In ancient times, there was a gourd baby to save grandpa, and now there are fish people queuing up to send it.

Carlos probably figured out that under the simple social structure of deep-sea creatures, there are only two kinds of social relations.

One is: I, stupid cannon fodder.

The other is: I, the stupid boss.

The strong drive the weak first, and the weak drive the weaker to take the lead.

But haven't these deep-sea cod burgers thought about a problem?

What gives them courage on land and human anal frontal!

I fucking built the bunker tower!

If you find that the opposite side is coming to send it after facing the enemy, this sense of disparity makes Carlos a little uncomfortable.

But intuition and reason are warning him not to underestimate any enemy, and not to have too many stories of capsizing in the gutter.

"How many waves of enemies is this?"

Carlos was so focused on observing and dealing with the enemy that he was too distracted and not very sensitive to numbers.

"The eleventh wave."

Fang Brick replied from the side.

"The ground seems to be shaking."

Carlos's brow furrowed slightly, I was afraid that some big guy was coming.

At a time, as little as thirty or fifty, as much as a hundred, the fish-man sea beasts mixed with some strange creatures did not cause much trouble to the human soldiers armed to the teeth, except for a few unlucky people who were hit by the vital point, the casualties of the soldiers were not large.

However, when on full alert, the loss of mental and physical strength is not small, and the soldiers on the coast-facing side have already rotated the third batch.

Knock, knock, knock, roar~~~~~

In the mist, the shadow slowly approached, throwing fire bombs with a small trebuchet. A brief flash of light dispelled the mist, revealing the three-headed behemoth's hideous body.

The barbed back shell was covered in seaweed and seaweed, and the squirming of sea snakes and anemones between the clusters, and the five large scarlet eyes of the three-headed saber-toothed dragon turtle burst with bloodthirsty light.

"The head on the left seems to be blind in his right eye."

"Young Master, you don't plan to end up in person, do you?"

"Isn't this kind of guy supposed to be your mage?"

"Your Master Wang is keeping the portal running."

Brick looked sideways at Carlos with an uncertain expression.

"Forget it. It's just a dragon turtle, and it's just a dragon turtle with three heads, so let's see how the boys deal with it first. ”

Obviously he was only a young man, Carlos decisively planned himself to the senior group.

And Ymir did not disappoint Carlos, with a bow and arrows, a meteor hammer stumbling on a rope, a pointed stake blocking the enemy, and a fire oil bomb sticking to the burns.

When the soldiers overcame the fear of the sea beast's sheer size, the humans had an advantage in both quantity and quality.

But the monster stretched out its head and struck away half of the warriors who tried to go around to the side and help the dragon turtle bleed.

"Good. Its skin could not stop our swords, our archers, from shooting the old turtle's eyes and crossbows, aiming at its neck, and burning its feet with incendiary bombs. Damn, the fish-men are up again, the Sixth Brigade. Attack and bypass the turtle to block the fish-man's onslaught. ”

Ymir's command was decent. It's remarkable, maybe not the best way to deal with it, but it's exhaustive, and there are no obvious flaws.

"Can't let this dragon turtle in, it's going to destroy our walls and fences."

The night was still deep, and Carlos was in no mood to pass the time with a thick-skinned siege beast.

"Uncle Fang Brick. You go ahead and deal with it. ”

"As you wish."

Although because of the thighs of the Barov family, Fang Brick has enough financial resources to pay off his debts and continue his research, and his magical strength is increasing day by day, and because of Carlos's trust. The greater the authority, the greater the power. But you still have to listen to your boss's words.

Performing a levitation technique, Fang Brick jumped off the high platform, jumped more than thirty meters away, his robe fluttered, and reached the front of the defensive line in full force.

Soon, hoplites ran up to the bricks to act as a shield for him.

Condensing flames in a place full of water elemental power, the dragon turtle, which is a demonic beast, naturally senses and senses it, but the spiked wooden stakes that are slanted forward thirty degrees and the obstruction of human soldiers make it impossible for the sea beast to move forward with all its might.

After being shot in another eye by an arrow, the enraged behemoth strode forward, trying to break through the barrier and rush into the crowd to kill.

