Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 550 The mage leads the charge
"Don't go into the city, let's go around." From Owen's perspective, Fortune Bay is the focus of being washed away by the power of the ancient gods. It's like a cesspool that can erupt at any time. Even if he has a brain problem, he doesn't dare to go in and drain it. Dung water, so I plan to avoid the edge.

Obtaining the bounty is now a secondary purpose. Owen plans to see what the ancient god is going to do and what kind of power it has, because he can't guarantee whether the main world where the main body is located will seal such a thing.

If so, then the main body needs to consider the issue of void immigration, because even if he cheats, he will not want to fight an opponent who can turn any place into a septic tank.

Whether you win or lose, you are still shit, this is willingness.

The three of them took a detour and came to both sides of Fortune Bay. Owen realized that there were quite a lot of smart people. There were already many adventurers fishing for fish here. The bounty could be collected in Sea Breeze Town anyway, so why risk going to Fortune Bay? Bay.

However, the environment here is a bit weird, because the sea fog that diffuses from the sea not only carries a strong fishy smell, but also has a curse effect, so you must use a head soaking spell, otherwise it will be contaminated soon.

Even this only slows down the speed of contamination, so adventurers will regularly seek out priests for purification, in order to avoid body mutations as the curse deepens.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Owen regretted coming here. He was not sure whether resurrection after death could remove the curse. If not, he might have to practice trumpet.

Before Owen could change his mind, three adventurers came over. The other adventurers who had just discovered it shook their heads sadly, but still obeyed the rules and did not come over.

"You are new here, right? Several of our teammates have left. Do you want to join our team? We are very experienced in dealing with murlocs." As the captain, he is a warlock. Because of his special bloodline, Because of their relationship, they have better resistance to curses, so they rarely hold the position of captain.

"Okay." Owen did not refuse, because they really needed a few veterans to lead the way, and the warlock captain with some social attributes was undoubtedly a good choice.

Seeing Irving nodding his head without much hesitation, Lorient was very satisfied with his charm and successfully recruited him without even meeting him, so he enthusiastically began to introduce his two teammates.

The one on the left is a dwarf named Iron Hammer. This name is very popular among dwarves. It has the same effect as shouting Goudan at the entrance of a village. He is a warhammer dwarf who can skillfully use a heavy two-handed warhammer. Hearing this, he said to Owen The three of them nodded, looking taciturn but surprisingly reliable.

The other one was a half-elf archer named Kelly, but Owen felt that her bloodline was a bit strange because her skin color was light red, her figure was too plump, and her temperament was a bit flattering, so she gave it to him as soon as they met. Two charming eyes.

How could this be a serious elf? He wouldn't believe it without some succubus blood.

Owen also introduced the three of them, a shield guardian who can withstand damage, a nimble cat-eared assassin, and a first-level mage. This configuration is already quite good. Who can be an adventurer if they are really capable.

"We have just had a purification with the priest, and the condition is not bad. You have just arrived and are not contaminated by the curse, so we go deeper and see if we can find the tribe of these fishmen." After getting to know each other, Lorient said cheerfully. , without even thinking about whether they would encounter any danger if they went deeper.

The hammer kept the dwarf silent and said nothing. Kelly seemed to have Lorient as the leader and had no opinion, so the decision was in Owen's hands. "Okay, I'm also very interested in the murloc tribe." Owen nodded and did not refuse. After all, the murlocs seemed to have a close relationship with the sealed ancient god, so naturally they wanted to find out.

After reaching a consensus, the group bypassed the place where the fishmen and adventurers were fighting and began to go deeper into the rear. Lorient, who talked a lot, was imparting some experience on the way.

"Murlocs are amphibious creatures, but land is not friendly to them. Their webbed feet are easily injured. In addition, staying away from water sources, the hot sun and dryness will also cause them to die in pain."

"But now the climate here is very suitable for them. The cursed sea breeze from the sea brings thick water vapor, forming a thick mist on the beach, which always moisturizes the fish-men's skin covered with fish scales, allowing the mucus to be secreted more evenly, so the fish-men It's in better shape and harder to beat." Lorient spread his hands and said helplessly.

"In addition, the fish-man's scales are not strong, but the mucus on the surface can easily make the blade slip. Even the effect of an ax and hammer is only average. The effect of using a stick is better. At the same time, the fish-man's vitality is very tenacious. Hitting the head It is more likely to be fatal." Lorient showed the staff in his hand. The five-foot-long staff was as thick as an egg. One end was covered with a foot-long iron sheet and inlaid with some iron nails. It was also stained with some fish scales and heel. Fish blood, you can tell how lethal it is just by looking at it.

Owen touched his chin and found that this was indeed the case, so he cast a transformation spell to fuse the sword and staff in his hand to form a thicker mace, to which Lorient nodded in appreciation.

After finding the correct way to use the staff, the two casters walked at the front of the team in a carefree manner. When they met a fishman, they rushed up and hit them with a stick.

One was a warlock with a physique comparable to that of a warrior, and the other had magic-enhanced strength. He charged with a mace. The Warhammer Dwarf and the Shield Guardian were a bit unable to keep up. In other words, the half-elf archer could insert a few arrows, but he was helpless.

The scales of the fishman are indeed very slippery, but the mace is not a vegetarian. The blunt blow caused by it is very fatal to the fishman who lacks a complete skeleton to protect the internal organs, not to mention that both of them are rushing towards the huge fish head. of.

The fish-man has no neck, short limbs, and poor dodge ability. After being hit by a stick, the multiple spliced ​​skulls under the fish skin immediately shattered, and the fish brain flowed out like snot, with some clear and some thick fish. His body was still twitching, but he was actually dead.

Moreover, the murlocs are much smaller than humans, so they feel better when smashed. Owen is a little addicted. He points the mace here and there, but there is no opponent.

Warlock Lorient is not to be outdone. He has mastered the brute force technique, and his combat skills are not inferior to those of specialized warriors. It seems that he has practiced a lot.

The two of them were not seeking death by charging so fiercely, but because the murlocs lived in a special environment and had no forging ability, their weapons were either polished from fish bones or stolen human weapons.

The former has insufficient lethality, and the latter, apart from problems such as rust, is not easy to use due to its size, and cannot break the defensive spells on the two of them at all, so as long as you are careful not to be surrounded by a large group of fishmen, you will be fine.

With the mage taking the lead in the charge, the group went very smoothly until they saw a strange sea creature with an octopus head training the murlocs in a murloc tribe in the shallow sea, and they withstood the charge.

(End of this chapter)