My Magic Age

The setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon with a layer of golden outline, which looked like the magnificent palace of the Cloud City from afar.

When the red sun gradually sank into the clouds, the clouds on the horizon looked like burning fire.

A layer of golden scales appeared on the sea surface.

We stood beside the reefs on the shore, patiently waiting for the day to end.

The battle finally started.

Facing the fishmen camp with a population of tens of thousands, Kalancuo still insisted on hunting the group of fishmen in front of him.

In the twilight, the orc warriors and the barbarian slaves stood in two rows, slowly approaching the fishmen tribe along the sandy land of the coastline.

The fishmen on the outermost lookout of the camp first discovered us. Almost at the same time, a sharp whistle sounded on the lookout. The sound was a little harsh, like the cry of a sea skua. Then the whole fishmen camp began to boil. The fishmen came out of the thatched houses one by one, jumped into the shallow water on the beach, and gathered towards the warning lookout with various simple weapons in their hands.

Some fishmen who were farther away also jumped into the sea and then disappeared on the sea surface, leaving only dorsal fins on the sea surface, which cut through water lines and swam towards the orc warriors.

The fishmen who had just experienced a disastrous defeat in the morning were not afraid of the orc warriors. They surged from the camp like a tide. Looking at the entire beach, there were fishmen holding weapons everywhere. They held bone forks in their hands and did not know what fear was.

At the same time, several fishmen wearing tattered fishing nets and boat sails appeared on the observation tower of the fishmen camp. They also held the huge teeth of some beasts in their hands. Several fishmen wearing tattered fishing nets raised their fangs high in their hands. The surrounding fishmen saw the leader-level fishmen raising the bone fangs in their hands, and they were frightened and bowed down to worship.

A ball of black flames slowly gathered above the head of the leader-level fishmen. When these fireballs grew to the size of coconuts, five fishmen wearing rags of fishing nets pointed their fangs forward, and five fireballs flew out from above their heads with a fierce sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, they crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters and exploded violently on the battlefield.

A distance of 100 meters seemed to be the limit of these black flame fireballs. Unfortunately, these fishmen had no idea about the range of fireballs, so these black flame fireballs were detonated 100 meters away from the orc warriors. Not only did they not affect the orc warriors, but they blew away several of the fishmen hunters in the front. The strong shock wave broke the bones and tendons of those fishmen, and their bodies were covered with black flames, and they howled like ghosts and wolves on the battlefield.

As the fireball exploded in the murloc tribe, only the murloc hunters who rushed to the front of the battlefield were affected, and the murloc army swarming behind them was not affected at all. The murlocs behind saw the leaders on the watchtower release fireballs, and they howled and rushed forward.

Kalancuo took the lead and rushed to the front. The other orc warriors followed behind her on both sides, forming a charging formation. The murlocs rushed up like a sandstorm and surrounded the orc construct warriors. No murloc could stop the heavy sword in Kalancuo's hand. The murloc who collided with Kalancuo almost didn't even have the chance to stab out the bone fork, and was split in half by Kalancuo with the bone fork.

The tauren Luka stood behind Kalancuo, holding the ancient oath like a door panel in one hand and the moon blade axe in the other hand, specially for Kalancuo to resist the attacks from both sides.

The fishmen kept firing blowgun arrows at this side while running. The poisonous needles as fine as cow hair were not fatal to the orc warriors, but the stings were painful and itchy when they pierced the skin, and the toxins on the stings would reduce the reaction of the orc warriors.

The thirty-five barbarian slaves behind the orc warriors held heavy crossbows. At Justus's command, the giant crossbows flew into the fishmen camp with a whistling sound, plowing dozens of channels in the dense fishmen charging formation. The fishmen shot by the giant crossbows were strung on the arrow shafts and flew backwards. When these giant crossbows fell on the beach with their power exhausted, each crossbow shaft was full of fishmen, and each one was inserted diagonally on the beach.

