification sound again.

System notification: In the year 1675 of the Sky Era, the Water Elemental Lord Azathoth defeated the Blood Elf fleet in the waters near Sunstrider Isle, winning a naval victory. The Blood Elf's naval strength was greatly weakened, and they lost the courage and strength to compete with the Immortals at sea. This event has been recorded in the Firmament Chronicle.

System notification: The story event, the Battle of Sunstrider Isle, has been completed. Based on your performance in this event, you have gained 345 reputation points.

(Damn, only 435 reputation points, so little!) Xiao Yu couldn't help but think. This was nothing compared to the reputation he gained from the 'Flooding Silvermoon City' incident. Why was winning less than losing?

However, after thinking about it, he realized why. Although the Flooding Silvermoon City was a defeat, he had successfully dealt a huge blow to Silvermoon City, killing hundreds of adventurers and engaging in battles with four heroes in succession, demonstrating a very high level of involvement.

Although he was the commander in the Battle of Sunstrider Isle, he didn't contribute much himself, so it's understandable that he had relatively low reputation points.

Looking at my reputation points, I'm still over 3000 reputation points away from advancing. With a little more effort, I'll reach that level sooner or later. My experience points are also almost at level 54, and I'll be leveling up to 55 soon.

Just as Xiao Yu was checking his spoils, several of his bosses came over to report on their achievements.

Water Elemental Wotkud: "My lord, we have utterly defeated the Blood Elf fleet. Most of them were sunk, and a few were captured by our people. In addition, we have captured a large number of prisoners, including five Blood Elf heroes."

Azathoth (Water Elemental Lord): "Oh, are there any important Blood Elf figures among these heroes?" This was what Xiao Yu was concerned about. Although heroes are valuable, it's relative. If they are just ordinary low-level or mid-level heroes, their value isn't too high. But if they are star-level heroes, then it's a different story.

Water Elemental Wotkud: "We've captured the enemy fleet commander and the garrison mage chief."

Xiao Yu was overjoyed. The fleet commander was Liadrin, a five-star hero of immense value. As for the other garrison mage commander, he didn't remember her, but as a star-level hero, she should have considerable strength.

Water Elemental Wotkud: "That garrison mage chieftain, the lord should still remember her. Speaking of which, she has a grudge against us."

Liadrin's consciousness was gradually returning. Her vision was still completely dark, but she could faintly hear sounds around her. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. The only things that remained in her mind, besides the feeling of cold, were the memories of the warship's destruction.

This memory stirred a surge of excitement within her. She forced her eyes open, only to find herself in complete darkness. The discomfort she felt was subsiding. She abruptly stood up, blinking hard. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she finally saw her surroundings clearly: a prison, a strange prison. The walls were made of semi-transparent barriers, connected by four black stone pillars.

The images of the battle were still lingering in her mind, making Liadrin almost instinctively want to draw her sword. However, when she touched her waist, she found that she had completely lost all her weapons, and even her armor was gone, leaving her only in her underwear.

(So you think I can't escape without a weapon? Hmph! I'm a Blood Knights!) She thought to herself, gathering her Holy Light and slamming it into the semi-transparent wall. The punch was incredibly powerful; even without a weapon, it would be enough to shatter bricks and stones. However, when it hit the barrier, it bounced off immediately. The Holy Light in her fist was absorbed by the barrier.

"It's no use. This is a magic-suppressing cage that can absorb any energy, whether it's magic, elemental power, or Holy Light. Unless the barrier is removed from the outside, it can't be opened no matter what. We're trapped here now, so let's accept reality."

A voice rang out not far away. Liadrin looked in the direction from which the voice came and saw her second-in-command, the garrison mage chief.

The elven elementalist was sitting with her knees drawn up in a cage next to her, her green eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Liadrin (Blood Knights Lord): "What happened? Where is our fleet?"

"Some escaped, some were sunk, and some were captured, but most of the crew members who fell into the water should still be alive; they are all being held in other cells."

Liadrin sighed, unsure whether to feel relieved or angry. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt, realizing that she was the one who had put the other person in this predicament.

Liadrin (Blood Knights Lord): "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before. I should have realized this was a trap."

"Forget about blaming yourself. Let's just pray that the Water Elemental Lord doesn't hold a grudge too much."

"Holding a grudge? What do you mean? Do you know him?"

"Indeed, I still remember the last time I met him. Come to think of it, that meeting also took place in a prison cell, except he was inside and I was outside. It's kind of funny, these prison cells seem to be the very ones I used to imprison him!"

The ship's mage's voice seemed to carry a hint of self-mockery, and her stunningly beautiful face became clearer under the light.