Chapter 55 Large Plane Fragment (VI)

In the mud, there are many simple wooden houses of different sizes, and there are also many big-headed black-skinned fishmen standing in the mud, making provocative sounds to the enemies outside.

"This ground is a bit troublesome." Lin Ye frowned.

The swampy muddy land is the home ground of these fishmen, but it is not very suitable for them to fight, especially the cavalry, which may get stuck if they rush in.

"Don't be afraid. At worst, I won't go in."

Fang Xingchen grinned, "We can just shoot them with bows and arrows and throw fireballs outside. I don't believe they won't come up."

"good idea."

Zhang Kexin nodded in agreement.

"It's feasible, but it will take a bit of time. However, what we have the most right now is time." Mo Kongwu also nodded in agreement.

The remaining two people are the strongest, but they can't think of a better solution for the time being.

then
The elf archer drew his bow and shot arrows, and in an instant, three waves of arrows flew out.

A rain of arrows swept over from the sky. The big-headed fish man had never seen such a scene before and was stunned.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing. No matter how much you listen to the goblins' descriptions, it is not as real as being beaten in person.

Powerful shooting gives the arrows great penetrating power.

Arrows pierced their heads.

One by one, the fishmen were pinned to death in the mud.

The bright red blood flowed out, dyeing the black mud red.

The gathered fishmen roared in fear and then fled in all directions.

"Fireball."

This time, the Salamander Priest did not condense that super-large fireball, but instead produced thousands of basketball-sized fireballs.

The scorching flames caused the temperature of the surrounding area to rise significantly.

"put!"

With an order, a fireball flew forward.

Rumbling--

There was an explosion.

The muddy ground ahead instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The tragic wail of the big-headed fish man rang out, spreading throughout the entire battlefield.

Lin Ye looked at the scene in front of him and said with envy; "Although it's not the first time I've seen it, every time I see it, I'm still shocked. How did you gather so many magic priests? It's too powerful!"

The fire lizard priest is not very powerful. If a battle breaks out, the forestry warriors of light will also be able to deal with it.

But when it comes to clearing soldiers, the Warriors of Light cannot even match it.

If a super warrior wants to quickly eliminate the miscellaneous soldiers, he must at least reach the fourth level and rely on the external energy to do it.

And these magicians can do it easily as long as they cultivate their magic power.

One fireball couldn't do it, and ten fireballs couldn't do it either, but when thousands of fireballs came down, the scene would be no less than the artillery bombardment in modern warfare.

"Hehe, racial characteristics." Seeing the big guys say so, Fang Xingchen smiled proudly.

The Salamander Tribe has a complete sacrificial heritage, and these sacrifices are highly compatible with his priesthood.

After developing for a period of time, Fang Xingchen formed the Fire Lizard Priest Corps.

When he explored the plane alone before, he mainly relied on these lizard priests.

They fought for a while, then attacked again, and after they recovered, they fought again. This was repeated, and the monster tribes simply couldn't stand it.

With the combined efforts of archers and lizard priests, the big-headed fishmen soon couldn't bear it anymore and began to run deeper into the mud.

Lin Ye sent his troops forward slowly, with the infantry in the front, the lizard priests and the elven archers in the middle, and they pushed forward, forcing the murlocs to fight a decisive battle.

The area of ​​this muddy ground is indeed not small, but it is ultimately limited. If we push forward like this, the fishmen will either come over for a decisive battle or be consumed to death bit by bit.

Faced with this situation, what can the fishman do? There is absolutely no way out.

If you can't win in a head-on battle, running away is also a dead end.

wow——

Above the sky, two huge monsters with wingspans of dozens of meters suddenly swooped down.

Two large tornadoes swept across the battlefield, with strong winds as sharp as knives. Countless fishmen were caught in it, screaming for a while, and finally turned into a pile of bloody flesh.

"Brother Xingyu, how did you train these two magical beasts? They are so powerful!" Looking at the two Sky-Splitting Eagles hovering above the battlefield and occasionally flying down, Zhang Kexin asked with envy.

"Just good luck." Su Xingyu chuckled.

Fang Xingchen glanced at Zhang Kexin, then smiled and said, "Brother Wu, do you want these murlocs? You are an orc, so murlocs should also be considered orcs."

As if he didn't expect Fang Xingchen to suddenly talk to him, Mo Kongwu was stunned: "It counts, but these guys are a bit useless, I feel there is no use in taking them back. Besides, I am much older than you, so you should call me uncle."

"You can pull it down."

Fang Xingchen waved his hand and said with a smile: "As long as we don't commit suicide, our lifespan will be infinite. Even if you are several dozen years older than me now, after a few hundred years, we will still be equals."

Mo Kongwu: “.”

"So do you want to take some of this fishman back with you?"

Fang Xingchen added: "In fact, we don't have to use them to fight on land. We can use them to supplement underwater units and keep them in the moat to see who dares to attack, hehe."

Hearing what he said, Mo Kongwu, who wanted to refuse, was suddenly stunned. "Hah, after hearing what you said, it seems to make sense!"

Now it was Fang Xingchen's turn to be speechless, "."

Seeing that Mo Kongwu was really thinking seriously, he suddenly felt a little crazy, "Brother, are you really going to do this?!"
At this moment, Su Xingyu subconsciously touched his chin and suggested:

"In fact, we don't have to put them in the moat. I think it's better to throw them into the sewer. Since these fishmen can live in this kind of mud, it means that they have relatively low requirements for the environment. Wouldn't it be better to put them in the sewer to do drainage and garbage removal?"

As he spoke, Su Xingyu himself felt a little moved.

As the number of tribesmen increases, loopholes are bound to appear in the city's infrastructure, such as clogged sewers.

At present, it is more practical to train a group of maintenance "workers" rather than building a complete drainage channel.

"No. You guys have really thought about it?" Fang Xingchen looked around, a little dumbfounded.

Lin Ye also added: "It is theoretically feasible, but you'd better consider the acceptance of the tribe members and whether the tribal environment is suitable."

As the few people were communicating, the battle on the battlefield was coming to an end.

With the joint efforts of the elven archers and lizard priests, the morale of the murlocs dropped lower and lower. They barely organized a few counterattacks, but were easily blocked by the infantry in front.

The rain of arrows and the blazing fireballs made the murloc warriors feel deep despair.

Therefore, after the coalition forces called for surrender, they hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

There was no way out. Although they were not as cowardly as the goblins, facing this inevitable death situation, they had no choice but to surrender.

Since then, the three vassal tribes of the Kobolds have been resolved.

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