87_87643 rounds of heaviness. Mixed with the salty taste of seawater and the newly added blood, it is like a paste, and you can almost get tired of your lungs when you take a sip of it. And as the two ships drifted aimlessly, the rot and fishy smell mixed with the strong musty smell like a miasma gradually became more distinct, and I don't know how there was such a smell at sea, it was like the dead fish of the whole world were buried in this sea area to ferment, and the smell emitted was unbearable for any creature with a normal sense of smell.

This is not the right place for a life-and-death struggle that requires a lot of breathing, and it requires amazing willpower and extraordinary skill. The reason the sailors had survived so far was almost entirely due to Chloe's alone, the female swordsman, who moved freely on the deck, and the flashing black weapons came and went, but none of them could hit her tall figure. Chloe, on the other hand, only needs to attack, and Ciric's followers are either injured or retreat, she jumps around, and she can take on most of the enemy's attacks on her own, and she should not have done her best to see how easily she copes. The sailors of the Dodo were now basically huddled in a corner of the deck, and a few better at the periphery such as Rohr resisted and supported for a while.

Morriel stood beside the wheel, warily confronting the priests of the Shirek aboard the Hermit Crab. She didn't make a rash move, nor did she recklessly apply all the protection to herself, as long as she could resist the sudden cold arrows, after all, the opponent was numerous, even if the level of disarming magic they cast was relatively low, it was difficult to interfere with the connection between Moriel and the magic net, but in case someone was lucky enough to really disrupt the normal operation of the spell and cause Moriel's defense system to collapse. It's going to be tricky.

So for a while, the hardest and most desperate attack on the Shirek was the mad Shadow Wolf - until he was stopped by the rhizoid Orlando. Orlando's long sword hung on his waist, and he didn't even pull it out, and in the schizophrenic mind of the shadow wolf, he seemed to realize that this was an extremely dangerous enemy, and the two swords came out together, and in an instant, it had turned into a little cold light that enveloped Orlando's body, and even his figure could not be seen clearly under the combination of reality and reality.

This qiē came to an abrupt end as Orlando took a step forward.

Orlando narrowly avoided the Shadow Wolf's thrust and slipped into his arms, the dagger already sinking into the Shadow Wolf's right rib. The shadow wolf pressed his mouth wide open and stuck to Orlando, as if all his strength had been drained. Pressed down by Orlando's throat and kneeling on the ground, forced to look up at Orlando, who was looking down at him, the dagger that was deep into his lungs greedily sucked his blood and life, making it harder and harder for him to breathe, and the blood foam choked on the air on his trachea, mouth and nose, and stubbornly blocked there. The near-death pain rendered Chloe's mental control ineffective, and the Shadow Wolf wrenched Orlando's hand that was getting tighter and tighter around her neck, her eyes revealing a final pleading. Hoping that his boss would let him go—Orlando was answered, pulling out a dagger and stabbing him through the ear.

All three enemies surrounding Chloe fell backwards at the same time. One had half of his head chopped off, the other had a big hole in his chest, and his breastplate was almost cut in half, and the luckiest one retreated, and the long sword in his hand was broken in two. The female swordsman drove the three of them back with a single sword, clearing an open space around her to find traces of Orlando, not to avenge the shadow wolf. It was the killer who had the power to threaten her—but Orlando only appeared in her field of vision for a moment, and when the swordswoman cleared the surrounding garbage, she couldn't find him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Chloe dodges a double-edged axe that slashes at her. Backhanded, he stabbed the sword through the Dark Guardian's waist, the blade sinking into his demonic armor as if it were slicing through tofu, but it jumped backwards before it could draw. A black arm silently pierced from under the Dark Guard's armpit, and the tip of the dagger slashed a faint afterimage in the air, and Chloe might have been stabbed if she hadn't given up her sword. The Dark Guardian falls on his back. There was no one behind him, as if that arm was just an illusion. Chloe stood on the side of the ship empty-handed, her expression solemn for the first time.

