The terrain of the sewer is narrow, and the fish people who have nowhere to hide are in bad luck. They are faced with Downton's giant windmill.
Not a single fishman within the ten-meter strike range survived, and all were killed.
Downton landed on the ground, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and activated Giant Trample.
The murlocs who were facing Downton endured the headache caused by the death cry. When they saw him approaching, they subconsciously prepared to thrust out their spears. As a result, the ground beneath their feet collapsed and they all staggered and became unsteady.
Giant cleave!
Whoa, the bright red black dragon wings drew a crescent-shaped arc, cutting the three fishmen in front of Downton in half.
Blood spilled and internal organs fell out.
Downton rushed over the dead body and slashed at it with one knife after another.
The murlocs were overwhelmed by Downton's bravery. Seeing that their compatriots could not withstand a single move from him and could not even stop their steps, their team broke into commotion and began to retreat in droves.
Roar!
Downton let out a giant roar and attacked with all his strength without hesitation of magic energy. He waved his arm and stabbed forward, and the giant flail shot out. The magic energy saber pierced through more than a dozen murlocs, because the magic energy chains connected the corpses, making them look like skewers.
It looks like a bunch of grasshoppers on the dogtail grass.
The team is also moving forward with Downton.
"Fishman!" Hutao was not afraid at all. He swung his battle ax and chopped down the severely injured fishmen he encountered while passing by.
"Celeste, Illumination!"
Downton paused for a moment, and after calling out the Banshee of Death, he quickly took out a powerful magic potion from the battle bag on his waist and poured it into his mouth.
A ball of light the size of a fist rubbed against the ceiling of the sewer and shot to the far end, illuminating the ugly murlocs in every detail, with every expression intact.
The battle at the end of the team entered the most violent stage.
Ghouls are not very efficient at killing enemies, but they are very capable as human shields.
The murlocs, led by tribal warriors, fought forward, trying to attack from both sides and defeat the enemy, but they found that even if they used all their strength and pierced these guys with their spears, they still would not fall.
Celes finished her magic chant, and arcane missiles the size of watermelons were fired into the crowd of fish, causing a big explosion immediately.
The magic energy and impact air waves tore the bodies of the murlocs into pieces. Because the terrain was narrow and the murlocs were crowded, the lethality of the arcane missiles was doubled.
After eight missiles, the battle behind the team stopped.
Some of the guys who were lucky enough to survive and were seriously injured were lying in the meat paste and stumps, moaning weakly. Based on the treatment methods of the fishman tribe and the extent of their injuries, it was obvious that they would not survive for long.
Downton, who had killed nearly fifty meters, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the movement behind him weakened.
The ghouls came forward to help Downton defend himself.
"Downton, stop rushing, block them!" A piece of magic flame text bloomed in front of Downton. "Let Celes take action!"
Downton stopped and held the shield in his left hand in front of him.
The fish people retreated one after another. They actually opened a distance of more than three meters from Downton. As soon as he stopped, the fighting stopped.
Wululu! Wululu!
The murlocs talked anxiously. The enemies in front of them were too strong. They hoped that their companions could open the gap from the other side. Some murlocs suggested retreating. The losses were too great, and it was not worth it for these prey.
Before the murlocs could finish arguing, Celes' arcane missile arrived.
Downton covered his upper body with a shield.
While screaming, Downton saw the meat sauce blowing over like a rising tide, covering his calf, and mixed with some body parts, which was extremely disgusting.
"So dirty!" Even the belligerent Hu Tao showed a disgusted expression among the minced meat.
The fishmen finally couldn't bear the loss and retreated in a hurry.
"Finally we beat them away." Jackson cheered, twisted his waist, danced a palace waltz, and slapped the horses, "You dare to mess with the master, you are really tired of living."
"Catch up, Homer, put away the heavily armored ghouls." Downton threw away his shield and lightened his weight, "Jackson, activate the aura of agility and charge with the lightly armored ghouls."
"Ah? Are you still fighting?" Even though he was not happy, Jackson still carried out Downton's order unconditionally and ran out with two low-level demon servants.
"Celeste, don't use magic, keep the magic power to deal with the shaman!" Downton was a little regretful. If he had long-range weapons, he could completely annihilate the fleeing murlocs.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Hu Tao dragged the battle ax and urged everyone to speed up.
There is a fishman shaman among the enemies. They are generally wise men in the tribe and are very intelligent. Downton wants to use the sewer as an escape route. He must ensure safety, otherwise he will be beaten by the fishman after hiding in. He will not die.
They also have to shed a layer of skin, so it's better to kill them all at once and then stop causing trouble.
Wu Lulu's shouts became louder. Seeing the terrible enemy chasing after them, the fishmen ran faster and even pushed each other.
One unlucky guy fell down and was trampled by his companions. After finally getting up, Downton arrived and kicked him in the face.
