At the edge of a filthy pool of smelly water.
An old witch wearing a gray sorcerer's robe and a gray pointed hat, her skin wrinkled like withered tree bark, her hooked nose, cloudy eyes, and yellowish, broken teeth were crouching at the edge of the pool, silently chanting a strange incantation that was incomprehensible to outsiders.
As the faint ripples of magic spread across the smelly pool, the murky green water surface began to boil like boiling water.
Before long, toads with pea-sized abscesses all over their bodies, greyish and unprepossessing venomous water snakes, water rats with sharp mouths and long whiskers, snapping turtles that crawled slowly, and all sorts of strange swamp creatures that were hard to identify gathered around the old witch.
Judging by their size and size, the creatures that the old witch gathered were either small or miniature swamp creatures.
If not for the restraints of magic, these swamp creatures would not have come out of their hidden nests, nor would they have quietly huddled with other swamp creatures without attacking each other.
"Little babies … Look at you, how cute you all are …" The Poison Centipede Endor smiled as she stooped down and gently stroked the toad that jumped to her feet.
Those pea-sized abscesses, those sticky bodily fluids, that ugly body shape and appearance … Perhaps only a crazy old witch like her would call a venomous toad a cute baby!
"Cute little babies … I need to send some gifts to the big guys in the camp over there … I'll have to trouble you to personally make a trip …"
As she muttered to herself, the Poison Centipede Endor took out a clay pot and carefully dripped the pitch-black viscous liquid onto the swamp creatures.
Once the black liquid touched the skin of the swamp creatures, it quickly seeped in.
The small creatures that carried the black liquid turned around and dove back into the pool, beginning to use their own unique methods to sneak towards the bustling Drakonid camp in the distance. Meanwhile, the small creatures that did not carry the black liquid rushed to Endor's side and piled into a pile, fighting to be the first to drip the black liquid.
The thick and wet Swamp of Sorrows became even more eerie and terrifying!
… …
The Fishmen's camp.
A one-sided massacre continued.
Murlocs are a kind of bipedal, amphibious, fish-like creatures that live on the shore, lake, and riverbed. They had a fat and round body, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and a skin full of sticky body fluids.
There were many different kinds of Murlocs in terms of color, from turquoise to dark gray, almost all kinds of colors. Their height was usually around 1 or 3 meters to 1.5 meters.
Fishmen liked to live in groups. Dozens or even hundreds of Fishmen could form a small village.
Their villages were all made of broken branches and mud, without any planning. There was no fire in the murloc village, no clean roads, and no fortifications of any kind. The murloc huts were natural and simple. They were all small shacks propped up by logs.
On the other hand, the village that the Drakonid's provisions raided belonged to the marsh fishmen of the fishmen's genealogy.
The marsh fishmen were the most common and numerous low-level magical creatures in the Swamp of Sorrows. They were simply unworthy of their status as magical creatures.
In front of the tall and mighty Draconid warriors, their incredibly weak frost arrows, crude spears made from wooden sticks, and fishing nets woven from plant fibers were simply too insignificant to be put on the table.
The frost arrows chanted by the Murloc Priests, which were rare among the marsh fishmen, were strangely weak. When they struck the chest of the tall Drakonid, they would only burst into sparkling frost. They could not even cause any damage to the enemy, much less freeze them.
The Drakonids that were struck by the frost arrows would laugh heartily and use their steel gloves to scrape off the layer of frost on their chest, before smashing the Murloc Priests' heads back into their chests with a light punch.
Since the Drakonids had come here, what they wanted was not the leftover animal bones and black jerky of the fishmen. What they were after was the swamp fishmen themselves.
The Swamp Fishmen were a group of fish that had grown arms and legs. Adding a few of them into the pot would make a delicious fish soup!
Moreover, every Drakonid was a glutton. Even if the entire fishmen village was wiped out in one fell swoop, the Drakonid army of 200 would not be enough.
That was why the draconian grain collection team that rushed into the marsh fishmen village didn't care how the old fishman chief was yelling at all. Once they arrived, the Drakonid provisions raiding the marsh fishmen village began to swiftly kill them, gathering their corpses and stringing them up with vines, ready to carry them away.
The Murloc Priests' frost arrows could at most cool the Drakonids' bodies, while the Murloc Warriors' polished spears would shatter the Drakonids' scales. As for the nets, they simply could not withstand the Drakonid Warriors' powerful tearing and metal axes.
If not for the slow movement of the Drakonids' massive bodies, not a single survivor would have escaped from the small village of more than 130 fishmen.