Morrill also noted Orlando. But he couldn't be found either. This isn't something that can be achieved by invisibility alone, as it's hard to find any illusion that can hide from Moriel's eyes these days - there's no doubt that Orlando is a supernatural killer who uses shadows to hide!

With more magical protection flashing through the spell Moriel, and more terrifying attack spells poised to strike, there was no longer room for action. Sure enough, Morriel felt that his connection with the magic net was being disturbed, and it was constantly vibrating, it seemed that the priests of Ciric had been prepared for a long time, and at the same time cast a dissolving spell on her, hoping to penetrate Moryl's magic resistance and destroy her protection.

But the worst didn't happen, and the casters couldn't just rely on luck. A priest of Shirek rushed towards Morrill in the chaos, blessed with many spells, as swift as a cheetah, without a weapon, but his lofty hands shimmered with a pitch-black sheen—the black light of the "killing technique" that could drain life.

Morrill unhurriedly put on a gray-black glove. A huge magical palm instantly appeared between her and the priest who pounced, blocking the priest's attack, no matter how he moved, he couldn't dodge the translucent giant hand approaching Moriel, until Moriel chanted another spell, and the clear syllables blurted out, turning into a flying flash of silver blades and stabbing into the priest's chest.

The magic hand jerked its position, blocking Morriel's side, an empty direction. The mage immediately turned her head to look there, just in time to see Orlando leap out of the shadows under the half-cut mast, trying to sneak up on Morriel, but the clutch of the talisman didn't care how good Orlando's stealth skills were, and there were no enemies it couldn't spot—this was the first time Morrill knew about it. Chloe rushed at the same time, and the rapier she had snatched from nowhere was still burning with Ciric's rune burning on it. Orlando couldn't dodge and engaged Chloe head-on, erupting in a series of barely audible sword strikes before finally getting out of Chloe's threat at the cost of a beating, and blocked with one of his men.

By the time the Croats moved away, he was gone again.

"No farmer!" Chloe said disapprovingly.

Do you have to let it go?" Morriel hesitated. Powerful and dazzling magical energy began to flicker in her palms, and deadly spells that could cover the entire ship were ready. All it takes is a single thought to send it out. But doing so would undoubtedly do more damage to the two ships, and it was likely to sink their foothold in the sea—Moriel wasn't unprepared for flying, but how long could she hold out? What was this place? Without Forty-Seven by her side, she didn't have the confidence to cross the half-stormed ocean back to land. And what about the sailors of the Dodo? Although she knew that she was not obligated to think about these people, she ...... Since leaving Argus with Forty-Seven, her heart seems to have softened.

Also, how is Forty-Seven now? The fierce battle made her ignore this problem for a while, leaving this guy alone to face the evil water elemental princess......

The sudden shock caused Morriel to stumble, and the prepared spells almost dissipated.

The Dodo leaned slightly to a halt. Murky waves rose under the hull. Stranded?

Rolge opened his enemy's sword and snorted. He suddenly looked as if he was distracted, and the next attack was blocked by the second officer.

"Rohr!" the second mate called out to him.

The warning did not summon Rohr, but instead caused him to break away from the sailor's circle of defenses and run towards the side of the ship.

"Rohr!" the sea elves still fell on deaf ears.

Chloe sneaked up on the warrior who was intending to sneak up on the Rolle and pulled him by the hand: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Rohr looked out into the sea—the Dodo and the Hermit Crab seemed to be stranded on a large shoal, and their foul-smelling bubbles were bubbling and bursting around the ship, as if they were boiling a pot.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Chloe was a little impatient.

Rohr looked back. The face turned blue. He yelled at both warring sides, "Shark Fishman!"

Even Simon, who had been hiding on the Hermit Crab and had not participated in the battle, heard the out-of-tune roar. Damn, it can't be that coincidental, right?

More and more waterline ripples appeared on the foggy sea, one after the other, and finally there was no way out.

Morrill casts his true gaze into the sea, piercing illusions and obstacles, and is taken aback.