Several leader-level murlocs on the lookout tower saw the murlocs on the battlefield in front of them fall down in rows like wheat. No matter how hard the murlocs in front tried, they could not stop Kalancuo. The orc warriors followed Kalancuo and approached the murloc camp little by little, and they jumped down from the lookout tower impatiently. The murloc leaders raised their huge fangs, kicked away the murlocs blocking the way, and ran quickly to the battlefield.

This time they chose a closer place to shoot fireballs at the orc warriors.

Unfortunately, just when the fireballs were gathering, several giant crossbows with buzzing sounds came whistling. Before the murloc leaders had any reaction, the giant crossbows pierced through their chests unreasonably, and they were strung on the arrow shafts of the giant crossbows like other murlocs.

The heavy crossbows in the hands of the barbarian slaves were like life harvesters, constantly taking away the lives of the murlocs.

Ying Li and I stood side by side at the back of the team. Ying Li put her hands together and raised them above her head. A dazzling red hexagram appeared under her feet. The complicated spell came out syllable by syllable from Ying Li's mouth. It was a very unique rhythm. The last part of the spell disappeared in the "time stagnation" along with the magic pattern magic circle she drew. Then, I saw that the fire elements kept appearing around Ying Li's body. Those fire elements seemed to be attracted by some invisible force and gathered from all directions to Ying Li's chest, forming a big fireball.

The flames continued to gather, from one fireball to three. As Ying Li finished his last clear spell, three consecutive fireballs connected in a string, breaking through the darkness of dusk and flying towards the battlefield ahead. The three fireballs exploded in the most densely populated areas of the murlocs. Some murlocs were instantly engulfed by the flames. They were burning with blazing flames, screaming constantly, twitching in pain, and each flame was jumping in joy, as if it had life, igniting the nearby murlocs.

Some murlocs who broke through the blockade on the battlefield rushed to me and were killed by the two girls Helena and Becky. They had grown a lot, at least they were much more courageous in battle than before. Killing murlocs did not require any skills. Their combat effectiveness was not much stronger than that of goblins. It was hard to imagine how such a large group of murlocs could be multiplied. Perhaps it was because there were no natural enemies of them near the island.

When I thought of this, I suddenly remembered what Justus said. In the river bay on the other side of the island coastline, there was a ship that was almost rotten, which meant that someone had set foot on this island before. But didn't these people know that there was such a large fishman camp on the island? How could they ignore so much wealth that was within their reach?

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Kalancuo led more than 20 orc warriors into the fishman camp, facing the bone forks stabbing from all directions and the poisonous stings flying like rain, and killed all the fishmen who rushed up.

No fishman could stop the orc warriors, but there were too many of these fishmen, so many that Kalancuo and the orc warriors could not kill them all. The ground was already full of the corpses of fishman hunters, but those fishmen still rushed in one after another. They were not afraid of death. The moon blade axe in the hands of the orc warriors was stained with the blood of the fishmen, and it was sticky in their hands.

The orc warriors started swinging the moon blade axe neatly, but then their movements began to slow down little by little. Some orcs even gave up the moon blade axe in their hands and fought with lighter long knives.

Kalancuo led the orc warriors to plow the battlefield five times repeatedly. The battlefield was full of fishmen corpses, but unfortunately there were still fishmen rushing out of the camp and entering this battlefield.

I looked from a distance and could clearly feel that these orc warriors were very tired. The barbarian slaves not far away also shot out the last giant crossbow arrow in their quivers.

At this time, the descendants of the siren led this team of barbarian slaves to rush into the battlefield without hesitation. Each of the barbarian slaves held a five-meter-long black iron spear in his hand. In front of the fishmen who were only one meter tall, the barbarian slaves were like little giants. The heads of those fishmen just reached the barbarian's thighs. They raised the black iron spears in their hands and stabbed these fishmen warriors fiercely, piercing one fishman after another on the black iron spears.

The goal of the barbarian slaves was simple. They just wanted to collect the giant crossbows left on the battlefield and then prepare to organize the second round of wheat harvesting.

These barbarians had stronger endurance than the orc warriors. They had not yet shown signs of fatigue. The battle lasted for nearly two hours. Kalancuo saw the exhausted and wounded orc warriors on the battlefield and planned to retreat behind the reef to rest and eat something. The orc warriors who were fighting on an empty stomach obviously couldn't keep up with the physical strength.

