The Wizarding Age

The edge of a dirty and filthy pool.

An old witch wearing a gray wizard robe, a gray pointed hat, with loose and wrinkled skin like dead bark, a hooked nose, turbid eyes, and burnt yellow and broken teeth was crouching on the edge of the pool, silently chanting strange spells that outsiders could not understand.

As the slight witchcraft fluctuations spread in the stinking pool, in an instant, the pale green and turbid water surface was like boiling water.

It didn't take much time, toads covered with bean-sized abscesses, gray and ugly poisonous water snakes, water rats with pointed mouths and long whiskers, slow-moving alligator turtles, and various strange swamp creatures that were difficult to identify one by one gathered around the old witch.

Judging from the size, the old witch gathered small or micro swamp creatures.

Without the restraint of witchcraft, these swamp creatures would never run out of their hidden nests, let alone quietly huddle together with other swamp creatures like this without attacking each other.

"Little babies... Look at you, how cute you all are..." The poisonous woman Endo smiled and leaned over to gently stroke the toad that jumped to her feet.

The bean-sized abscess, the sticky body fluids, the ugly body shape and appearance... I guess only a crazy old witch like her would call a poisonous toad a cute little baby!

"Cute little babies... I need to give some gifts to the big guys in the camp over there... Now I'll trouble you to go there in person..."

With a nervous muttering, the poisonous woman Endo took out a pottery jar from her arms and carefully dripped the dark and sticky liquid inside on the bodies of these swamp creatures one by one.

Once the black liquid touched the skin of the swamp creatures, it quickly penetrated and merged into them.

Those small animals carrying the black liquid turned around, sank back into the pool, and began to dive towards the bustling dragon camp in the distance in their own unique way. Those small animals that did not carry the black liquid flocked to Endor's side, piled up in a ball, and scrambled to wait for the black liquid to drip.

The foggy and heavy Swamp of Sorrow became even more gloomy and terrifying!

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Mullet Camp.

A one-sided massacre is continuing.

Murlocs are bipedal, amphibious creatures that live on the coast, lakeside, and riverbed like fish. They have a fat and round body, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and a skin full of sticky body fluids.

There are many different types of murlocs in color, from turquoise to dark gray, almost all colors. And their height is usually about 1.3 meters to 1.5 meters.

Murlocs like to live in groups, and dozens or even hundreds of murlocs can form a small village.

And their villages are made of some broken branches and mud, without any planning. There are no fires, no clean roads, and no fortifications in the fishman village. The fishman huts are natural and simple, and are all small huts supported by logs.

The fishman village plundered by the dragonman grain collection team this time belongs to the swamp fishman in the fishman family tree.

As the most common and most numerous low-level monsters in the Swamp of Sorrows, the swamp fishman is simply unworthy of their monster status.

In front of the tall and mighty dragonman warriors, their weak ice arrows, simple spears made of wooden sticks, and fishing nets woven with plant fibers are simply not up to par.

The ice arrows chanted by the rare fishman priests among the swamp fishmen are extremely weak. When they hit the chest of the tall dragonman, they will only burst into a piece of crystal frost. Not to mention freezing the enemy, they can't even cause any damage to the enemy.

Those dragons hit by the frost arrows would often laugh and scrape off the frost on their chests with steel gloves, and then smash the head of the fishman priest back into the chest with a light punch.

Since the dragons came here, what they wanted to confiscate was not the animal bones and black dried meat left over by the fishmen. What they wanted to confiscate was actually the swamp fishmen themselves.

Swamp fishmen are a group of fish with hands and feet. Putting a few fishmen into the pot, the fish soup made is also very delicious!

And the dragons are all big eaters. The 200-man dragon army is not enough to eat even if they catch the entire fishman village in one fell swoop.

So the dragon grain collection team that rushed into the swamp fishman village didn't care about how the old fishman village chief was yelling. Once here, the dragons directly killed the fishmen and quickly gathered their bodies together and strung them up with the vines they summoned, ready to take them away together.

The icy arrows of the murloc priests can only cool down the dragons, and the polished spears of the murloc warriors often break on the scales of the dragons. As for the nets, they can't withstand the dragon warriors' strong tearing and the cutting of the metal axe.

If it weren't for the dragons' huge bodies that made them move a little slowly, I'm afraid that this small village of more than 130 murlocs wouldn't have a single survivor.

The dragon warriors under the Fire Dragon Girl are naturally gifted with fire, and some of them with outstanding talents can release powerful fireballs. Ordinary dragon warriors can only guide the flames to the weapons in their hands to add some fire element damage to them.

