After two tricks of the opening of the "Charles Organ" and "Charles Big Pineapple", the elves' square formation once again slowly and firmly moved towards the gap in the training camp wall with the whistle.

Because most of the new weapons in Wutong City's inventory were allocated to two other battlefields with small numbers but strong firepower, the battle at the Fishman Training Camp was mainly infantry.

A layer of white light also enveloped the elves' square array. Every time the elves took a step, the light became more and more intense.

When the square formation advanced nearly twenty meters, the fishermen could only see an almost square foggy white light outside, and could not see the details of the elves' formation.

The commander of the Fishman Training Camp took a deep breath here. It seemed that today's battle was difficult to fight.

After the fence is blown down, the camp's defense can be said to be useless, and the role of the trench will also be reduced to the lowest point.

Without the threat of ranged attacks on the wall, the elf's magician temporarily filled a trench with only a few earth magic.

The fishmen who lost the first game soon gathered again, but at this time their morale was low, and the time for the shield to be expanded after magic was synchronized was a little slower than usual.

"You can't be passive like this." The fishman commander thought, "The enemy's long-range attack advantage is too great, and it can only be offset by rushing forward and fighting with each other."

To fight this battle well, morale must be improved first.

The voice of the fishman commander floated in the night sky after being amplified by magic.

"Our enemies are gathered. Now we know where they want to die, and their death is here! Strengthen your faith, put aside the fear in your heart, and let anger give you stronger strength!"

"This is the moment that determines fate! Let us put aside our constraints, form a perfect front and move forward! We want to prove that we are indestructible and we can defeat anyone."

"The time for battle is here! Put on your armor, grab your shield, and draw out your sword! Let the enemy not imagine seeing the sun again!"

The brief, firm, and powerful pre-war speech spread farther and farther in the night, and the elves also heard the sound of stabilizing the slightly panicked fishman.

The elves were unmoved. The entire square stopped when it was nearly two hundred meters away from the wall. After re-adjustment, they were ready to face the enemy's attack.

"Cordoba," shouted George.

"arrive!"

An officer not far from George immediately came to him.

"Next you will command," George said to Cordova.

Cordoba immediately took the order, and although he was now only the squad leader, the long lifespan of the elves gave them enough time to learn how to command higher-level battles.

At this time, Cordoba and George stood together on a wooden platform that was temporarily built with an empty ammunition box that was about the same height as them, so as to observe the situation on the battlefield.

Cordova, who originally commanded a 100-man team, looked around with more than 3,000 comrades around, suppressed his nervousness and excitement, and then issued the first order.

"All first-level preparation!"

The "organ" and "big pineapple" who had just fired half of the ammunition on the two wings outside the square immediately retreated to the surroundings of the command platform, and then adjusted the direction and elevation angle to provide firepower support when needed. The sword and shield soldiers surrounded and protected these long-range weapons.

At this time, the elves formed a hollow square array in the center, with new weapons arranged inside, and each of the four corners had a long-range army array forming a small square.

The reorganized fishman divided some of his troops and blocked the gap. They nervously strengthened the magic circle covered by the team, and waited for the attack that had just arrived again.

But after waiting for a few minutes, the elves shrouded in white light a hundred meters away were silent, and there seemed to be no intention of taking the initiative to attack.

The commander of the fishman frowned. He didn't expect that the elf would attack without rushing to attack.

He explained a few words to the attendant beside him, and then the attendant left the watchtower in the barracks.

The attendant ran to the river south of the camp, which was in a mess and was full of things.

The attendant quickly took off the boots on his feet and the pants like long skirts under his long skirts, and then threw them on the shore like other fishman's boots and pants, and then jumped into the river.

After a while of deformation, the attendant's legs turned into tail fins, and then swam downstream.

Because it rained a few days ago, the river water was turbid, which made him feel uncomfortable when he was breathing under the water, just like breathing in the haze on land.

After swimming for more than ten minutes, a huge team appeared in front of him.

More than two thousand fishmen swam downstream along the river, and for a moment they almost filled the waterway.

The attendant took a moment to find the commander of the team and conveyed the latest orders to him.

The team that was originally going to sneak attack back changed their targets. A few minutes later they rushed to the river bank and then launched a sudden charge towards the side of the elves' square formation.

The fishman commander, who was worried that the elves were engaged in conspiracy, was afraid that delaying time would be detrimental to him, so he arranged for the sneak attack team that had originally planned to circumvent and launch an attack in advance, and disrupt the elves' rhythm while conducting offensive reconnaissance.

The fishman was very moving when he came out of the water. In the quiet night, the keen hearing elf could vaguely hear the sound of water two or three hundred meters away.

Cordoba immediately ordered: "All second-level preparations, the enemy is on both sides of the east and west!"

There were more than one team of fishman's sneak attacks. At the beginning, the commander of the fishman sent one team to each upstream and downstream.

There were nearly 5,000 fishmen attacking on both sides, and their troops were almost twice that of the elves.

On the watchtower, the fishman commander's attention was all focused on the scene. The fishman soldiers below were ready to use the simple wooden bridge to charge across the trenches. After the two raid teams entangled the elves, the main fishman in the military camp would launch the charge.

The well-trained fishmen quickly lined up in an order after they got out of the water and came ashore. They formed a troop and charged towards the fog that was shrouded in the elves.

When the elves were still one hundred and fifty meters away, the fish people completed magic synchronization while moving, and the blue magic shield enveloped them.

At this time, the elf's arrow rain also arrived. The arrows at this distance could only hurt the strong fishman. For the fishman wearing armor and protected by magic shields, it was not even tickling. The arrow rain could only consume the strength of the magic shield.

When the fishmen were marching one hundred meters away from the elves, they suddenly threw a javelin.

At this distance, the javelin thrown by the strong fishman has the power of being a must-have.

However, the light fog that enveloped the elves square array was actually a kind of magic shield. After the rainy javelin pierced into the light fog, the speed of the javelin suddenly decreased sharply. Finally, the javelin that had lost its kinetic energy slowly fell to the ground as if it had become lighter.

At the same time, the mage battle between both sides began.

The fishman mage, who is born with affinity with water elements, uses the water-based mutant ice-based magic as its main attack method, while the elf mage also uses the fire-based magic with the weakest resistance of the fishman, and is also supplemented with the wind element to "fire and borrow the wind power".

There are not so many magics on the battlefield, and all magic revolves around the principle of pouring the most magic onto the enemy's heads in the shortest time.

The first step in magical warfare is to break the enemy's magic shield. If one side first breaks the enemy's shield, then they will win half of it.

The elves with magical dominance have always been easy to gain the advantage of magical warfare on the battlefield, so the fishman must kill the open space ahead as quickly as possible and pull the battle into the stage of hand-to-hand combat where the magician plays a limited performance.

The elves' square formation is like a fire butterfly spreading its wings under the night sky, fireballs, fire storms and fire tornados and other flame-lit flame magic pounced on the fishman on both wings, and the magic that crossed the night sky was like the flaming fire wings. The magic flying in reverse emitted blue or white light, dotted with the wings of flames.

The magic shield of the fishman was shaking, and the elves' light mist became thinner.

On the watchtower of the Fishman Camp, their commanders sent signals from time to time to coordinate the speed of the attacking teams on both sides, so that they could reach the position of charging at the same time and attack the elves' army at the same time.

The fishman team, which released magic and threw javelins to cover their attack, advanced to more than 70 meters away from the elves army formation where the opponent's shadow could be seen. A few more steps were the distance to launch a charge.

At this time, the magic shield of the fishman had almost failed, and casualties had occurred in the queue.
Chapter completed!