Age of Adepts

A dirty, filthy, stinking pool edge.

An old witch dressed in a grey wizard robe with a grey pointed cap, relaxed and wrinkled skin like a dead bark, with a hawk nose, cloudy eyes, scorched yellow and crippled teeth lying on the edge of the pool, silently reciting strange spells that are hard to understand by outsiders.

As slight voodoo fluctuations spread through the stinking pools, instantly the turbid green surface boiled like boiling water.

It didn't take much work, toads filled with bean pus, gray fluttering poisonous water snakes, a pointy-mouthed bearded water rat, slow climbing crocodile turtles step by step, and all sorts of strange marsh creatures that were hard to identify all around the old witch.

Look at the head, look at the size, the old witch gathered all these small or microscopic swamp creatures.

Without witchcraft constraints, these marshy creatures would never run out of their hidden lairs, much less cramp with other marshy creatures as quietly as they see them without attacking each other.

“Little babies... look at you all, how cute each one looks..." Toxic Endo frowned, smiling down and gently stroked the toad that jumped to her feet.

The bean-sized pus, the sticky body fluids, the ugly body size and appearance... presumably only a crazy old witch like her would call a very poisonous toad a cute little baby!

“Sweet little babies... I need to send some gifts to the big guys over there in the camp... now would you please run along...”

As the nerves muttered to themselves, Toxic Endo pulled a pottery can out of his arms, carefully dropping the dark, sticky liquid inside onto these marshy creatures.

Once black liquid touches the skin of the swamp organism, it penetrates and blends in quickly.

The little animals carrying the black liquid turned around, fell back into the pool, and began diving in their own unique way into that bustling dragon camp in the distance. And the little animals that didn't carry the black liquid flocked to Ndo's side, piled up in clumps, waiting for the drop of the black liquid.

The misty, wet, sad swamp has become even more gloomy and horrible!

…………

Fishman Campground.

A unilateral massacre is continuing.

Fish people are a bipedal, amphibian creature that lives like fish on the coast, by the lake, and on the riverbed. They have a fat, round body, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth and a skin full of sticky fluid.

Fishermen come in many different colors, ranging from green to dark gray, in almost every color. They are typically about 1, 3 to 1, 5 meters tall.

Fishermen like to live in groups, and dozens or even hundreds of fishermen can form a small village.

And their villages are made of broken branches and rotten mud, unplanned. There are no fires, no clean roads and no fortifications in the village of the fishermen. Fisherman's cabins are natural and rudimentary, and are all tiny shacks supported by a round log.

The villages of the fishermen looted by the Dragon Men's Grain Collector belong to the swamp fishermen in the fishermen's ethnic spectrum.

Marsh fishermen, the most common and the largest number of low-order monsters in the Marsh of Sorrow, are simply ashamed of their monster identity.

In front of a tall, mighty dragon warrior, their tiny cold arrows, their ugly spears made of wooden sticks, and their vegetable fiber-woven fishing nets simply couldn't get to the table.

The cold arrow singing by the priest of the rare fisherman among the marshy fishermen is weak and strikes the tall dragon man in the chest, only bursting into a crystalline frost. Forget about freezing the enemy. You can't even inflict damage on the enemy.

Dragon men who were hit by cold arrows often laughed and scraped the frost off their chests with steel gloves, then smashed the head of the fishmonger priest back into their chest with a gentle punch.

Now that the dragons are here, what they're trying to collect is not for the fish to eat leftover animal bones and dark meat jerky. What they want to collect is actually the marshmen themselves.

Swamp fishermen are a bunch of fish that grow their hands and feet, get a few fishermen down the pot, and the fish soup is delicious!

And dragon people are all big stomach kings, 200 dragon army, it's not enough to beat the whole fish village to the net.

So the dragonman grain squad that rushed into the swamp fisherman village didn't care how the aging fisherman village chief screamed. As soon as they got here, the dragons went straight to the dead, started killing the fishermen quickly, and then they gathered their bodies together and stringed them together with the canes they had drawn, ready to take them away.

The Fishman Priest's Cold Ice Arrow cools down the dragon's body at best, and the Fishman Warrior's grinding spear often crumbles over the scaly armor of the dragon's body surface. As for throwing nets, they cannot withstand dragon warrior tears and metal axe cuts.

Without the dragon's massive size moving slightly slowly, I'm afraid this small village of more than 130 fishermen would not escape a single survivor.

Dragon warriors under the Dragon Lady are naturally endowed with fire-based talents, and some of their extraordinary talents are able to unleash powerful fireballs. Ordinary dragon warriors, on the other hand, can only direct the flame over the weapon in their hand, inflicting some fire element damage.

