Thousands of fish-people, divided into two strands, in the direction of the west and the east.

The leader of the team in the west is the chief of the fishmen, and the leader of the team in the east is the old shaman, each of them leads eleven fishman shamans, the target is the lair of the dragon and the plesiosaur, the menacing attitude, sharpened weapons, and the fanatical atmosphere all indicate that a war waged by the fishmen is coming.

In the vast army, in addition to those ordinary fishmen with rudimentary weapons and no protection, there is also a group of turtles, numbering almost a hundred, these turtles are usually used as a means of transportation for long-distance travel, but when all the fishmen are pouring out, they also join the army of fishmen as a kind of combat effectiveness.

Each of these turtles is the size of a car, with a hard back covered in a leather-like skin, fin-like limbs that allow them to move long distances through the sea, and fangs that can easily crush shells.

They usually feed on fish, shells, molluscs, arthropods, carrion, and plants, and also become the food of large sea beasts such as cangsaurus and plesiosaur, and they usually lay eggs on the beach by the sea in the dark night, and can lay more than 100 eggs at a time, but usually only have a 10% survival rate.

In the middle of the sea, the speed of movement is undoubtedly much faster than on land, and in three hours, the army led by the old Mai Shaman has reached the presiosaur habitat between the islands of Funen and Zealand.

The ice overhead, several meters thick, darkened the entire sea, but the dim water did not hinder the fish-people's vision, and they stopped more than five hundred meters from the plesiosaur's lair. And rearrange the formation on the spot.

The plesiosaur's nest was similar to that of the sealers, in that they placed their nests on top of a large reef that was exposed to the water and breathed air, which was good for the growth of the cubs, and the long and narrow burrows also helped the cubs hide from other predators, such as the giant dragons and aquatic dragons.

It was night, and the fifteen-member plesiosaur tribe had fallen silent, with only a petite female plesiosaur swimming clockwise around the reef, alerting the presence of other predators.

The Baltic Sea is not safe at night, and on the night when the moon is high, the beasts of the sea will come out of their hiding places to feed, using the flesh and blood of their prey to maintain the energy consumption of their own actions...... In such a situation, if the entire plesiosaur tribe falls asleep, then when the sun rises the next day, the entire cave becomes the site of a feast of predators, held with the flesh and blood of the slain plesiosaur.

It is precisely because the sea at night is more dangerous that the spirit of the female plesiosaur has been highly concentrated, not daring to have the slightest sloppiness, feeling the flow of the sea, collecting the smell of the sea, and listening to the sound brought by the sea.

At this moment, the little one, who was only ten meters long, suddenly stopped moving, she shook her slender neck, and looked in the direction of the east, the dark sea blocked her vision, but with the current drifting over, the unique smell of the fish man still aroused her vigilance.

Plesiosaurs usually feed on fish, arthropods, shellfish, and mollusks found in the sand, but when hungry, they also eat fish-people as a food, and although the flesh of the fish-people is difficult to eat, it fills the stomach and brings plenty of energy to the body.

A sharp cry came from the mouth of this petite female plesiosaur, spreading rapidly to all sides, if it was a male adult plesiosaur, under normal circumstances, even if it smelled the smell of the fishman, it would not be so panicked, but it was a timid female who was on guard today, and only the slightest wind and grass would indiscriminately call for her sleeping companions in the nest.

It was the luck of the plesiosaurs to avoid a sneak attack and to avoid being trapped in an urn in a nest by the fishmen to catch turtles.

This is the misfortune of the fishmen, a good raid has to turn into a head-on battle, and they will have to pay more costs and more casualties to deal with these plesiosaurs.

When the entire lair, all the plesiosaurs, including the underage ones, came out and put their ranks in order, the first wave of the fish-men was already close at hand, less than fifty meters away from them, and in the dull sound of ammonite shell horns, these fish-men were huddled together in a mess, and launched a charge without any formation to speak of.

The charging fishmen were reflected in the vertical pupils of the plesiosaurs.

The men who were charging were all old fishmen, their dark gray scales, thin bodies, and the most rudimentary blades sharpened from shells, making them even more vulnerable.

But the full number of three hundred still brought a certain amount of pressure to the plesiosaurs, and the picture in their eyes was completely occupied by these fishmen, and several cubs that were not yet minors were already screaming uneasily.

Suddenly, a plesiosaur with a length of about twenty-five meters at the head roared loudly and shouted the signal to charge, and under his leadership, the fourteen plesiosaurs behind him formed a cone-shaped formation, and he formed a cone-shaped tip and charged towards those fishmen.

Just before the chaotic group of elderly fishmen and the cone-shaped plesiosaurs were about to meet, a dark red light appeared on the fishmen.

The shamans behind the fish-man team began to release spells to support, and in an environment like the sea, where there is sea water everywhere, the power of magic will be greatly weakened, so this time the shamans released the magic of [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy].

[Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy] is a spell that can cause the target to have an effect similar to the berserker's berserker and the orc's rage, but even ordinary healthy fishmen will enter a long period of weakness after receiving this spell.

The situation will only get worse if the subjects are replaced by these old guys who are entering their twilight years, and it can be said that after receiving this magic, even if they do not die at the hands of the plesiosaur, they will die due to the wear and tear of the body and the overdraft of their vitality.

