In ancient times, there were gourd boys who saved grandpa, but now there are fishmen queuing up to send him away. "Le Wen" Novel
Carlos probably figured it out. Under the simple social structure of deep-sea creatures where the weak can eat the strong, there are only two kinds of social relationships.
One is: me, stupid cannon fodder.
The other one is: me, the stupid boss.
The strong drive the weak to go first, and the weak drive the weaker to go first.
But haven’t these deep-sea cod burgers thought about one question?
What gives them the courage to be on land and face humans anally!
I even built a fucking bunker tower!
When facing a powerful enemy and finding out that the opponent is here to send him off, this sense of disparity makes Carlos feel a little unmotivated.
But both his intuition and reason warned him not to underestimate any enemy, and not to have too many stories about boats capsizing in the gutter.
"What wave of enemies is this?"
Carlos focused all his attention on observing and responding to the enemy's situation. His energy was too scattered and he was not very sensitive to numbers.
"It's the eleventh wave."
Fang Brick replied from the side.
"The ground seemed to be shaking."
Carlos frowned slightly, maybe something big was coming.
Each attack ranged from thirty to fifty to as many as a hundred, with fish, men, sea beasts and some strange creatures mixed in. They did not cause much trouble to the human soldiers who were armed to the teeth. Except for a few unlucky ones who were hit in vital parts, the soldiers The casualties were not large.
However, being on full alert takes a huge toll on mental and physical strength. The soldiers facing the coast have already rotated into the third batch.
Boom, boom, boom, roar~~~~~
In the fog, the black shadow slowly approached, throwing kerosene bombs with a small trebuchet. The brief light dispelled the fog, and the ferocious body of the three-headed beast was revealed.
The back shell covered with barbs is covered with seaweed and seaweed, and sea snakes and sea anemones squirm among the tufts. The five big scarlet eyes of the three-headed saber-toothed dragon turtle burst out with bloodthirsty light.
"The right eye of the head on the left seems to be blind."
"Young Master, you don't plan to end it yourself, do you?"
"This kind of guy. Isn't it time for your mages to show up?"
"Your king masters and mages are maintaining the operation of the portal."
Brick looked sideways at Carlos with an unclear expression.
"Forget it, it's just a dragon turtle. It's just a dragon turtle with three heads. Let's see how the boys respond first."
Obviously he was only a young man, but Carlos decisively placed himself in the senior group.
And Ymir did not disappoint Carlos, shooting with bows and arrows, using meteor hammers with ropes to trip his feet, and pointed wooden stakes to block the enemy. Sticky burns from kerosene bombs.
After the soldiers overcame the fear caused by the huge size of the sea beasts, humans were at the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality.
However, the giant beast stretched its head and swung away half a team of warriors who tried to go around to the side to help the dragon turtle bleed.
"Very good, its skin can't stop our swords. Archers, shoot this old turtle's eyes. Crossbow, aim at its neck and burn its feet with incendiary bombs. Damn it, the fishmen are here again, the Sixth Brigade . Attack and bypass the turtle to block the fishman's attack."
Ymir's command is quite satisfactory and remarkable. Maybe not the best response, but it's comprehensive and has no obvious flaws.
"We can't let this dragon turtle in, it will destroy our walls and fences."
The night was still deep, and Carlos was in no mood to spend time with a rough and thick siege beast.
"Uncle Fang Brick, go take care of it."
"As you wish."
Although because of embracing the Barov family, Fang Bian had sufficient financial resources to repay his debts, continue his research, and his magical power increased day by day. And because of Carlos' trust, the authority becomes stronger. The power is increasing day by day. But you still have to listen to what your boss says.
Cast a levitation spell. Fang Zhuan jumped off the high platform, leaping more than thirty meters, his robes fluttering, and he reached the front line of the defense line with style.
Soon, heavy infantrymen ran in front of Fang Brick to act as a shield for him.
The flames condensed in a place filled with the power of the water element. As a magical beast, the Dragon Turtle naturally sensed it. However, the spiked wooden stakes slanting thirty degrees forward and the obstruction of the human soldiers prevented the sea beast from moving forward with all its strength.