The Drakonid Warriors under the Fire Dragon Lady's command were naturally gifted with fire, with some of the more talented individuals able to unleash powerful fireballs. Ordinary Drakonid Warriors, on the other hand, could only direct the flames onto their weapons to add some fire-elemental damage.
To better capture the 'provisions', many Drakonid Warriors put away their metal weapons, crushing or throwing the defenseless fishmen to death with their bare fists.
They spread out across the entire fishmen village, chasing after the frightened fishmen who were clutching their heads and screaming as they fled in all directions, grabbing one and swinging it to death on the spot before chasing after the next.
Like an eagle catching a chick, the entire murloc village was instantly plunged into a cacophony of ear-piercing screams, while the Drakonid captain even lit a fire outside the village to block the murloc's escape route.
That was why when Descella and Medusa led a group of subordinates to the periphery of the battlefield, what they saw was a desolate scene of chaos and the end of life.
The twelve Drakonid Warriors had completely dispersed and were chasing after groups of fishmen, busy killing them.
The only ones gathered together were the Drakonid captain and his two subordinates, blocking the biggest exit of the fishmen village, happily killing the unlucky ones who bumped into them one after another.
"How do we fight?" Medusa swayed her slender waist and used her long snake tail to support her body. She looked at the battlefield in a serious and meticulous manner.
Although she was naturally intelligent, she was a monster after all, and clearly did not have the innate cunning and insidiousness of humans in terms of skills and means. So even though she was stronger than Descella, she was still willing to listen to the human Wizard's opinion.
Sure enough, Descella's opinion was indeed insidious.
"We can't swarm them all at once!" Descella was a wind-type Wizard, naturally proficient in levitation and flight spells. He floated slightly in the air three meters in the air, looking at the battlefield from afar, and sneered as he gave his opinion. "The terrain here is open. If the Drakonids want to run, our strength is not enough to keep them all."
"So …"
"So we'll temporarily hide the magic machinery we brought. We won't attack first. The two of us and the two snake demons you brought will attack the Drakonid captain first."
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, but still felt a little confused.
Shouldn't the battle be a swarm? The side with more numbers and bigger fists would naturally obtain the final victory. Could they win this battle by leaving more than half of their people outside?
As if seeing Medusa's confusion, Descella explained with a little pride, "Lady Mary sent us not only to defeat these Drakonids, but also to keep them all. So it's not difficult to win this battle, the difficult part is how to keep them all on the battlefield. "
"Keeping the magic machinery can keep the Drakonids?"
"There were only four of us at the beginning, and the one who ambushed them was their captain. The Drakonids are confident that they have the advantage in numbers, so they won't be full of thoughts of running away as soon as the battle starts. Stick them on the battlefield, slowly whittle down their numbers, then let the magic machinery form an interception network on the periphery, and cut into the battlefield when necessary. This way … we have a greater chance of keeping all the Drakonids! "
"I have no problem fighting with the Drakonids, but my two subordinates …" Medusa was not a cold-blooded person after all, and had always been protective of the younger generation of her race.
The two subordinates she brought were both experts of the younger generation of her race, and had already grown four arms, which could control a variety of weapons at the same time. If coupled with their swift movements, when they brandished their swords, it would be like a rolling sword formation.
With such strength, it was naturally not a problem to bully low-level monsters without equipment. But when they faced a powerful creature like the Drakonids, they became a little powerless.
The strength of the four-armed snake demons was still slightly weak, and it was almost impossible for them to cut through the thick metal armor of the upper body of the Drakonids or the solid and dense scales of the lower body. If they really fought, it was inevitable that there would be some awkward situations where they could not cut through.
So at the beginning of the battle, Medusa had already put in a lot of effort to work for them.
Descella was already a little dizzy after hearing Medusa's soft whispers and pleas.
For the sake of his future as a Wizard, Descella had been extremely strict and demanding of himself since the beginning of his apprenticeship. Although he did not reach the level of not getting close to women, he was more self-disciplined and stricter than ordinary people of the same level.
After becoming a Wizard, although he had a little bit of experience, he was still much more mature and determined than other Wizards of the same level.
But for some reason, after interacting with Medusa for a long time, Descella could not help but be a little infatuated with her.
That exquisite and perfect face, that fiery hot body. Although the snake hair and the eyes of petrification were a little difficult to deal with, didn't that make her more exotic?
So it was rare for a 'beauty' to ask for help, so he naturally had to take special care of her.
"Then let's bring two more 'Woodchoppers'! With these two meat shields in front, they will be much safer … "
A sweet smile immediately appeared on Medusa's face, and the dense snake hair made a strange rustling sound.
"Alright, get ready, let's go!"
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