Unfortunately, the bricks are cast faster.

"I'm sorry, foolish creature."

Fang Brick didn't know if it was because it was not easy for the giant tortoise to grow or if he thought of something, and his tone full of pity resounded throughout the camp under the blessing of the stirring magic.

This Nima ...... Ten mages nine sorry, and one tear.

Carlos watched it all from a high platform, feeling his right eyelid jump a little.

The fireball technique of the average mage is about the size of his own head, and the fire explosion technique is about the same size as the basin used by the village woman to bathe the child, and it is also jokingly called the basin technique.

However, Fang Brick is worthy of a man with a background in the case of the Explosive Bomb Demon, and the 500-pound capacity of the Flame Explosion Technique the size of a beer barrel is rubbed when he is said to be rubbed, and he is thrown away.

After a loud bang, the three-headed dragon turtle, which had excellent physical resistance and demon resistance to scum, struggled to crawl forward a few more steps, and finally paralyzed its charred head to the ground.

But judging from the state of needing the support of the soldiers, this move is a big deal...... It's the Flame Explosion Technique that consumes a lot of bricks' energy, and I'm afraid it won't be of much use in the future.

"Sneak attack! Fish-man lurkers are attacking from our north! ”

The alarm bell rang, and on the side of the mountain range, the remaining sentinels sounded the alarm.

"Don't panic, the Ninth Brigade will deal with the thieves behind it."

Carlos calmly gave the order.

It's good to have a lot of soldiers, and there's no pressure to deal with sneak attacks or anything.

With the defeat of the dragon turtle, the remaining fish-men scattered, and in the distant fog, the roar of the tidal giants was imminent.

The battle will continue.

"Sora, are you crazy, the two of us singled out Hydra?! That's an adult! ”

About three kilometers away from the camp, the black-robed mage and the female elf, who had not participated in the defensive battle, managed to hold back the Hydra's hatred in the monster pile, and pulled the rampaging beast out of the sea beast army.

"Even these little shrimps are trying in vain to attack the camp of 2,000 people, and they can't do it themselves. Don't look at the tidal giant's fierce trouble, Carlos and his minions crawled out of the pile of dead people in Hilbride, but this nine-headed worm is really a difficult thing for mortals to deal with. ”

"It's like you and I aren't mortals."

Although the Hydra was a little sluggish due to its huge size, it was really because of its huge size, and its small steps could catch up with the five big steps of Reslyn and Soraka.

Sora has the background of a ranger lord, and she can't see anything yet, and Reslin, as a mage with good roots, has begun to gasp.

"Boy, what are you pretending, hurry up and solve this reptile and we can go back to supper."

Sora has a look on her brat face.

"Pretend to be your brother-in-law, an adult hydra, resistant skin, what can I do to solve it!"

Reslyn had a murderous look on his face, and the burning sensation in his lungs made him feel impetuous.

"It's a pity that I don't have a sister, otherwise it's not impossible to be cheap for you kid."

"I ...... Ahem, ahem. ”

Talking while running made the black-robed mage angry and coughing.

In desperation, Sora had no choice but to hold Reslynn and share some of his weight for him.

"Don't make a fuss, what else is hiding, I'm not without Merry. The winter wind has dealt with it. If it's an ancient hydra, I won't say anything, resistant skin plus super-fast regeneration, the mage's natural enemy. This adult hydra is nothing more than a high-level elemental resistance, and death kills in seconds. ”

For a moment, Leslyn really wanted to give Sola a finger of death, but as a mage, composure was the first element.

"I'll be hunted down."

Leslin whispered.

"Who's going to hunt you down? Carlos is a pragmatist, you can't fail to tell. As for the Council of Tirisfa, come on, your master will probably be able to be the speaker. ”

"What do you mean?"

Leslin instinctively sensed that there was something he didn't know.

"Three years ago, the Council of Tirisfa was taken to the bottom of the sky, who has the time to care about who your master is."

Sora looked at the hillbilly with a sense of superiority.

"Your scruples are simply mediocre and self-inflicted." (To be continued.) )