The entire sea area was filled with tangled, dark green disgusting limbs! She had no idea that so many fishmen would have gathered here when they were fighting!

When the quantity of anything reaches a certain level, it will have an overwhelming deterrent effect.

Morrill looked around, then pointed in one direction and shouted, "Retreat over there!"

Many people haven't understood the taste, and most of them are Ciric. They even wanted to attack Morriel, who was already floating.

Morrill left them alone, these idiots have their own Chloe cuisine - interestingly, although Morrill has been thinking about being alone lately. But she never lacked a meat shield by her side.

As Moriel flew to the surface, the water boiled abruptly.

Countless green monsters emerge from the sea, as if the entire ocean had been brought to life. The noise of the drums was deafening, and they grinned as if they were wielding human weapons from shipwrecked ships. Most of them were rusted, and many more were empty-handed, but the sharp claws on those forest-like limbs alone were enough to dissipate large swaths of the mist.

It's a hellish sight. The stench and noise of thousands of fish-people can almost crush these fragile humans. Simon ran out of the cab stunned - what is this for?

A spear was thrown at Moriel, deflected lightly by her protective force field, and stabbed into the head of a fish-man. It burst into black and red blood and fell in response.

This immediately triggered an army of fishmen who were about to move. They pushed each other on top of each other and rushed forward like a huge wave.

Morrill opened his hand in mid-air, and released a brilliant rainbow - this light had indescribable beauty and sparkle, and the dazzling seven-colored light staggered and sparkled, and spread all the way to the distance, and a few sailors who reacted slowly and stupidly looked directly at the light immediately saw a white and extremely bright light, and nothing could be seen.

Unparalleled beauty and deadly murder, Moriel's colorful rays are more than just beautiful and dazzling. The red, orange, and yellow rays contain the energy of flame, strong acid, and lightning, respectively, each stronger than the other. The shark-like fish-men shrouded in red light wailed in pain, emitting a burning smell all over their bodies, and the fish-men who came into contact with the orange or yellow light were even more miserable, the orange light burrowed into their skin with terrible acid, burning all the way to the bone, and even burying them in the water could not alleviate the intensity of the attack of the carrion and bones, and the thunder and lightning caused by the yellow light spread mercilessly through the sea, causing many fish-men to convulse and fall, splashing a large area of water.

Other colors are not as directly powerful, but perhaps even more lethal. The strange green energy is almost the same color as the fish-man's skin, and the fish-man who is hit by the green light has no external injuries. But they all twisted and struggled, and the desperate agitation of their necks was like a fish out of water, and as if they had sucked in some deadly poison to squirt it out, and Yan zhòng quickly threw himself into the shallow water and did not move, and after the bleak blue light, a fish-man could not see anything for a moment except because of the sudden strong light guide zhì which suited the eyes of the dark seabed, and it waved its claws to move on, but knocked down its companion - its companion did not react. For it had become a stone statue that had sunk into the mud, and it was not the only one that had such a fate, and the blue light had made many of the fish-men stand in place stupidly, not knowing where to go or what to do, unresponsive to the angry nudging of their dizzy companions, and the deep purple ripples were silent, but it skimmed the ground leaving a brief gap, and perhaps a little more quickly dissolved into the sea

Eventually, some of the fish-men had vanished forever, and the hapless more colored glow struck the Fishmen. Fate speaks for itself.

As a mage, Morriel is only truly showing her terrifying strength at this moment. The rainbow light sprayed a heavy blow to the fish-man in front of her, and she could even say that a relatively safe area was temporarily cleared.

"Follow me!" Chloe disembarked. Together with Rohr, he beckoned the sailors to run with Moriel. On the other side, the swarming sharks are unstoppable, often four or five sharks knock down a human and bite, and more even pounce on them and stretch out their claws to get a piece of the pie......

In the chaos, a black light flashed out of thin air, and the fish-man's body cracked in a circle. Rain-like black blood splattered, outlining a vague human figure in the air.