For a better and more complete capture of ‘food’, many dragon warriors put away metal weapons and crushed or killed these irresistible fishermen with bare hands.

They scattered throughout the fisherman's village, chasing behind a frightened, runaway fisherman with his head screaming, grabbing one and slamming him to death, then going after the next.

Just like an eagle catching a chicken, the whole fisherman village was instantly caught in a noisy scream, and the dragonman captain lit a fire on the outskirts of the village to block the escape route of the fishermen.

So when De Serra and Medusa took their men to the periphery of the battlefield, what they saw was such a desolate scene of war and the end of their lives.

Twelve dragon warriors have been completely dispersed and are hunting them down behind a crowd of fishermen.

The only thing that came together was Captain Dragon Man and his two men, blocked at one of the biggest exits of the fisherman's village, and they were happily killing the bad guys who hit them one after another.

“How?” Medusa Dana shook her slender waist and held her torso up with a long serpentine tail, carefully and meticulously measuring the battlefield.

Though she is brilliant tomorrow, she comes from a monster, and obviously there is no inherently cunning and insidious human being in terms of skills and means. So even though she was better than De Serra, she was willing to listen to the human wizard.

If not, the comments made by De Serra are indeed insidious.

“Can't hug it all up!” De Serra is a famous wind sorcerer, floating technique, and flying technique is naturally incredibly proficient. He floated slightly three meters in the air, looking remotely at the battlefield, hey, smiling coldly and making his point: “The ground is wide, if the dragon man wants to run, our strength is not enough to leave it all behind. ”

“So…”

“So the magic brought in is hidden for the time being. Before we go, the two of us and the two Snake Demons you brought in went to attack Captain Dragon Man. ”

Thinking about it, Dana still feels a little confused.

Aren't all battles supposed to be held together? Naturally, the final victory can be achieved with the number of parties and the fists of those who are bigger. That leaves half the men out there to win this war?

Seems to see the confusion of Medusa Dana, and Desera explains with pride: "Lord Mary sent us not only to defeat these dragon men, but also to leave them all behind. So it's not hard to win this battle, it's hard to keep them all on the battlefield. ”

“If you leave the magic, you can leave the dragon man? ”

“We started out with only four people, and it was their captain who attacked them in secret. Dragon people dominate the number of bullies, so they won't run away from the battle with all their heart. Stick them to the battlefield, slowly wipe out their numbers, and then let the magic build an intercept network on the periphery, cutting into the battlefield if necessary. This way... there is greater certainty that all dragons will stay! ”

“I have no problem fighting dragon people, but my two men..." Medusa Dana is not a cold-blooded and heartless generation after all, she has always been a good guardian for her peers.

Both of her men are good hands of the younger generation of the clan and have grown four arms that can simultaneously control multiple weapons. Dancing a battle knife is like a rolling knife array if you add the shape of a sickly wind.

With such strength, there is naturally nothing wrong with bullying unarmed low- and middle-class monsters. But when they're dealing with powerful creatures like dragon men, they get a little overwhelmed.

The power of the four-armed serpents is still slightly weak. It is impossible to cut off the thick metal armor of the Dragon's upper body or the firm and dense scaled armor of his lower body. If you really want to fight, there will inevitably be some awkward situations in which you can't move.

So Medusa Dana has worked hard for them since the beginning of the battle.

As soon as Dana's mumbled softly, De Serra was already a little dizzy.

For the future of their wizards, De Serra has been demanding and demanding of herself since her apprenticeship. Although it is not close to female, it is also more self-disciplined and demanding than its usual peers.

After becoming a wizard, he was still much more mature and forthcoming than his peers, even though he opened a little bit.

But somehow, this segment came into contact with Medusa Dana a a lot, and De Serra was unconsciously obsessed with each other.

That delicate, perfect face, that hot, hot body, although snake hair and petrified eyes are a little hard to mess with, but isn't that more heterogeneous?

So rarely does "beautiful woman" ask, he naturally has to take special care of one or two.

“Then bring two more 'loggers'! With these two shields in front, they will be much safer...”

Medusa Dana immediately had a sweet smile on her face, and the accumulated snake hair was more densely echoed.

“Okay, get ready, let's go! ”

With a single order, two wizards of the Deep Red family, and two snake demons wrapped in a rolling knife array, plus two ‘loggers' marching forward in a rampage… they are like a whirring cyclone, a swift and fierce captain of a direct dragon.