The swamp fishmen suffered heavy casualties in the sneak attack, and the Ionians, who had been enslaved for more than ten years, also fled, which caused the swamp fishman chief to lose his mind in anger, and he rushed towards the hill with the strongest warrior in the tribe.

Rhine frowned, the aura on the body of the fish-man chief made him feel a trace of danger, this is the breath of a strong man, it is not a strange thing to have a legendary, even epic fish-man lord in a swamp fish-man tribe of hundreds of thousands of people.

Ionia's soldiers were very vulnerable in front of these powerful fish-man warriors, and they could not stop the charging speed of this group of swamp fishmen, and Han Ning had to join the battle again.

Only this time, Han Ning was facing the swamp fishman chieftain.

"Boom." There was a burst of sparks from the distance collision between the greatsword and the trident in his hand, accompanied by the piercing sound of metal clashing.

In a single blow, a storm of magical energy erupted between the two of them.

After learning the magic and fighting spirit here, Han Ning has always suppressed his strength at the peak of this world, and it can be said that he is not afraid in the face of epic powerhouses, and this first temptation, Han Ning has already found out that the strength of the Fishman Chief is only in the previous stage of the epic warrior.

The chaotic sound of fighting echoed in the air, and the foul smell of the sewage swamp still lingered on the tip of the nose, making people extremely uncomfortable, in the confrontation, Han Ning decided to take the initiative to attack, he teleported to the side of the swamp fishman chieftain, and the big sword slashed down from top to bottom.

Obviously not expecting that Han Ning was still a magician, the swamp fishman chief hurriedly raised the trident rung, but because he didn't have time to charge up in a hurry, he was directly knocked out by Han Ning.

Seeing that the chief was in danger, seven or eight fish-man warriors immediately rushed towards Han Ning, and Han Ning waved his big sword. A sword bolt attached to the blade of the sword, directly slashing the attacking fishman in half.

Instantly killing the fishman who blocked him, Han Ning didn't give the fishman chief time to react, and another teleportation came to the fishman chieftain and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

At this moment, a gray light suddenly appeared at Han Ning's feet. Han Ning's feet fell like falling stones, and the ground under his feet was as soft as silt.

The same happened to the Ionian warriors, who screamed in horror, but could not stop their bodies from sinking.

Han Ning was shocked in his heart, this was the earth magic of the swamp fishmen, he teleported to break free from the trap, but then another trap came, and Han Ning didn't have time to fight with the swamp fishman leader. He constantly shuttles back and forth among the trapped warriors, rescuing them from the trap.

But there were more and more traps, and Han Ning quickly felt powerless, and at this time, the swamp fishman chief showed a cruel expression, but his expression quickly turned to surprise.

At this time, the big sword in Han Ning's hand was replaced by a magic staff, and patches of cold mist shrouded the land under the battlefield, and the already wet swampy land quickly condensed into ice, and a thick layer of ice covered the surface.

The magic of the swamp fishmen can only work on the land. But there is nothing to be done about the ice above.

At this time, Han Ning chanted a strange incantation again, and those already dead fish-man warriors slowly stood up. With a blue flame flashing in his eyes, he picked up a trident and rushed towards his own kind, and some of the fishmen fell in a pool of blood by surprise, but like a plague, the slain fishmen quickly stood up again.

"Necromancy." The swamp fishman chief looked at Han Ning who was standing on the top of the hill chanting incantations in disbelief, and chanted as the incantations followed. The area covered by necromantic magic is getting bigger and bigger, and the fishmen who die in the distance continue to become puppet warriors and join the battle.

Looking at Han Ning, as well as the same kind of people who were constantly resurrecting and turning into enemies, the fish-man chief felt fear, those slaves were not worth the price they had to pay. It was no longer worth continuing to pay the price, and after glancing at Han Ning with hatred, the fish-man chief gave the order to retreat.

At this time, Han Ning stopped summoning, the undead magic child is not recognized as magic on the mainland, although in Ionia people don't care about this, but it is better to use it less.

"Lord of the city, the enemy has withdrawn." Rhine also pinched a handful of sweat, with excitement on his face.

The blue and white fish-man army receded like a tide, the air was filled with the smell of blood, Han Ning secretly exhaled, he didn't have time to cheer, and said to everyone, "Retreat immediately." ”

Rhine put away his excited smile and immediately took the rescued Ionians towards Ionia, this time the battle soldiers also suffered some casualties, but none of them were abandoned, they helped each other to leave.

After everyone left, Han Ning put away the magic effect, and in an instant, thousands of dead fish-man necromantic warriors fell down again because they lost their magic control, becoming a corpse.

Han Ning frowned slightly, fortunately the fish people chose to retreat at this time, otherwise they would definitely have to pay a heavy price.

It didn't take long for Han Ning's army to make peace with the Ionians in the city, and the 300,000 enslaved Ionians had winding a long distance along the thorny road leading to Ionia.

The soldiers were responsible for protecting the safety of the entire tribe, and the whole team moved in an orderly manner, at the front of the team, Han Ning saw the soldiers who had been reunited with their families, and when they saw Han Ning coming back, they showed grateful eyes, this city lord who could personally cover the retreat of his subordinates, he admired from the bottom of his heart.

It was already night when they returned to Ionia, and Han Ning's victorious return finally made the hearts of the soldiers defending the city finally fall, and the entire city lord was instantly surrounded by joy, and after ten years, they finally returned to their homeland.

"Clansmen, this is our city lord Han Ning, if it weren't for him, we would still be living under the enslavement of the swamp fishmen, pay tribute to our new city lord!"

Rhine stood beside all the officials of Ionia City, and he raised a glass to Han Ning together.

"Salute to the Castle Lord." The people cheered.

Han Ning laughed, Ionia was completely in his hands after these two incidents, his heart was joyful, at this time he had a little bit of the city lord's achievement, he raised his hand to let everyone be exempted, and only said in a short four words: "Welcome home!" ”

The eyes of the Ionians were moist, and nothing warmed them more than these four words, the warmth of a wanderer who had escaped from the sea of misery and returned to his warm homeland, and some women even cried out loud.

The Rhine is also moist in his eyes, and the population of Ionia was only 200,000 in the past, but now it has recovered to 500,000, and with the addition of goblins, it can be said that there are 1 million.

Although this number is not very large, it is also a sight that has never been seen before in the history of Ionia. (To be continued.) )