Orlando slashed down several shark-like fishmen who lunged at him with a black sword, and Simon came out of nowhere and followed them with a cloud of smoke. No one cares about him - now is not the time to pursue the contradictions among the people.

Morriel watched the shark-like fishmen gather in all directions, and it was a disgusting spectacle. She then cast a Seal of Dread, and with her spells and gestures, a huge, twisted, hellish aura of magic symbols took shape unhindered in the bustling crowd of shark-like fish, the fishmen had no idea what Morriel was doing, they were now attracted by the sailors who had broken through the water, how could these weak land creatures dare to defile their territory, how could they not tear them to pieces and swallow them quickly?

The Seal of Dread was touched the moment it was formed—not at all, because Moriel had drawn it on the bodies of the frenzied fishmen, and it would have been triggered at the same time as it was finished.

The fish crowd shook violently in a radius of dozens of feet centered on the Fa Yin, and an invisible shock wave seemed to erupt. It was the involuntary trembling of the fish people's bodies, the trembling from the depths of their souls, the strong magical energy that soaked the fish people's bodies unstoppably, just as they sucked the salty cold sea water in, allowing the oxygen in it to flow down the blood throughout the body, and the overwhelming terror directly penetrated the brains of the shark fishmen, no matter what the vision they saw in their dull black eyes, it made them frightened inexplicably. The crowd of fish suddenly stirred, and the frightened fishmen frantically flapped their tail fins and ran away, and the sewage splashed everywhere, causing a lot of chaos in their dense ranks, and the other shark-like fishmen had to work hard even if they wanted to bypass or defeat these frightened panicked kinds, and the desperate attack made it much easier for the sailors who were desperately charging forward, Chloe was invincible, leading them to run to the higher ground. As for what place it was, whether it was an island or another ruined nest of shark-like fish-men piled up haphazardly on the sea, who cares now?

Ciric's cultists followed them, not to chase the sailors, but to break through in the lighter pressure direction that Morriel had opened. Orlando had even made it to the front of the line to fight alongside Chloe, and all that could be found in front of the web of death they had woven was blood and minced flesh.

"Don't stay behind me. Chloe suddenly deliberately let a fish-man stab her spear.

Orlando swung his sword in his right hand to cut off the spear, and with his left hand he fed the dagger under its frog-like agitation, and then slashed downward, disemboweling it. He stared at Chloe coldly and said nothing.

The fragile human alliance retreated to the mist-shrouded heights, and now it was the summoned Abyss Demon who was in charge of the break-the priests of Shirek didn't care about anything now, and now that the surrounding area was full of fishmen, the chances of the demons coming to attack them were much smaller, so let these stinky fishmen deal with the same stinking demons, they couldn't accompany them.

Chloe kicked a fish-man down, jumped onto the sharp reef, and whistled as she looked down.

"Thousands, ten thousands, don't they control their reproductive instincts?"

Morrill was still wary of the Cirek, especially gloomy Orlando, though they were now fighting alongside the sailors - oh, and that Simon.

"I've almost exhausted the spells I've prepared. ”

The situation is not good. If it were dozens or hundreds of fishmen, Moriel might have been enough to defeat them with just a few high-level spells he had just cast, but now ...... The endless sea, the countless shark-turned fishmen, not counting the Shirek cultists who just beat you to the death, are really a complete trouble.

"I guess you're not going to use a spell like 'any door' to leave me alone, are you?" Chloe asked seriously, but in a light-hearted tone.

"If it was on land, I would definitely do it. The effectiveness of the flying spell has expired, and Moriel is now hiding on the sidelines, and Chloe is considerate enough to help her clear out all the fishmen who are too close, but these green-skinned sea monsters show no signs of retreating, and retreat is not their style.

The situation is becoming more and more tense. You can also use an iridescent wall...... Moriel thought, but how long could this withstand the fish? Suddenly Moriel raised his head and listened, and a hint of joy unconsciously appeared on his face. From the depths of the fog came the sound of a giant creature flapping its wings and approaching—and with a thunderstorm-like roar