In the sky, the clouds were as black as ink, as if they were about to be pressed down, and there was a scene of impending rainstorm between heaven and earth.

Under the inky sea of clouds, the waves were surging, and a huge shark broke through the waves, and on the head of the shark stood a one-eyed fishman with a black blindfold, the fishman was holding a spear, and it was followed by a phalanx of fishmen riding copper-backed snapping turtles, like an army.

At the back are a dozen or so Kemos giant tortoises with shells 20 meters in diameter, with trebuchets and other siege equipment fixed on their backs, as well as trolls and gnolls that cannot swim, and the whole team rises and falls with the waves.

Compared to the rough sea, there was not so much movement under the sea, and the four white dragons swam leisurely in the sea, followed by their 500 fish-man dependents.

This is the family foundation that the white dragons have accumulated in the past few years, and it is impossible for the dependents to transform without limit, after all, the scales shed by the white dragons are also limited, and there are also some dependents who are more powerful in transformation.

The marching procession arrives at its destination.

The four-headed white dragon gradually emerged from the sea, and a lightning bolt streaked across the gloomy sky in the distance, and the torrential rain arrived as scheduled.

Boom Boom!

After a few seconds, the rumbling thunder reached the ears of the fishmen.

The torrential rain fell on the heads of the elite fishmen, half of whom were exposed to the sea, and the fishmen ignored them and followed their owners on their way.

On the beach, the fishmen turned over and dismounted, leaving some of the fishmen to guard the Kemos giant turtles and siege engines that could not go ashore, and the army continued to march ashore and gather on land.

They will launch a raid to smash the gnoll villages on the outskirts of the ogre clan.

Amos also thought about smashing the Yellow Dragon directly, but to deal with the outer walls of the Ogre Clan, siege equipment must be used, and the transportation conditions of the huge and fragile siege equipment are very harsh.

The ogre tribe is located in the center of the island, surrounded by a ring of forest, and there is no passage for the siege equipment to pass through directly, in order to prevent the siege equipment from being harassed by the gnolls on the periphery, Amos decided to kill them first and advance steadily.

The island is huge, and in addition to the ogre tribe, there are four gnoll villages, which are the food supply base of the ogre clan, and the savage gnolls have been forced into farmers and herders under the oppression of even more savage ogres.

Except for the forest in the center of the island, they cut down all the trees on the outskirts of the island and reclaimed them into farmland or pastures.

Amos pointed to the map and said to the dragon brothers and sisters.

"Felicia, the three of you are each in charge of a village. ”

Although the strength of the four-headed white dragon was not enough to run to the ogre tribe to open the Wushuang, it was more than enough to deal with the gnoll villages on the periphery.

"Yes, sir. ”

No matter how much trouble is made in private, when doing business, Brother Long and Sister Long will still give Amos face.

"Old Blind, old Jimmy, let me see how you're growing. ”

The two responded in unison, "Yes, master." ”

The army marched on.

The fishmen's target village is located in a hollow of the mountain, which usually blocks the view of the gnolls from the sea breeze.

By the time the gnolls spotted the fish-man army, the village was already besieged.

Although the village of the jackals is said to be a village, there is not a single decent house, and the leaky mud houses that have been in disrepair for a long time are considered the best buildings, and they are more of a miscellaneous animal leather, with shelters made of wood, and most of the leather has been damp and moldy, and exudes a rancid smell.

The road, which had been muddy from the torrential rain, mixed with the gnoll excrement, turned into black mud that stuck to the claws of the gnoll in a panic.

Blocked by the fish-men, the gnolls also reacted, and they took farm tools and charged at the fish-men under the leadership of five ogres stationed in the village.

"Tide hunter, prepare for a long-range strike. ”

Fish-man tide hunters guide trained copper-backed snapping turtles in three neat rows, with their heads raised upwards at an angle.

"Launch!"

The snapping turtles, who shared the hearts of the tide hunters, spewed out a stream of water arrows at the same time, and one by one the water arrows slashed across the parabola and shot at the enemy a hundred meters away.

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

After three rounds of water arrows, the enemy fell by nearly half and finally rushed twenty meters in front of the fish-man team.

At this time, five trolls with a head taller than the ogre stood up and rushed towards the enemy with the fishmen, the ogre had rough skin and thick flesh and good magic resistance, and only suffered a slight injury from the three rounds of water arrows, and under the stimulation of pain, the ogre went crazy, and his combat effectiveness increased instead of decreasing.

Both sides are heavyweight, large, humanoid creatures that meet on the battlefield and beckon each other with their hideous maces.

The huge size brings great strength, and both sides are blurred with flesh and blood when a stick is down, but the creature of trolls, more than its powerful strength, is more known for its regenerative ability against the sky, even if it is cut off, it can grow a new one.

The trolls quickly recovered to their original abilities, while the ogres did not have this ability, and the ogres who lost their minds were quickly killed by the trolls in exchange for injuries.

The gnolls who fought with the fishmen were also quickly dealt with, and they were either killed or laid down their arms and surrendered.

This was an unequal battle, and the fishmen brought by Amos were all elite fishmen with a career level of at least level 3, and they were well-equipped, making it difficult to deal with a group of skinny gnolls farmers.

At this moment, an extraordinarily tall troll took a knife from his waist, cut off the head of the strongest ogre, and walked quickly through the fish-man phalanx, and walked up to Amos, kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, and holding the ogre's head high above his head in both hands.

It is an ancient ritual - the skull sacrifice, in which the most powerful warriors of the first battle are presented to their noblest beings after the victory of the first battle.

Lightning danced like a twisted silver serpent across the inky clouds, and the world lit up.

Amos took the ogre's head under the fervent gaze of the fishmen, gnolls, and trolls, and raised one claw in the air to explode in the midst of a deafening roar of thunder.

"We will crush the enemy!"

"Amos!"

"Amos!"

"Amos!"

A group of dependents raised their weapons and chanted the name of the White Dragon Lord fanatically.

It took half a ring before it stopped.

"Hogg Riverclaw!"

A strong gnoll in your ranks, the leader of your own gnolls, knelt on one knee before the White Dragon Lord.

"I'll leave these gnolls to you. ”

"It is my pleasure to serve you!

The gnoll bent down and kissed the ground that the White Dragon Lord had stepped on, then turned and walked towards the captured gnoll.

"Keep going!"

ps: I think writing about the Gnoll and not writing about Hogg feels like something is missing, my virgin hangs.