Black Sail

Crocodile Island stands tall in Silver Moon City, situated in a rather awkward position, as supply convoys could be cut off by Zote, facing sieges from the Resistance Army, dog pirates, and even religious forces.

Can only defend but not fight.

Fortunately, supplies are abundant, more than enough to last until the end of the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

But recently, the dragon roars outside the city break the silence, often causing soldiers to wake up in the middle of the night, feeling a deep psychological strain.

The Aran Army has been through countless battles, yet Mulong has truly felt unsettling recently.

Long marching in triumph, the once-dominant army in Mulong suddenly found itself trapped like fish in a barrel, experiencing a great psychological gap.

This situation hasn’t occurred much in the nearly thirty years of New Aran’s history; they have always been charging fiercely in field battles, rarely suffering defeats.

At their peak, they even dispatched to the Far East, cutting trees to build ships, forging swords, and establishing a bridgehead at Heaven Port.

In the early days of the Thief Army, they were naturally undisciplined bloodthirsty warriors, but now, the disciplined army is not afraid of death; it’s just that in this Great Desert exotic realm, just east of the Narrow Sea, only separated by a series of strategically functional small nations from Aran, they’ve fallen into such danger.