The fish-man rolled out, and was then kicked on the face by Downton's military boots. All the teeth in his mouth were broken, but his bad luck was not over yet. The ghouls rushed over and stepped on him fiercely with several pairs of military boots.
After passing its body, the sound of fractures continued.
"Hey, there's another one that slipped through the net." Looking at the murloc that was limp in the water, Hu Tao chopped off its head with an axe.
Such an ugly fish-man is not even worth being a slave pet of Hu Tao and being beaten by her.
The purple soul remains floated out from the corpse and were absorbed by the grimoire. Needless to say, it was another great harvest.
Due to the topography of the sewers and the important status of the fish-man shaman, it would not be on-site to command during normal hunting, but would stay in another sewer 200 meters away until the end.
After releasing the corrosive acid cloud, the shaman began to wait, but the movement coming from the direction of the battlefield was not as smooth as usual.
The warriors of the tribe seemed to be being slaughtered. The shaman was a little unsure and was hesitating whether to go over to support him. He saw the warriors retreating as if they were being chased by a ferocious beast. On every face,
All crawling with fear.
"Calm down, stop everything." The shaman waved the bone-carved staff and spread a soothing spell, trying to dispel the fear in the hearts of the soldiers.
There were six tribal warriors beside the shaman. They rushed over with spears and swiped at anyone they saw. They finally stopped the decline, then scolded them and ordered them to regroup.
When the fish people saw the shaman and the strongest warrior in the tribe, their confidence returned.
The shaman was counting the number of people and found that two-thirds were missing. Just as he was about to find someone to ask, he saw a dazzling arcane missile shoot over and land among the murlocs who had just formed their formation.
Boom, corpses flew around, and waves of blood splashed everywhere.
The highly destructive necromancy magic stunned the murloc shaman. When it tried to intercept the magic, three arcane missiles were already raging among the murlocs, followed by successive waves of bombing.
More than half of the murloc warriors fell, and four tribe warriors stood at the front, preparing to lead the charge, but they were unlucky and died under arcane missiles.
Without them to hold the battle, the murlocs completely collapsed.
In the panic of fleeing, the shaman was knocked over by them. Its old face was pressed into the fishy water, and the neat sound of military boots was heard. Then this cunning guy closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Downton stopped in front of the shaman. To be honest, these guys were covered with fish scales and had fish heads. Anyway, he couldn't tell the age difference between the murlocs, but this guy was holding a bone staff.
It won't be a melee profession.
"Is this the shaman? He won't be trampled to death, will he?" Downton raised his leg and landed on the shaman's head.
The fishman howled in pain, jumped up, and ran away.
Jackson chased after it and kicked it on the waist, well, maybe the butt.
Wululu, the shaman begged for mercy with gesticulating gestures.
"Your powers of observation are so meticulous." This time, even Homer was so impressed that he fell to the ground in admiration. Although there was lighting, the surroundings were still dark. Downton could notice the bone staff in the shaman's hand. He was really disappointed.
easy.
"Can we communicate?" Downton directed the ghoul and dragged the shaman over.
Although the language of the murlocs is ridiculous, they still couldn't stop the ancient magic book. They started to communicate. In fact, it was fortunate that Downton made the right decision and captured a shaman. If it were an ordinary warrior, those guys wouldn't even be able to write.
They don't know each other, and Homer can't speak. The final result is to hack the other party to death.
"What are you talking about? Why doesn't this guy's expression look like he's a prisoner?" Hutao looked at the murloc man spitting saliva and pointing constantly, feeling a little curious.
"It said that the entire city's sewers are their territory. If we don't get out, we will be killed." Homer translated.
Downton and his party entered the sewer, and less than a fifth of the way through, they were discovered by a fishman who was out hunting, and then he hurried back to report the news.
The murlocs naturally wanted to defend their territory, and they also treated them as dinner. However, they did not expect that the enemy was too powerful. Instead of killing them, two-thirds of the warriors died.
"I'm Di Polo, this is a public place, okay. Since when did it become your territory?" Downton was very dissatisfied with the fishman's beating.
Jackson's dog-leg talent was definitely at full capacity. Seeing Downton's expression, he immediately rushed to the fish-man, opened his bow left and right, and slapped it in the face.
"Tell it that I am the lord of this underground city. If you want to continue living in the city, you have to pay me rent, or I will demolish their nest." Downton was purely trying to scare the fishman.
The beaten fish man recognized the current situation and became honest.
"Ask it, apart from them, what other monsters are there underground?" If the potion to replenish magic energy is drunk too frequently, it will cause damage to the body, and the effect will also be reduced, so Downton took out a magic stone and absorbed it.
Magical energy.
"It says there is a very powerful multi-eyed lizard. If we don't leave, we will be eaten sooner or later." As soon as the magic flame text appeared, more than a dozen pairs of green light balls appeared at the end of the sewer, obviously belonging to some kind of monster.
