In the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down, and there was a scene of heavy rain coming between the sky and the earth.

The waves surging under the sea of ​​ink clouds, and a huge shark on the sea surface was walking through the waves. A one-eyed fishman with a black eye mask stood on the shark's head. The fishman held a spear in his hand and was full of energy. Behind it, the fishman was a square array of fishman riding a copper-backed snapping turtle, which looked like an army.

At the end is the Kemos giant tortoise with a shell of about 20 meters in diameter. The giant tortoise is fixed with catapults and other siege equipment on its back, and is also loaded with trolls and zombies who cannot swim. The entire team rises and falls with the waves.

Compared to the turbulent waves on the sea, there is no such great movement under the sea. Four white dragons are swimming leisurely in the sea, with 500 fishman relatives following them behind.

This is the family fortune accumulated by the White Dragons in the past few years. The relatives cannot be transformed unlimitedly. After all, the scales that the White Dragons have fallen off are limited, and some relatives with stronger transformation must be retained.

The marching team arrived at their destination.

The four white dragons gradually exposed to the sea, and a lightning flashed across the gloomy sky in the distance, and the heavy rain came as scheduled.

Boom boom boom boom!

A few seconds apart, a rumbling thunder came into the ears of the fish people.

The heavy rain hit the heads of elite fish with half of their bodies exposed to the sea. The fish people ignored it and followed their owners to move forward.

On the beach, the fish people turned over and lowered the turtle, leaving some fishmen to guard the giant turtle and siege equipment that could not be reached ashore, and the army continued to move forward to the shore and gathered on land.

They will launch a raid to cut off the zombie villages outside the Ogre clan.

Amos also wanted to attack Huanglong, but to deal with the outer wall of the ogre clan, siege equipment must be used. The transportation conditions for siege equipment with huge and fragile targets are very harsh.

The ogre tribe is located in the center of the island, surrounded by a forest outside, and there is no passage for siege equipment to pass directly. In order to prevent siege equipment from being harassed by the gnolls on the periphery, Amos decided to kill them first and advance steadily.

The island is very large. In addition to the ogre tribe, there are four zombie villages. The village is the food supply base of the ogre clan. Under the oppression of the more barbaric ogres, the barbaric zombie turned into farmer and herdsmen who were grazing.

Except for the forests in the center of the island, they cut down all the trees outside the island and reclaimed them into farmland or pastures. On the island in the vast ocean, the sad gnolls had nowhere to escape and could only purse ogres from generation to generation to suck bones and squeeze marrow.

Amos pointed to the map and said to the dragon brothers and sisters.

"Felicia, you three, are responsible for a village."

Although the four-headed white dragons are not strong enough to run to the Ogre tribe to Kai Wushuang, they are still more than enough to deal with the gnoll villages on the periphery.

"Yes, brother."

No matter how they fight in private, the Dragon Brother and Sister will still give Amos enough face when doing the business.

"Old blind, old Jimmy, let me see your growth."

The two responded in unison: "Yes, master."

The army continued to advance.

The target village of fish people is located in a mountain depression, and the mountain depression that blocks the sea breeze on weekdays also blocks the zombies' sight.

When the gnolls discovered the army of fishmen, the village was already surrounded.

Although the Gnoll Village is a village, it does not have a decent house. The disrepaired trash house is already the best building. It is more of a shelter made of animal leather and a wood. Most of the leather has been damp and moldy, and it exudes a rotten smell.

The road that became muddy due to the heavy rain mixed with the werewolf's excrement, turned into black mud, stuck to the claws of the panicked werewolf.

The doorstep of the house was blocked by the fishman, and the werewolves also reacted. They took the farm tools and charged at the fishman under the leadership of the ogre who was stationed in the village.

"Tide Hunter, long-range strike preparation."

The fishman tide hunters guided the well-trained copper-backed snapping turtles neatly arranged in three rows, and the snapping turtle heads were raised upward at a certain angle.

"emission!"

The snapping turtles who were in the same mind as the tide hunters sprayed out a water arrow at the same time, and a branch of water arrows shot through the parabola and shot at the enemy a hundred meters away.

"emission!"

"emission!"

After three rounds of water arrows, the enemy fell nearly half and finally rushed to twenty meters ahead of the fishman team.

At this time, the five trolls with one head higher than the ogre stood up and rushed towards the enemy with the fish people. The ogre was thick in skin and strong in magic resistance. They only suffered minor injuries when they resisted the three-wheeled water arrows. And under the stimulation of the pain, the ogre went crazy, and its combat power increased instead of decreasing.

Both sides are heavyweight large humanoid creatures. They meet on the battlefield and wave their hideous maces in their hands to greet each other.

The huge size brings powerful power, and both sides are fuzzy with blood after one blow. However, a creature like a troll, which is even more cited by its terrifying regeneration ability. Even if the head is cut off, a new one can grow.

The trolls quickly recovered as before, but the ogres did not have this ability. The ogres who had lost their minds were quickly killed by the trolls with injuries in exchange for injuries.

The werewolf who fought with the fish people were quickly resolved, either killed or surrendered.

This was an unequal battle. The fishmen brought by Amos were all elite fishmen with a profession level of at least 3, and they were well-equipped, so it was not difficult to deal with a group of thin and rough zombie farmers.

At this time, an extremely tall troll took out a knife from his waist, cut off the strongest ogre's head, and quickly walked through the fishman's square formation. It walked to Amos, knelt on one knee, with his head lowered, and held the ogre's head high with both hands.

This is an ancient etiquette - the skull offering ceremony. After the first battle, the most powerful warrior on his side will present the most valuable spoils in his first battle to the most noble existence.

Lightning danced like a twisted silver snake on the ink clouds, and the world was brightened.

Amos took the ogre head in the crazy eyes of the fishman, wereggar and troll, and held up his claws and squeezed them in the deafening thunder.

"We will surely crush the enemy!"

"Amos!"

"Amos!"

"Amos!"

The family members raised their weapons and shouted the name of the White Dragon Lord fanatically.

It took a long time to stop.

"Hog River Claw!"

A strong werewolf in his team was out of the list, and he was the leader of his werewolf. He knelt in front of the White Dragon Lord on one knee.

"These werewolves will be handed over to you."

"It is my honor to serve you! Great Master!"

The gnoll bent down and kissed the ground that the White Dragon Lord stepped on, and turned around and walked towards the captured gnoll.

"keep going!"
Chapter completed!