In order to capture the ‘food’ better and more completely, many dragon warriors put away their metal weapons and crushed or threw these powerless fishmen to death with their bare hands.

They scattered throughout the fishman village, chasing after the frightened fishmen who were running around screaming and holding their heads, catching one and throwing him to death on the spot, and then chasing the next one.

Like an eagle catching a chick, the entire fishman village was instantly plunged into a noisy and shrill scream, and the dragon captain even set a fire outside the village to block the fishmen's escape route.

Therefore, when Desira and Medusa came to the periphery of the battlefield with a group of men, they saw such a desolate scene of chaos and the end of life.

The 12 dragon warriors had been completely dispersed and were chasing after groups of fishmen, busy killing them.

The only ones who gathered together were the dragon captain and his two men, who were blocking the largest exit of the fishman village and happily killing the unlucky people who bumped into them one after another.

"How to fight?" Medusadana shook her graceful and slender waist, supported her body with her long snake tail, and looked at the battlefield carefully and meticulously.

Although she was smart, she was born as a monster after all. In terms of skills and means, she obviously did not have the innate cunning and insidiousness of humans. So although she was stronger than Desira, she was still willing to listen to the opinions of this human wizard.

As expected, the opinions proposed by Desira were indeed insidious enough.

"Don't rush in all at once!" Desira was a wind wizard, and he was naturally proficient in floating and flying. He floated slightly in the air 3 meters, looking at the battlefield from a distance, and sneered and put forward his own opinion: "The terrain here is open. If the dragon people are determined to escape, we are not strong enough to keep them all."

"So..."

"So the magic weapons we brought are temporarily hidden, and we two and the two snake demons you brought will attack the dragon captain first."

Tilting his head to think for a while, Dana still felt a little confused.

Aren't we supposed to rush forward in a battle? The side with more people and bigger fists will naturally win the final victory. If we leave most of the people outside, can we win this battle?

As if seeing Medusadana's confusion, Desela explained with a little pride: "Lady Mary sent us here not only to let us defeat these dragons, but also to keep them all. So it is not difficult to win this battle, but the difficulty lies in how to keep them all on the battlefield."

"Can we keep the dragons if we keep the magic machines?"

"There were only four of us at the beginning, and it was their captain who attacked us. The dragons are confident of their numerical advantage, so they will not run away as soon as they start fighting. Stick them to the battlefield, slowly wear down their numbers, and then let the magic machines set up an interception network on the periphery and cut into the battlefield when necessary. In this way... there will be a greater chance of keeping all the dragons!"

"I have no problem fighting the dragons, but my two men..." Medusadana is not a cold-blooded person after all, and she has always taken good care of the younger generation of her clan.

The two men she brought are good players of the younger generation of the clan. They have grown four arms and can control multiple weapons at the same time. If they are matched with a figure as fast as the wind, they will be a rolling sword formation when they dance with their swords.

With such strength, it is naturally no problem to bully low-level monsters without equipment. But when they face powerful creatures like dragon people, they become a little powerless.

The power of the four-armed snake demons is still a little weak. It is almost impossible to cut through the thick metal armor of the upper body of the dragon man or the solid and dense scales of the lower body. If they really fight, it is inevitable that there will be some embarrassing situations where they cannot cut.

Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, Medusa Dana has been working hard for them.

After being begged by Dana's soft whispers, Desela was already a little dizzy.

For his future as a wizard, Desela has been extremely strict and demanding on himself since his apprenticeship. Although he can't reach the level of not being close to women, he must be more self-disciplined and stricter than ordinary peers.

After becoming a wizard, although he has also opened up a little meat, he is still much more mature and resolute than wizards of the same level.

But for some reason, after more contact with Medusadana, Desela was unconsciously infatuated with her.

That exquisite and perfect face, that hot and hot body, although the snake hair and petrified eyes are a little difficult to deal with, isn't it more exotic?

So since it's rare for a 'beauty' to ask for help, he naturally has to take special care of it.

"Then bring two more 'woodcutters'! With two meat shields in front, they will be much safer..."

Medusadana's face immediately showed a sweet smile, and the gathering snake hair made a intensive crackling sound.

"Okay, get ready, let's go!"

With an order, two wizards from the Crimson Family, two snake demons wrapped in a rolling knife formation, and two rumbling 'woodcutters'... They were like a group of whistling whirlwinds, swiftly and fiercely rushing towards the dragon captain. chapter;