Sharp arrows and harpoons are intertwined, magic and magic fly together.

York's head tilted to the side, and a harpoon flew past his ear, the stem of the harpoon grazing the skin of his ear.

The most commonly used weapon of the fish-man who lives in the sea all year round is the harpoon, which can be pierced near and thrown from afar, and is the most important production tool and weapon of the fish-man. This harpoon is in the hands of the fish-man soldiers, and it is as easy to pierce the elf as it is to pierce the fish.

In order to last long in the sea, the tip of the harpoon is forged from a special metal that is not only corrosion-resistant, but also very hard.

York raised his shield and pulled away a harpoon that flew towards his chest. He then picked up the harpoon that had fallen to the ground, and threw it hard at a particularly tall fish-man.

Fishmen who can withstand the pressure of deep water are very tall and strong, and they can be seen everywhere in height. As a result, their bodies have a high level of defense, and bows and arrows that used to be able to shoot through the flesh and skin of demonic beasts are often caught in their muscles, unable to hurt their internal organs.

But that's enough.

The tall fish-man knocked off the harpoon that had been shot at his neck with his weapon, but he didn't expect an arrow to fly after him.

The fish-man turned sideways, and the arrow aimed at his neck hit him in the shoulder.

The fish-man stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow that pierced only half an arrow into his shoulder, but he suddenly felt a numbness in his body, his eyes blackened, and he didn't know anything.

"Solved. York breathed a sigh of relief, as the harpoon thrown by the fish-man had pierced the magic shield and seriously injured two elven militiamen.

If it weren't for the fact that the elves believed in the god of life and had a huge advantage in healing techniques, the two seriously injured would not have been able to see the moon tonight.

After jumping off the stone wall, York casually changed his helmet with the militia passing by, and then looked at the quiver hanging from his right waist, and found that there were not many poisoned arrows inside.

When he reappeared on another stone wall, he found several fish-man mages gathered, searching for something on the stone wall.

York knew they were looking for themselves, and if he hadn't changed his outfit and changed places after every poisoned arrow he shot to eliminate an important target, he would have been blown to pieces by these fish-man mages by now.

So, like the villagers next to him, he kept shooting arrows at the fishmen who were brandishing heavy weapons and ready to smash the gates.

After being recalled from Avalon at the end of last year, he underwent a month of training and was sent to the village with his partner Kent to command and train the militia.

This area has been developed for many years, and the residents used to farm and feed their livestock. Because the surrounding demonic beasts have long been wiped out, the residents who have been comfortable for many years have not yet been able to adapt to the sudden war.

As early as a few days ago, Kent received the news that the patrols of several surrounding villages had been attacked one after another and finally wiped out, and immediately realized that the fish people were planning a conspiracy against their village.

Kent immediately sent a messenger for help, but it is not known if the messenger has delivered the letter to the city.

Once again, the fish-men who had raided the gate and the surrounding walls retreated after throwing down a few corpses, and Kent was frowning at the edge of the gate.

The village is not large, the adult elves are only in their fifties, and there are many children.

At this time, there were nearly three hundred fish-man troops outside the village, and they were constantly using wheel warfare to unhurriedly consume the village's defenses.

Kent couldn't figure it out, this village was surrounded by many mountains and little flat land, and it was not a place rich in natural resources, nor was it a strategic place, why did those salted fish come to attack here.

He took advantage of the gap between the fish-men preparing for their next attack to go through the nearby terrain in his head, and he suddenly had a spirit, and then remembered a place.

A few kilometers north of the village, the main road from the city passes through a small but reed-covered wetland that is a good place for the fish-people to ambush.

The words "encirclement and reinforcement" suddenly appeared in Kent's mind.

Now that the two sides have just officially started the war, it is time to need a beautiful battle to boost their own morale and blow the morale of the enemy.

For reinforcements, Kent couldn't help them, and he could only hope that the scouts of the reinforcements would be clever enough to spot the enemy's ambush in time.

Kent was right, and at this moment, in the reed field, which was about the size of six football fields, there were nearly a thousand elite soldiers of the Orms Praetorian Guard.

They had been in ambush here for days, just waiting for reinforcements from the villages ahead to pass by.

In order to fight this ambush well, the fishmen even sent a regular army disguised as a raider to act as bait, in order to mislead the elves that there are so many fishmen here, and they will be gone after being wiped out.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a man and a horse rode to the edge of the reed field.

Charles Lerma stopped, carefully observing the terrain ahead.

It is a wetland surrounded by hills, and the road winds along the south bank of the wetland, and on the south side of the road is a woodless hill with reeds more than three meters high.

In the stories that Charles often read in his previous life, such a place is a good battlefield for ambushing devils.

Henry and the others came up from behind, and after muttering a few words to them, Charles began to draw his bow and arrows, and then shot three rounds into the reeds.

There was no special sound coming from the reeds, only the sound of the south wind whirring around.

Charles nodded at Henry, then rode forward on his own.

The fish-man commander who was ambushed in the reeds breathed a sigh of relief, seeing if the elven scouts hadn't found out, it was not in vain that his face was black, and he happened to be stabbed with an arrow in his gluteus maximus.

Suddenly, he noticed that the little scout, who had no ears, seemed to be looking at him, and although he couldn't see the scout's expression under his mask, he could tell from the exposed mouth that he seemed to be smiling at himself.

"It's been discovered!" the commander was shocked.

He tried to give the order to his men to kill the scouts first, but he found that he couldn't control his body.

He could only watch as the little scout raised a long sword, and then rode his horse as he set fire to the reeds in the upper wind with a pillar of fire from the sword.

Charles didn't expect this fire to burn the fishmen in the reeds who were proficient in water magic, he just needed to force the fishmen out of the reeds, and these fishmen had their own large army to clean up.

Without the cover of the reeds, Charles didn't think they could cause too much trouble to the elite men under Elizabeth now.

The Fish-Man Praetorian Guards in ambush saw the fire in front of them, and thought it was a routine fire reconnaissance by the scouts. Anyway, the fires didn't have much effect on themselves, and the smoke from the fires could cover themselves.

They didn't know that Charles, who had been riding his horse and setting fire to it, had been reflecting on why he hadn't found an ambush in the previous battle, and then he tried to enhance his hearing, only to hear a large breathing in the reeds.

Charles, who had set the fire and ran, did not look back to see how the fire was, he left the fish-men in the reeds to the large army, and then rode alone to the besieged village ahead.