After being hit by another arrow in the eye, the enraged beast strode forward, trying to break through the obstacles and rush into the crowd to kill.
Unfortunately, square tiles cast faster.
"Stupid creature, I'm sorry."
Fang Bian didn't know whether he felt pity for the giant turtle's difficulty in growing up or thought of something. His tone of pity, blessed by the surging magic power, resounded throughout the camp.
This is ridiculous...Ten mages, nine sorry, and one torn piece.
Carlos stood on the high platform and watched all this, feeling his right eyelid twitch a little.
The average mage's fireball technique is about the size of his own head, and the pyroblast technique is about the same size as the basin used by village women to bathe their children, and is also jokingly called the basin technique.
However, Fang Bian is worthy of being a man with explosive magic skills. He rubs and throws Pyroblast the size of a beer barrel with a capacity of 500 pounds.
After a loud bang, the three-headed dragon turtle, which had excellent physical resistance and poor magic resistance, struggled to crawl forward a few steps, and finally paralyzed its blackened head to the ground.
But judging from the need for soldiers to support him, this big-word holding technique... is the pyrotechnic technique that consumes a lot of Fang Brick's energy, and I'm afraid it won't be of much use in the future.
"Sneak attack! The fish-man lurkers sneak attack from the north of us!"
The alarm bell rang, and on the other side of the mountain, the sentry left behind sounded the alarm.
"Don't panic, the Ninth Brigade will deal with the thief behind you."
Carlos calmly gave the order.
It's better to have more soldiers, so there's no pressure to deal with sneak attacks or anything like that.
With the defeat of the dragon turtle, the remaining fishmen dispersed in a rush, and in the distant mist, the roar of the tidal giant could be heard vaguely.
The fight will continue.
"Sora, are you crazy? The two of us are challenging Hydra?! That's an adult!"
About three kilometers away from the camp, the black-robed mage and female elf who did not participate in the defensive battle successfully managed to capture the hatred of the Hydra in the monster pile, and pulled the violent beast out of the sea beast army.
"These little shrimps are trying to attack a camp of 2,000 people, and they are overestimating their capabilities. Regardless of the tidal giant's ferocity, Carlos and his minions crawled out from the pile of dead people in Hillbrad. Only this nine-headed worm is really difficult for mortals to deal with."
"You speak as if you and I are not mortals."
Although Hydra's movements seemed a bit slow due to its huge size, due to its huge size, its one small step could keep up with the five giant steps of Raistlin and Soraka.
After all, Sora had the foundation of a ranger lord, but he couldn't tell much about it yet. As a mage with a good foundation, Raistlin was already breathing heavily.
"Boy, why are you pretending? If we deal with this reptile quickly, we can go back for a midnight snack."
Sora looked like a young man who is untrained.
"You are pretending to be your brother-in-law, you are an adult Hydra, you have resistant skin, what can I do to deal with it!"
Raistlin had a murderous expression on his face, and the burning sensation in his lungs made him feel restless.
"It's a pity that I don't have a sister, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take advantage of you."
"I...cough cough cough."
Talking while running made the black-robed mage lose his breath and cough.
In desperation, Sola had no choice but to hold up Raistlin and share some of his weight.
"Stop making trouble, what are you hiding? It's not like I haven't dealt with Merry Dongfeng before. If it's the ancient Hydra, I won't say anything. Resistant skin plus super-fast regeneration, the natural enemy of mages. This adult The Hydra in the body is just a high-level elemental resistance, and one finger of death can kill you instantly."
For a moment, Raistlin really wanted to give Sora a finger of death, but as a mage, composure is the first element.
"I'll be hunted."
Raistlin said softly.
"Who is going to hunt you down? Carlos is a pragmatist, you can't help but see that. As for the Tirisfal Council, come on, your master can probably become the speaker."
"What's the meaning?"
Raistlin instinctively sensed that there might be something he didn't know.
"Three years ago, the Tirisfal Council was turned upside down. Who has time to care about who your master is?"
Sora looked like a country bumpkin with a sense of superiority.
"Your scruples are simply unnecessary." (To be continued.)