As for the barbarian slaves, they had already eaten a round of fishmen raw because of hunger. At this time, they also joined the orc warriors, standing on the battlefield to form a circle, shoulder to shoulder to resist the attack of the fishmen.

The front of the warriors was already full of fishmen corpses, and in some places, the fishmen corpses were piled up like a hill.

With Kalancuo's "retreat", the orc warriors and barbarian slaves began to retreat slowly. Unexpectedly, the fishmen swarmed in and wanted to keep the orc warriors regardless of casualties. At this time, I appeared on the sea reef and cast a spell to condense an ice wall nearly 100 meters long. The ice wall rumbled on the beach and stopped the fishmen who were about to rush up from behind.

Kalancuo's half body was dyed red by the blood of the fishmen, and the blood plasma adhered to her skin to form a thick scab. She withdrew from the battlefield and sat on the reef on the shore panting. The heavy sword was inserted diagonally on the beach. The orc warriors who withdrew from the battlefield took out the marching rations and stuffed them into their stomachs.

The barbarian slaves formed a line of defense to stop the fishmen who rushed over closely, and I waved to Justus on the battlefield at this time.

Justus led the barbarian slaves to retreat in an orderly manner. The fishmen saw that the barbarian slaves were also retreating, and they swarmed around the rocky reef area where we were.

When the fishmen warriors stepped into this area, the continuous frost magic rune plates buried in the sand were triggered one after another, and waves of cold waves surged. The ice fog seemed very light at night. The fishmen did not find anything unusual at first. When a large number of fishmen rushed into this area, a large number of continuous frost magic rune plates were activated, and the cold wave dyed the beach on the rocky reef side into a snow-white.

One after another, ice walls condensed silently above the heads of the fishmen, and finally formed an ice wall formation of ten ice walls, which fell from the sky with a bang, and exploded into a piece of ice powder just before the fishmen were caught off guard. The extreme cold swept everything near the coastline of the rocky reef. The group of fishmen turned into a large piece of frozen sculptures, standing on the beach in various shapes, while the beach and rocky reefs here turned into a snow world.

Part of the ice and snow extended into the sea, and even a large area of ​​the sea water was frozen.

Every time I detonated the ice wall, it was the weakest time for me. The ice explosion technique absorbed the mana in my body to the greatest extent and released it in an instant.

The fishmen on the battlefield outside saw this scene and finally stopped attacking. They stared at the fishmen who had turned into ice sculptures and made a gurgling sound.

Originally, I thought that such a large-scale ice explosion technique would scare the fishmen outside, and we would also use this time to clean up the battlefield and evacuate here.

But what was unexpected was that after the fishmen hesitated for a short while, more than a dozen three-headed hell lava dogs suddenly emerged from the fishmen camp. They were emitting red flames in the dark night. Each hell lava hound was about the size of a rhino, with lava flowing on its skin, and thick smoke coming out of its bloody mouth and glasses ears. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

Seeing these hell lava dogs, Justus and I looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

I didn't expect to meet so many hell creatures in the fishmen camp. These hell lava dogs are not so easy to mess with. They have thick skin and flesh, and their bodies are full of burning lava. Their strength is usually similar to that of a warrior at the peak of the first transformation.

I never thought that the fishmen here would establish a connection with the Hell Demons. Now thinking back to the huge fangs in the hands of the five leader-level fishmen, I suddenly remembered where I had seen their patterns. Yes, I had taken that thing in a book called "Hell Demon Species Book". Those huge fangs are the teeth of the King of Gege, which have two natural magic patterns of fire gathering and fireball. Even ordinary people can shoot fireballs from hell by picking up those demon fangs.

There was once a great magician who made those fangs into magic weapons. He called this magic weapon "demon fangs".

Looking at the roaring hell lava hounds rushing over, I decisively opened the tide of mana and quickly restored the mana in my body.

This group of hell lava hounds rushed out of the fishmen camp, and I don't know how many fishmen they trampled to death along the way...