Outside the bay, more than a dozen fishing boats rode the tide of the rising tide and rushed to the mouth of the bay at high speed. It was so fast that the few scouts that the Greyscale Naga had placed on the periphery barely had time to react.

All the elite warriors were transferred into the bay, and the few Naga and fishmen who remained outside the bay were defeated by Duke's magic before they could even react.

The fishermen undaunted the fishing boat to the mouth of the bay, swept the whole boat sideways with the tide, quickly pulled the plug from the bottom of the cabin with a long rope, and let a large amount of seawater pour into the boat frantically, and at the same time found the opportunity to jump into the sea and quickly swim back to the receiving boat where Makaro was.

The whole process was done in one go, and almost before the fierce Greyscale Naga Brigade came to their senses, everything was done.

When more than a dozen ships had packed the mouth of the bay, which was not wide, Duke stood on top of the cabin of the largest ship and made the proclamation that he was trying to force himself.

"I heard that you can farm monsters here?"

At first, the Greyscale Naga and the fishmen who belong to them don't know what that means. In their opinion, it is simply ridiculous to block their retreat by plugging the mouth of the bay with a few broken ships.

But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Level 2 Spell [Dazon's Quenching Prison]!

Low-level spells also depend on who is using them. If it was Duke before, then it would not be an exaggeration to squeeze him into a man N times.

The current Duke is an earth mage with a perfect [Arcane Circuit]!

Duke shouted, "Ha-"

A terrifying cold aura instantly exploded from around him. It was very difficult to simply freeze the moving seawater, and Duke took a trick and used the wreck as a framework. The sea water that turns into ice is stuck by the shipwreck, and in turn becomes the dependence of other ice cubes in disguise.

The ice was layered on top of each other, and the entire huge ice dam was almost completed by lightning and flint.

In the blink of an eye, Naga and the fishmen saw that Duke was already standing proudly on the summit of a cold throne more than three meters above the water, looking down on the gray-scaled Naga and the fishmen who were tossing in the bay with calm eyes.

In the next moment, the iconic 108 mage hands appeared in the void.

At this moment, Duke is so imposing, dazzling as if he is an ice god who has fallen from the sky.

Near the mouth of the bay, there was a male Naga who wanted to attack Duke, but his entire lower body was covered in ice, and he let out a low wail, and his three arms that could still move were desperately slapping the ice.

"Noise!" Duke raised his eyebrows, and a mage's hand in the void suddenly turned into a gesture of extending his index finger, and a powerful arcane missile shot through the mouth of the male Naga with unmistakable accuracy, piercing the back of the head, and splattering a cluster of bloody arrows. Naga let out the last whimper of her life, her tall, majestic body swaying, and then crashing backwards onto the ice.

On the battlefield, there was silence for a while.

Seeing this scene, all the beings seem to have forgotten time and all the existence of the outside world around them at this moment.

Macaro and the other mercenaries and fishermen subconsciously stopped their movements, and the air they breathed in their noses seemed to have a certain fierce, hot and legendary taste, except for the salty smell of the sea and the cold of the ice wind.

Are all mages so strong?

Or is it only Lord Duke Marcus who is so strong?

Although everyone's eyes on the ship fell on the overly young figure, Macaro did not forget the circumstances of the moment—he stepped forward, just in time to block the view between the dazed helmsman and Duke.

He drew his short knife and slashed in the opposite direction, and ordered in a deep voice: "What are you doing in a daze, turn around immediately, we will wait for your Excellency's triumph." The loss of a fisherman is an attempt to bring shame on your prestige?"

The subordinates suddenly woke up, quickly turned the rudder, and Yang Fan left.

In the bay, the fighting that had been stalled for a long time was renewed.

Just like the old blind man and the fishspear, the fishmen under the command of the gray-scaled Naga immediately collapsed after seeing the hands of so many mages in Duke.

Crying, shouting, and making all sorts of strange screams of unknown meaning, thousands of fish-men were just a mess in the bay.

"Oh oh (in the name of the powerful sea god hundred hands death god to get the name of the magnified, attack!)" The old blind man and the fish spear and his subordinates immediately launched a counterattack, chopping melons and vegetables, and the fishmen of the gray-scaled Naga were chopping and croaking.

It's messed up, it's all messed up!

Even if the Greyscale Naga theoretically had the upper hand in terms of high-end force, the female Greyscale Naga priest knew that if Duke subdued all the fishmen under her command, then hundreds of Naga would also be wiped out here. She had the strongest male Naga warriors continue to besiege Vala, and she herself led her men to charge towards the mouth of the bay.

Duke must be killed and a breach must be opened.

As long as you get rid of Duke, the last resort of the Angry Scale Naga, then everything will be back on track.

Looking at the Naga who rushed up, Duke sneered.

"Hey, System Elf, what is the evaluation result of the plan I proposed with you last time to shoot an Arcane Missile at the same time with the Mage's Hand?"

With the system elf, it is equivalent to automatically having the super magic specialty of multiple spellcasting, and the difference is only in the power.

"After checking the host's arcane circuit, it is recommended that the host fire no more than 80 arcane missiles per hit. ”

Arcane missiles in the world of Azeroth are slightly different, and due to the small power of a single arcane missile, they are generally fired three times at the same time, in a zigzag pattern, as a guarantee of lethality.

Therefore, one hit is three shots.

"80 hits? That's fine, down to 36 hits. ”

A large number of mage's hands, spread out in the shape of wings behind Duke's back. Duke raised his right hand and swung it down forcefully.

As if hearing the commander's order, the mage's hand in the void flipped his wrist at the same time, firing a salvo of 100 rounds. Radiating a fist-sized arcane energy, the intense lethal energy expanded, and the resulting blue-purple light strongly stimulated the eyes of the Nagas.

Every 36 mage hands are a wave, and the three rounds of mage hands seem to be firing endlessly.

Without deliberately aiming, Duke poured down the Naga with an arcane missile barrage.

Naga scales, like pieces of iron, are effective at defending against physical attacks, but they are clearly unable to withstand Duke's arcane missiles. The arcane missile that has been polarized visually resembles a magic spear with a long handle, tearing Nagas' bodies apart to pieces.

Dozens of heavy and sharp tridents were shattered, and more than a hundred majestic bodies were pierced, if most of the blood floating in the bay just now was the blood of the fishmen, then now there is a new member in this huge blood pool - the blood of the Grey Naga!