In the evening, all the troops were assembled near the port of Baldur's Gate. According to Henry's plan, they would need to be here for about an hour. In order to better complete the mission, the soldiers demolished many houses and opened up the alleys so that they could better support each other.

Henry sat on the top floor of the Iron Throne Tower, watching the busy crowd below. He was going to stay here tonight and wait for his experience points to skyrocket, and he was also prepared to pit the Sawa Fishman hard. After all, these damn deep sea bandits have wasted so much of his time, energy, and money, and he would be so sorry if he didn't recover a little interest.

As the sun goes down, night finally falls. A large number of camping lamps and fires were lit throughout the docks, and everyone was on full alert for the Sahua fishmen to attack. The Water Queen's Basilica was brightly lit, and Ambori's priests were not afraid of being attacked. They sat in groups and twos at the door of the temple, waiting to watch the battle between humans and fishmen.

Seeing the appearance of these evil priests, Henry sneered and sentenced them to death in his heart. In comparison, the other temples in the city were much better. Not only did he donate a large number of healing potions and magic scrolls, but he also sent some priests and paladins to join the battle. He had already buried a large amount of fire oil around him, leaving only a narrow retreat to the main hall of the Water Queen. Maybe the sane Sawa Fishman wouldn't break into Amberly's temple lightly, but I'm afraid he can't care about this when his life is in danger.

Time passed little by little, and when it was close to midnight, waves suddenly set off on the calm sea, and a large number of Sawa fishmen arrived as scheduled. They also seem to have discovered that other strongholds in the surrounding area have been hollowed out. So all the forces were concentrated in the port area of the city.

Watch the surging enemies. Henry opened the window and fired a magical flame into the sky. Red balls of light illuminate the dark night sky. All the people in the city noticed the signal to go to war. Robert quickly led his team of Assassins to ambush a nearby house, and Corey was on the front line, commanding more than 4,000 human soldiers to build three lines of defense.

A four-armed, fish-man blows the horn of attack. "Woo"...... As a muffled voice resounded throughout the city, the enemy priest began to bless the warriors as they prepared to charge. The center of the sea shimmered with colorful light for a moment, and about 3,000 people were blessed with divine magic.

These pioneers let out a loud roar and began to accelerate violently, swimming thousands of meters to land in ten seconds. They avoided the Water Queen's Hall very well and rushed towards the Iron Throne and several other structures densely populated with human soldiers. Ordinary human soldiers can't defeat these wild warriors who are blessed with divine arts. Just one shot was killed on his back.

Seeing the poor appearance of his soldiers, Henry sighed slightly. It seems that in the future, it will be necessary to train an army of warrior professionals, otherwise it will not be useful to encounter slightly more powerful monsters. He didn't care about hiding his strength, so he directly opened the window and performed several third-level magic techniques in a row to "dispel magic".

The white light instantly dispelled the magic on most of the Sawa Fish people. Before they could react, Henry didn't hesitate to shoot two "Death Cloud Spells" in front of him. The poisonous gas exploded in one fell swoop, and all the fishmen who rushed from behind were enveloped in it.

Looking at these guys who kept coughing up blood, he made up an "entanglement technique" again. Now the enemy trapped in the poison gas couldn't run even if he wanted to, and after more than ten seconds, the more than 3,000 Shahua fishmen had been sharply reduced by a quarter. Without the blessings of divine magic, the human soldiers used their numerical superiority to drive them out of the building again.

The fish-man commander who was hiding in the sea saw this. It was immediately clear that it would be difficult for ordinary brute warriors to capture this place. Without hesitation, he incorporated fifty priests into the unit that was waiting for the order to attack. Swim mightily towards the shore. Cory, who was sitting in the makeshift command center, noticed these relatively small Sawa Fishmen. He knew that Henry alone would not be able to deal with so many priests anyway, so he immediately ordered the professionals who were guarding here to rush to the front line to support.

With the addition of the Fishman Priest to the fray, the form of the front line is in jeopardy. Henry immediately used the eighth-level magic "Spell Activation", and the three "chain lightning" that had been stored inside shot out from his fingertips. A large number of arcs leaped among the enemies, killing a dozen priests and more than two hundred fish-man warriors in just a few seconds.

"Human! How dare you kill Sekora's servant!! A Sawa Fishman priest shouted angrily in the lingua franca. Her voice was very hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of her throat.