The irritable magic energy acted on these old fishmen, the rapid beating of the heart, the rapid flow of blood, so that some of the fishmen who could not bear this magic died violently, and the remaining ones were also in a state of overload, pieces of old scales fell from the body, revealing the pink and white skin below, and the sharp pain from all over the body made these fishmen scream unbearably.

Screaming in their mouths, but not slow at all, they took the short blades in both hands, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, and pounced on the plesiosaurs, ready to trade their own death for the plesiosaurs' hands.

This is a very typical crowd tactic, whether it is a jackal or a fishman, they are a race with strong reproductive ability, if you use a few years of weakened guys, to consume the enemy's physical strength, to create some wounds, it is a good deal.

The cones of plesiosaurs continued to move forward rapidly, and in the face of this group of crazy fishmen, they still remained calm, even the timid females and cubs, under the leadership of the largest leader, temporarily forgot their fears.

The huge pale blue arrows plunged straight into the ranks of the fishmen, their two webbed sides glowing with a cold blue glow, the kind of light that only a sharp weapon would have, and the effect was the same as that of a sharp weapon.

The approaching fish-men were easily cut in half, and streams of blood gushed out from the wounds and began to spread in the seawater, in the angry shouts, mixed with occasional screams, the elderly fishmen who were subjected to [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy] had no way to approach those plesiosaurs, and the water flow around the plesiosaurs also became sharper than knives, and even the blades made of shells turned into powder the moment they touched it, not to mention the flesh-and-blood elderly fishmen behind.

"Bump!"

The plesiosaur team that pierced through the entire array of the elderly fish-man team did not suffer any damage except for the scarlet water formed by the high-speed movement on the outside layer, and they continued to charge towards the fishmen behind them unabated!

"Don't rush at them!!"

"Don't be afraid of death, the last thing we fishmen are afraid of is death!"

There are not many fishmen, but there are many people, one dies and there are two, two dies and four, and when the other party is tired from the long time of killing, that is also when victory comes to the fishmen.

The old shaman called out loudly, and behind him were the other eleven shamans assigned to him, the eldest of whom was only middle-aged, and looked very young overall.

As one of the spellcasters, these fish-man shamans were not surprised that the first array was easily broken by the enemy, their faces remained calm, and they took out the magic materials that had been prepared from their waist pockets and began to prepare for the next magic.

Obviously, these shamans have all experienced the battle with Jutland, and it is not the first time that they have participated in such a brutal battle, and those who can successfully survive that battle can be regarded as experienced.

Located in the second sequence of the old fishmen, there is a group of young and young fishmen, and their weapons are slightly better than their predecessors, spears sharpened from stone and sea beast bones, such weapons are enough for them to pierce the skin of ordinary sea beasts, and with the sheer superiority in numbers, they will surprise the oncoming plesiosaurs with death.

As they had usually trained, they were huddled together, their spears not sharp in the direction in which the plesiosaurs were charging, their faces nervous and slightly fearful, and their weapons clenched in their hands, hoping that they would give them the courage to defeat their enemies.

Although they don't have a lot of experience fighting enemies, their rudimentary weapons and strong physique still give them more powerful fighting power than those old fishmen.

The plesiosaurs had already arrived in front of them, and in an instant, the current of water that wrapped the body of the plesiosaur shattered the first contact of the fish-man into pieces of blood and flesh, but the spears made of bones and stones, the sturdy material allowed them to penetrate the water and hit the plesiosaur's body.

Unfortunately, these spears only barely broke through the outermost layer of water, and their sharpness was not enough to support their defenses to break through the plesiosaur's skin, the skin with slime was very smooth, and most of the spears slashed through the side.

The water wrapped in the outer layer was broken, which meant that the charge of these plesiosaurs was contained, and the slowed down dinosaurs were surrounded by layers of fishmen, up and down, left and right, front and back, dense fishmen surrounded them, without a single dead end.

In order to curb the plesiosaur's charge, half of the fishmen of the second camp were also killed, and the mutilated remains of their companions floated in the sea, and the strong smell of blood constantly stimulated the senses of these surviving fishmen, making them involuntarily fall into madness.

One after another, they rushed towards the plesiosaur, using spears, claws, and teeth to tear apart the big guy in front of them, and farther away, those old fishmen who had suffered heavy losses were also rushing towards this side, leaving only a hundred or so old fishmen, under the effect of [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], shouting chaotic slogans in their mouths, and joining the battle group with scarlet eyes.

They were more crazy and fearless than the young fishmen, and even if they were only half of their bodies, they had to open their fanged mouths and bite their enemies.

Like a beach flooded by the sea, the plesiosaurs were no longer visible in the distance, only the faint roar of rage from the crowd of fish indicated that the plesiosaurs were still alive, still dying.

"The big picture is decided. ”

"Go ahead and get rid of those guys. ”

The last array, an array of a thousand adult fishmen, headed for the battlefield, while eleven shamans were still preparing their magic, and eleven totem poles inserted deep into the seabed showed that the powerful magic was about to be completed.

Compared to those dragons with multiple legends, it is much easier to deal with only one legendary plesiosaur tribe, and with the presence of the legendary spellcaster Old Shaman, the fishman army here is only two thousand people, and only half of them can be called qualified warriors.

However, it seems that even the last 1,000 meters of qualified fish-man warriors do not need to join the battle, and these plesiosaurs will be beaten to death by the first two phalanxes.