Windsor looked at him with a heartfelt disbelief that Diego would have bet that if someone suddenly jumped out and said that the Chinese men's football team had won the World Cup, he would definitely have this expression himself.

As almost everyone knows, in Azeroth, the Fishmen are hostile to all other races, and will attack the first race they spot, targeting anything from humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and bears to gnomes, goblins, naga, and even Dakale trolls. There's a reason for this, they've been instilled with too much hatred for surface creatures when they used to inhabit the waves.

However, it has also been pointed out that these contradictions are caused by poor communication between languages, and that the fish-people themselves are not unjustifiably hostile to everyone, and that there must be some kind of misunderstanding in between. But this is hard to prove, because Fishman is almost the most difficult language in the world to learn.

"Purr......" Fishman always says.

Their language seems to have only one pronunciation, but it is difficult for humans to distinguish the meaning of the rise or fall or length of the syllable guò like a fish-man.

"I didn't say you needed the permission of the fish people to help this!" Diego said with a mysterious smile.

Looking at his sinister smile, Wendthor suddenly felt sorry for the fish-people, these poor scaly creatures were probably going to be out of luck.

Diego drove the Kodomon two steps forward, then roughly checked its belly strap and bridle, "Come on, let's do the big deal!" ”

He drew his rifle and fired at the scrambling cavalry in the distance. The bright flame of the muzzle of the gun was like a light in the night. Exposed their position.

The pursuers, who were searching around, blew up their nests at once, and had just been holding back the fire by the brook, and were now on the shore of an open lake. Isn't it their turn to vent?

The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground burst into flames, and the pursuers rushed towards this side.

"Come with me!" Diego shouted under his breath, flicking the reins of the Kodomon and taking the lead, oh no, it was the beast that rushed towards the fish-man village.

Kodomon ran wildly on the shore of the lake, looking like an oversized boar. The Fish-Man's hut is not even shoulder-high. These loose huts are crushed by its big horns and big feet. Not much stronger than a pile of straw. Before the fishmen could understand what had happened, the Kodomon had carved out a wide passage through the fish-man's village, topped with blades of grass and seaweed. Walked away. The two war horses followed closely behind it, like a bonifish following behind the giant shark, calm and relaxed.

The fish people almost collapsed. It's completely nothing to sit at home. Woe to the rhythm of heaven. However, even more desperately, just before they could sort out whether they should be angry or sad, they heard the thunderous roar of horses' hooves on the ground. As far as they could see, a line of blackened cavalry was rolling towards them like a raging tide.

The fish people made the choice at the first moment, and they ran in panic, but more often than not, they ran towards the lake – only below the surface that they could feel safe.

However, the reality was much more brutal than they imagined, after the cavalry had leveled the fish-man village. He didn't stop, but continued to sprint towards the lake.

"Is this going to be wiped out?" Almost all fish-people in their hearts. I can't help but think of this.

It was said to be a lake, but to be honest, the water in this lake was very shallow, and the deepest part was only the height of a fishman, and the cavalry waded through the water, but the entanglement of silt and aquatic weeds made them not go fast.

When most of the group reached the deepest part of the lake, they suddenly heard a soft "pop" sound, as if a big fish had jumped out of the lake, stirring the already rippling water. They jerked their heads and saw a cavalryman flailing his arms in a panic to try to keep his balance, but he didn't succeed and instead screamed and fell into the water.

The soldiers did not care, because the lake here is not deep, and even if they stand in the water, it is only to the depth of their chest. However, the soldier who had fallen into the water did not stand up, and under the gaze of everyone, the lake swelled violently, as if a large fish had been stabbed by a harpoon was writhing violently, stirring up waves from the place where he fell into the water to spread outward, and then a few bubbles rose to the surface of the water, and then calmed down. The dark clouds slowly drifted in from afar, and the last rays of moonlight were also obscured by the clouds.

The soldiers were horrified. As they watched, the filthy waters of the lake glowed green, motionless, like a sticky arm of a demon reaching out of the abyss. Some soldiers did not hesitate to speed up their horses, but the bottom of the lake was not flat, there were many potholes and depressions, and in some places it was overgrown with snake-like aquatic plants. Many people shudder at the thought of the horror that lies beneath the water's surface.

"Dismount, dismount!" There were officers shouting loudly in the dark, but with a gunshot, the shouting disappeared.

In the darkness, no one knew if the officer was still alive, but most of the cavalry, out of military instinct, faithfully carried out his orders. Many grabbed the reins of their horses and jumped off.

They drew their swords, shields, and axes from the saddle and stared beneath the water. But the night was so dark that they couldn't see anything clearly.

Just around them, in the water, just out of sight, many big, slippery fish were swimming around.

"Someone's moving my feet!" One of the horsemen shouted in terror as he stabbed his sword into the water, sensing that he had stabbed something, but the fishmen's slippery scales prevented them from the attack, and he wanted to do it again, but more fishmen swam over, and they worked together to grab him by the ankle and throw him off balance. Although the fighting power of the fish people can only be regarded as scum on the shore, in the water, there is their home field, and those who often fish can understand how tossed a big fish can be when it is in the water.

The human screamed and poured into the water, but the filthy water soon poured into his mouth, making him unable to speak. He struggled in the water, but many hands reached out from the darkness and covered his face. The hands were cold, covered with slippery slime, and he could feel the slime slowly gliding in his nostrils and mouth, and choking them up. Now, even if he rushes out of the water, he can't breathe.

He fell to the bottom of the lake in this desperate darkness, and after a minute or two, he was completely unconscious, and it probably wouldn't be long before he was completely covered by the silt at the bottom of the lake, and eventually rotted into a part of it.

At this time, the tragic experience of this soldier was not the only one. This was the scene everywhere on this wide expanse, many soldiers were overturned in the water, and the cavalry armor that had always protected them from harm became mortal accomplices, and more than one soldier was unable to get up again because of the heavy armor, and was drowned in the shallow water, barely reaching to the chest.

The horses, which had lost their owners, jumped out of the waterhole, and they were so frightened that they ran rampant, their eyes bloodshot and their manes disheveled.

Almost everyone realized that the last order of the life given by the officer who had been shot was wrong, but he was clearly out of charge for it.

The only good thing is that not all of them rushed into the lake, and at least half of the cavalry remained on the shore, and they were arranged to cross the water in the second group, and luckily escaped this fate.

The surface of the lake was stirring violently, and it looked like a muddy pond. But there were fewer and fewer humans still standing, and some of the fishmen began to leak their heads out of the shallower water, shouting "purr" as if to provoke the cavalry on the shore.

"Throw the spear and prepare!" A cold voice commanded loudly. No one questioned this order, as if by coincidence, almost all the cavalry raised their infantry short spears in their hands.

"Put!" The voice shouted.

In an instant, the spears rained down, and immediately there were many more wooden poles in the pool, which looked like lotus stems that had lost their leaves, but these stalks were deadly, and the fishmen who had been crucified in the mud struggled desperately, but to no avail, and the gurgling blood came out of the water, and as the waves spread, the whole surface of the lake was dark red.

The human soldiers who were still standing in the water had finally fallen, their spears also pierced, but they looked very calm - they had died with their enemies, avenging their dead comrades, and perhaps there was no better outcome for them. (To be continued......)