Henry let out a sneer, then pointed at the large number of enemies and asked, "Why don't I dare?" Now you are invading my city and killing my soldiers. Do you want me to make everyone put down their weapons and wait for death? You can't be in the water in your brain, right? ”

"Damn humans! How dare you laugh at me?! Soldiers, rush up and capture this mage alive, and I will sacrifice him to the great Sekora with my own hands! Annoyed, the priest waved his spear and ordered the fish-men soldiers to storm the Iron Throne door.

Seeing the large number of Sawa fishmen flocking here, Henry immediately knew that he couldn't hold it. He used his fastest speed to unleash the seventh-level magic "Storm Power". I saw a twisted thundercloud quickly form in the sky, followed by a catastrophic storm. The moon and stars in the sky were all obscured, and thunder rumbled everywhere.

As a huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky, a fish-man warrior was instantly electrocuted to the ground. Henry yelled at the overwhelmed human soldiers, "Don't run yet!" Do you want to die all here?! ”

The soldiers came to their senses, turned and ran towards the back wall, which had been opened. By the time they escaped from the Iron Throne compound, the storm was in full shape. Countless bolts of lightning fell from the clouds, killing a large number of Sawa fishmen. This magical storm successfully bought precious time for the retreat, and a large number of human soldiers quickly retreated to the castle of the original Flame Fist headquarters while the enemy did not dare to pursue.

The storm comes and goes faster. In less than a minute, the lightning bolt killed more than 200 Sawa fishmen who had not had time to escape. Henry fired another ball of light into the sky, and the pro who was rushing here quickly turned around and ran towards the castle of the second line of defense.

After everyone evacuated, the enemy quickly occupied the entire dock area. They kicked open the doors of each house, intending to find the people hidden inside and sacrifice them to Saikora, the god of the Sawa fishmen. But unfortunately, apart from some daily necessities and furniture, even the slightest value of the little bit was not found.

The fishmen found out that they had been tricked, and they began to wreak havoc in anger. Large swaths of wooden houses were demolished, and even large and small boats dragged into the dockyard were not spared. After venting enough, tens of thousands of Sawa fishmen flocked to the neighboring city, with the clear goal of completely destroying the Yiqiē resistance.

Looking at the enemies trailing from the streets, a grim smile appeared on Henry's face. He immediately ordered his soldiers to close the gates, while allowing the mages, warlocks, and druids to enter the designated casting positions. Priests and warriors were mixed up and ambushed behind the gates. The few rangers have already ascended the tower, waiting for the enemy to come into range.

A guy twice the size of the other Sawa fishfish slowly approached and shouted at the castle in lingua franca, "Listen to the humans inside!" I, the great ruler of the seabed, King Bakendis declares here. If you lay down your arms and surrender now, you will be spared death. ”

It's a pity that no one heeded its persuasion. Almost all the people who live along the coast know that the reputation of the Sawa Fish people is very poor, and that these guys often use their own people for living sacrifices. Seeing that the people in the castle did not respond, the fish-man who called himself King Buckendis showed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and slammed into the nearby tree, biting off a thigh-thick tree in one bite.

This action startled the people in the castle. Its teeth are already comparable to magic weapons, and I'm afraid steel armor won't do much to protect it. Henry glanced at the more than three thousand trembling soldiers and couldn't help but shake his head. Compared to those professionals who don't change their faces, their appearance is really terrible.

Several high-ranking priests of the Fishmen stood up and began to pray aloud, and after a minute, more than a dozen gates to the underworld opened on the ground. A tall skeleton in armor and armed with a giant sword crawled out of it. The priests then continued to pray, and the "Coordinated Defense", "Praise Art", "Blessing Technique", "Resistance to Fear", "Aid Technique", and "Superhuman Strength" were all blessed to the warriors one by one.

Seeing more than a dozen large skeletons, Henry couldn't help frowning. It's not because of how difficult these undead creatures are to deal with, but because there are so many priests above level twelve on the other side. You must know that ordinary priests cast the third-level magic skill of "manipulating dead corpses", and all they summoned were ordinary cannon fodder. Only priests above level 12 can summon huge skeletons that are born in armor and are large.

So many high-ranking priests were enough to threaten his life. After all, the Twelfth Priest already has a Level 6 Divine Skill, whether it is "Damage" or "Sorrow and Decay" (which causes the target creature's body to decay and shrink rapidly, and permanently reduces strength, agility, and constitution. If you take a hit, you will lose half your life even if you don't die. Especially the latter, he didn't want to be lowered again. (To be continued......)