If Ann Yizhi is not mistaken, Asmo is the most suitable race to become a paladin, unlike other player races, as long as they find a temple of good gods, there are people who are willing to accept them, and it can be said that the starting point is much higher than that of ordinary players.

However, like the Dragonmen, they are also very slow to level up, which is a small balance.

Asmo ...... of the Reverend

Sure enough, the painting style of this team is so strange. Or is the world so big?

Regardless of their art style, at least these players are not weak.

This is also normal, it turns out that most of the players who run back and forth in various cities are basically guys with a few brushes, otherwise they would not have survived to the next city safely.

The addition of the player's melee makes the pressure on the sailors much easier, and even gives them the illusion that 'Lao Tzu can win'.

Let this delusion continue, and let them know that there are countless lizardfolk climbing up underwater, and they might lose their fighting spirit.

Morale, a relatively idealistic thing, is important, but it's not a panacea.

"Ahh ~”

With screams, one of the sailors was shot with a javelin from under the ship, and the barrel of the gun went straight through his chest.

"Heal a serious injury!"

Priest Asmo's palms lit up with a healing white light, but the sailor's injuries were too severe to do anything about it. In desperation, he gave up and raised his scepter to resist the lizardmen's attack with his teammates.

This is just the beginning, more and more sailors are on their hands, and even dying, after all, there are too many lizardmen.

Despite the increasingly critical situation, An Yizhi did not rashly cast spells to help.

He didn't want to be the target of the lizardmen, so it would be easier for him to be ruthless.

Looking at the surrounding situation, he said to the other player mage beside him:

"Darkness is our enemy, and the situation is too bad for us."

The latter was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what An Yizhi meant.

The lizardmen all have dark vision, and in their own combat power, except for the dwarves and snake people who have dark vision, everyone else can only see a vague shadow.

In the end, there were still few night battles, and it took almost a few minutes to think about this problem.

"Dancing Light Technique!"

"Glare Orb!"

The two of them held up several balls of light that emitted a soft white light, illuminating the sea around the ship as bright as day.

At this time, everyone had to take a breath of cool air, and they saw that the dark green dorsal fin of the lizardman was everywhere on the sea, like tadpoles trapped in a small puddle, densely packed, and they knelt down when they changed to a dense phobia.

There are only more than thirty of all of your own sailors, and they are fighting against so many lizardmen who are above level 25.

An Yizhi didn't expect the other party to have such a large number, which is troublesome.

"Gentlemen, with thunder and lightning spells, my ship can withstand it!"

The captain, who was on the upper deck controlling the rudder, opened the window and yelled, then went back to control the ship and drove forward.

It is impossible to wipe out all these lizardmen, and the captain only hopes that the lizardmen will be able to retreat, and if they can make it to the nearest port, there may be a chance of survival.

Several spellcasters glanced at each other, and since the captain had said so, there was nothing to worry about.

For a moment, the chanting of incantations mixed with shouts formed a long poem of killing, and the active electric light in the atmosphere erupted into a rumbling thunder as if it had been drawn over.

"Summoning Thunder!"

The first to complete the spell was the fruit candy, and the lightning slashed down from the sky and fell into the sea on both sides of the ship.

"Thunder Spell!"

Another human mage followed suit to complete the spell, and the dark clouds in the sky summoned by the fruit hard candy rumbled, raining down dense thunder like a torrential rain.

Under the action of lightning, the sea water rolled up as if it were boiling, and you can imagine the lizardmen hiding in the water.

However, these spells are all lightning spells with a large area, and a large range means that they are not as powerful as a single spell.

With the lizardman's natural armor, even if it is not light, it will not hang up.

Of course, they will not be passively beaten, and many lizardmen choose to dive deeper underwater to avoid lightning, and at this time, An Yizhi has finally completed the spell.

The shadow shaping magic orb that surrounded him was victorious, and then he used all his strength to dim and fell back into the dimensional pocket.

"Shadow Sculptor: Lightning Arc!"

A huge arc of lightning burst out from the head of the staff, and after hitting the lizardman who had just climbed into the boat, it jumped and rushed towards the sea, and the strong electric light even exceeded the brightness of the lighting spell, illuminating all the nearby seas, and if you looked closely, you could even see a large school of sea fish lying on the gun rolling their eyes and surfacing the water.

The casters' powerful output caused the sailors to burst into cheers again, but the casters had strong attack power and defense, which was also very worrying.

Of course the lizardmen know that.

Counting the shadow of the spear breaking through the wind, the target of the javelin is naturally the mages who are in the weak period of spell casting.

However, An Yizhi can be regarded as a lot of experienced battles, and he has dealt with a lot of guys who are so tall that he is not known to be a lizardman, and he knows that the opponent's counterattack will come quickly, so he is prepared before the lightning arc strikes.

