It's Naga. The flames on the hapless bastard, who had been burned by the flameball, had been extinguished, but he had been completely incapacitated and crushed under the collapsed house.

Surprisingly, the Nagas did not flee in the direction of the coast, but formed a defensive formation, with the male Naga warrior in front and the female Kraken mage behind, waiting in the direction of the attacker.

It has to be said that this was the right choice, because on the vast sandy beach with no shelter, no one could outrun Diego's musket bullets.

Before Diego opened fire, Lieutenant Timon Siclark had already led his squad to rush forward. He didn't know how powerful Diego's musket was, but he saw the magic light flickering in the hands of the two Naga mages.

"Stick it up, interrupt them!" That was the only thought in his mind at that moment. In fact, this is also the first reaction of most warriors when they encounter the caster's enemy.

He held his shield in front of him and charged quickly, then heard the sound of the halberd of the Naga warrior on the left piercing the shield, and also felt the huge impact from the shield, while the spear stabbed by the Naga warrior on the right was held aside by him with his long sword. Like a wild boar squeezing into the bushes, he passed between the two Naga warriors alive and came to the two Naga Sirens who were casting spells. And when the angry Naga warrior tried to pursue him, he was entangled by other human warriors who rushed up.

Lieutenant Clark stepped up and slammed into the Naga Siren on the left with a ferocious shield strike, and with a scream, the mage's spell casting was interrupted, and the interrupted spell backlash caused her blood to spurt and she staggered to the ground.

When the successful lieutenant turned to face the other Kraken, he was horrified to find that the Naga mage had finished casting the spell, and a huge water elemental stood between him and the Kraken.

"Oops!" He said in his heart, because everyone knows how terrible it is for a mage to have their hands free and have plenty of time. He leaned sideways, trying to walk past the water elemental, but a large, translucent hand the size of a fan stopped him.

What's even more desperate is that with a crisp sound like an ice edge breaking, a circle of ultra-low temperature frozen gas centered on the water element blasted towards the surroundings. Visible to the naked eye, his feet were frozen to the ground by a huge mass of ice.

For a long time, the hand-to-hand combat ability of the water element was not outstanding among all kinds of elemental creatures, but most of the mages who were good at frost spells chose this summoning spell as their compulsory course, and it was its field-controlling ability that they fancied. Combined with the mage's own Frost Nova spell, the mage is always able to keep enough distance from enemies who try to attack him. This allows Frost Mages to boldly rain down powerful blizzards on the heads of large groups of enemies without fear of taking the slightest damage.

Just as Lieutenant Clark was helpless, a flash of bullet flew over the heads of the scuffling crowd and hit the water elemental in the head with a gunshot.

Unlike other elemental creatures, the water elemental does not have a fatal weakness, and its elemental core is always moving with the flow of the liquid that makes up the body, making it difficult to hit by enemies. But Diego's bullet is not only the impact of kinetic energy, but also the power of the Holy Light contained in the bullet is also part of its immense power.

As if it had been greatly harmed, the water elemental let out a roar of pain and turned to look in Diego's direction. At the tip of the right arm, which was formed by the condensation of liquid, a hard ice crystal was quickly condensed, and then the owner of the arm smashed it towards Diego with force.

Diego dodged the head-sized crystal with a nimble dodge, and then pulled the trigger again.

The water elemental let out another roar of pain, the power of the holy light within the bullet and the frost power that shaped his liquid body violently clashed and consumed, and every time it was hit by a bullet, it could feel its life force draining rapidly.

Finally, when the third bullet hit it, the massive elemental creature could no longer hold on, and the remaining frost magic in its body could no longer sustain its liquid body. After a violent tremble, the elemental water scattered to the ground with a thud, bursting in all directions, and soon seeping into the sand, and Lieutenant Clark on the side was even drenched in the cold.

At the moment when the lieutenant realized that he had regained his freedom, he immediately raised his shield and looked at the Naga Siren, who was originally hiding behind the water elemental, but it was already too late, a sharp shard of cold ice was shining with a cold cold light on the kraken's fingertips, and she was also waiting for the moment when the water elemental fell!

For a moment, Lieutenant Clark felt his heart colder than the ice shards in his hand. But just as his heart was sinking into despair, a behemoth screamed and rushed from a distance, knocking the Naga Master in two!

After losing the caster's support, the battle quickly ended at a one-sided rate. In addition to the three male Naga, who were beaten and dying, the Naga Siren that Lieutenant Clark had initially defeated was also lucky to survive. However, the Naga who was knocked over by the giant bear was completely dead, and no one could survive such a violent impact.

With four serpentine creatures in tow, they set out on their way back to Minethil Harbor.

In order to keep the tongues alive and return to Minethil Harbor, the chaplains treated them, but the treatment was deliberately controlled to keep them alive and not to give them the strength to resist.

They retreated along the seashore, and although the mudflats were equally muddy, they were better than the swamps, where the water and weeds were overgrown, the streams were everywhere, and the silt was knee-deep. The blue-cheeked men who came to their senses followed them for four or five nautical miles, but no one dared to rush up and snatch their master back. In fact, the fishmen don't seem to have any intention of doing so, and this perfunctory "pursuit" is more like a pretense to deal with the harsh criticism of the next wave of emissaries that may come.

It wasn't until late in the evening that they returned to the harbor exhausted. The trek through the mud was far more tiring than the battle with the Fishmen, and Diego had Huffman bring the Storm Whip back to the Deepwater Inn, while he and Lieutenant Timon Siclark took the captives to the Central Citadel. At Diego's request, a priest came with them.

Captain Stoffy greeted them outside the castle gates.

"It looks like this battle is going to be very tough." Looking at the mud on their bodies, the dwarven captain said sympathetically.

"Not at all, it's just too tiring to walk, I swear, I've never walked such a difficult road, not even in the muddy swamp!" Diego said angrily.

"But at least the harvest is good!" Lieutenant Clark said with a smile, beckoning his men to hand over the four Naga to the dwarves behind Captain Stouffy. It was a couple of guys in butcher's aprons, and the leather aprons were stained with black-brown blood.

"They used to train at Ravenhold Manor, and they are good among thieves." Probably noticing Diego's surprised look, Stoffey explained, "Of course, he's also a good at torture!" ”

"Well, there is no one for the evil Naga. Right," Diego spread his hands, and he turned his head to look at his pastor, "You go in too, nothing else, but don't let these hard-earned creatures be killed by them until I get all the confessions I need to know!" 2k reading network