All Gods: Lords Conquest Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Large Plane Fragments (6)

In the mud, there are many simple wooden houses of various 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 swamp and muddy land is the home ground of these fishmen, and it is not suitable for them to fight, especially the cavalry. If they rush in, they may sink.

“Don't be afraid, the worst possible outcome is that you won't go in.”

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

"good idea."

Zhang Kexin nodded in agreement.

“It's feasible, but it's a bit time-consuming, but what we don't lack most now is time.” Mo Kongwu also nodded in agreement.

The remaining two are the strongest, but for a while, they couldn't think of a better way.

The elf archer put up his bow and shot an arrow. In an instant, three waves of arrows flew out.

A rain of arrows swept across the sky. The big-headed fish people had never seen such a battle before, and they were immediately dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, a sight is worth hearing a hundred times. No matter how many descriptions the goblin describes, it is not as real as receiving a beating yourself.

Powerful shooting gives the arrows strong penetrating power.

The arrows passed through their heads.

The fishmen were immediately condemned to death on the muddy ground.

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 Sacrifice did not condense the super fireball, but produced thousands of basketball-sized fireballs.

The scorching flames caused the surrounding temperature to rise a lot.

"put!"

With the command, the fireball flew forward.

Rumble —

An explosion sounded.

The muddy land ahead instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The big-headed murloc's tragic wails sounded and spread throughout the battlefield.

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

The Salamander Sacrifice is not very strong. If they fight, Forestry's light warriors will have a way to deal with it.

But this ability of clearing troops is not comparable to that of the Warrior of Light.

The superior soldiers want to quickly clean up the miscellaneous soldiers, at least the fourth order must be rely on the qi to do it.

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

It's impossible to do it with one fireball, and it's impossible to do it with ten fireballs, but when thousands of fireballs hit it, the scene is no less than the cannonball coverage of modern warfare.

“Hey, racial characteristics.” Seeing the bosses saying this, Fang Xingchen smiled proudly.

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

After a period of development, Fang Xingchen formed the Salamander Sacrificial Legion.

When he was exploring the plane alone before, he mainly relied on these lizard sacrifices.

Fight for a period of time, then break up after a wave breaks out, wait for the energy to recover, and try again. Those monster tribes simply couldn't stand such repeated operations.

With the cooperation of the archers and the lizard priests, the big-headed murlocs soon couldn't stand it anymore and began to run deeper into the mud.

Lin Ye sent troops to advance unhurriedly, with the infantry in front, the lizard priest and the elf archer in the middle, and just pushed away, forcing the murlocs to fight.

The area of this piece of mud is indeed not small, but it is limited after all. If you push it over like this, the fishmen will either come to fight decisively, or they will be exhausted little by little.

Facing this situation, there is absolutely no way the fishmen can do anything.

You cannot defeat them in a head-on battle, and escaping is a dead end.

Above the sky, two giant creatures with wings spread tens of meters suddenly swooped towards them.

Two large tornadoes swept directly across the battlefield, with strong winds like knives. Countless murlocs were caught in them, screaming for a moment, and eventually turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Brother Xingyu, how did you cultivate these two monsters? They are so strong!" Zhang Kexin asked with envy as he looked at the two Sky-Splitting Eagles that hovered above the battlefield and occasionally flew down.

“It's 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 not an orc, the murlocs should also be considered an orc."

As if he didn't expect that Fang Xingchen would suddenly talk to him, Mo Kongwu was startled: "That's right, but these guys are a bit useless, and I feel like there's no use in taking them back. Also, I'm much older than you, so it's okay to scream. It's time to call him uncle.”

“You can pull it down.”

Fang Xingchen waved his hand and said with a smile: "As long as we don't seek death, our lifespan will be unlimited. Even if you are dozens of years older than me now, in a few hundred years, we will still be equal."

Mo Kongwu: “.”

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

Fang Xingchen added: "Actually, they don't have to go to land to fight. They can be used to replenish underwater units, and then they can be kept in the moat to see who dares to attack, hehe."

Hearing what he said, Mo Kongwu, who was about to refuse, suddenly froze, "Hey, hearing what you said, it seems to make sense!"

This time it was Fang Xingchen's turn to be speechless, “.”

He saw that Mo Kongwu was really thinking seriously, and he suddenly went crazy. Brother, you really want to do this! ?

At this moment, Su Xingyu subconsciously touched his chin and suggested:

"Actually, it doesn't have to be put in the moat. I think it's better to throw it into the sewer. Since these fishmen can live in this kind of mud, it shows that they have relatively low requirements for the environment. They can put it into the sewer for drainage projects and Wouldn't it be better to clean up the trash?”

As he said that, Su Xingyu himself felt a little moved.

As the number of tribesmen increases, loopholes will inevitably appear in the city's infrastructure, such as underground sewers becoming clogged.

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

"No. Have you really considered it?" Fang Xingchen looked around, a little dumbfounded.

Lin Ye also added: "Theoretically it is possible, but you'd better consider the acceptance of the tribe and whether the tribe's environment is suitable."

While the few people were communicating, the battle on the battlefield was coming to an end and was about to end.

With the joint efforts of the elf archers and the lizard priests, the morale of the fishmen dropped lower and lower. They barely organized several counterattacks, but were easily blocked by the infantry in front.

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

Hence, after the coalition forces issued a call to surrender, they only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

There is no other way. Although they are not as timid as the goblins, facing this fatal situation, they have no other choice but to surrender.

Since then, the three major vassal tribes of the kobolds have been eliminated.

Seeking for further reading, seeking investment, seeking collection, and seeking votes.

(End of this chapter)

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