Taking a step forward, he also shifted the barrier of the Book of Shields, keeping the hard fruit candy behind, and the javelin that attacked them both snapped against the stone and snapped off the deck.

But the other mage obviously didn't have such a good sense of battle, and the situation was urgent just now, and he didn't even have time to hang up a defensive spell on himself.

The impact of the javelin sent him flying two meters away, the tip of the spear piercing through his chest, stabbing into the wood behind him with a thud. Almost nailed him there.

"Hell! Go back and two of us to protect our mage! ”

The dwarf scolded, raising his axe and slashing down a lizardman.

That's when everyone realized that they were too negligent in protecting the caster, and that without the strong output of DPS, they would all die here today.

The mage's ranger teammate patted his head in annoyance, hung the short bow on his back, drew his scimitar and picked up a round shield dropped by the sailor to protect it two meters in front of An Yizhi. At the same time, the Asmo priest also turned back and served as a meat shield.

"Regeneration!"

With both hands, he pulled out the javelin that pierced the mage, and immediately blocked it with a healing spell, which finally saved the mage's life, but he is now in a weak state, and now he can only lie on the ground softly and feel the big red pour, and it will take at least a little time to recover his combat effectiveness.

At this time, the javelins were thrown from the water again, more than before!

The Ranger gritted his teeth and blocked the arrows with his shield and scimitar, which was not easy for his agile figure, but fortunately his skills were good, although the round shield was pierced like a hedgehog, and he was not injured after all.

Compared to him, Pastor Asmo seemed much more relaxed.

Speaking of which, An Yizhi is quite envious of the 'priest' and this kind of golden oil, the average attribute means that they can wear chain mail, and the fighting style is also far and near, unlike An Yizhi, who can only choose light clothes when wearing robes, and thicker cotton armor cannot be used.

He held a tower shield like a door panel, clad in chain mail, and a scepter that flashed with lightning:

"Entropy Light Shield!"

A circle of holy light erupted from within him, forming a ball-shaped defensive spell, and the javelins that came at him were deflected to the side, and occasionally those who broke through the defense were blocked by his tower shield.

Of course, An Yizhi was not idle, he took a deep breath, let the dragon's power stir in his chest, and then roared:

"Stun! Bar! ”

（Strun-Bah）

The roaring dragon whispered like thunder on the deck, and some races with excellent hearing, such as elves, couldn't help but shrink their ears, which showed how loud the sound was.

Summoned by the Summoning Thunder Technique, the dark clouds that had not completely dissipated became even thicker, and the golden electric light swam in it, and in a short time, they slashed down one after another, hitting the lizardmen with precision as if they were being controlled.

In terms of damage, the Storm Summoning Dragon's Roar is not as good as the Fruit Hard Candy's Thunder Summoning Spell, or even the Thunder Spell used by that mage, not to mention the Lightning Arc.

However, the Storm Summons has a large range, and it is a continuous dragon roar, as long as it lasts, the lightning will keep falling.

Instantaneous output is not enough, but it is more than enough to maintain, and Storm Summoning makes it a lot easier for the people on the deck, allowing them to be a little more comfortable under the siege of the lizardmen.

The battle has entered a stalemate, and the lizardmen seem to be killing them endlessly.

The badly injured mage recovered from the effects of the Red Bottle and the healing spell, and also joined the ranks of the attack output, and one spell after another was released from the hands of several people, but the effect was not so effective. No matter how the casters cast their spells, they just don't stop attacking.

The melee fighters on the periphery were already tired, and the sailors who helped were less than half dead, and the rest were wounded.

The captain anxiously controlled the roulette wheel, and he ordered the lower boiler room, 'Even if there is a danger of bursting, drive me to the maximum!' But they still can't get rid of the lizardmen, who are much faster than the boat in the water!

"Collective treatment of slander!"

The fruit hard candy released a healing spell, and it looked out of breath, even if the magic power was still left, the physical strength was almost unbearable.

At that moment, a lizardman broke through the blockade, leaped from the side of the ship onto the deck, and stabbed her with a spear without looking.

"Flame Knife!"

Summoned a flaming flaming knife to resist, giving Pastor Asmo a chance to help.

"Magic Stick!"

This spell doesn't sound great, but it works pretty well.

His scepter lit up with a hazy white light, and it was a heavy weapon, but it was very nimble, and it slammed the lizardman to the ground with a single stick.

Hard Candy took the opportunity to decapitate him with a flaming knife, and before she could thank her, she heard the captain's voice, which didn't sound good:

"We lost power, the propeller and rudder were ruined by the lizardmen!"

This is worse news......