The mage who flickered to Mochi's side couldn't believe his eyes.

He was amazed to see the fish-man first summon a pitch-black book out of thin air, and then after he pulled a card from the codex, the black book turned into a wisp of black smoke and drifted into its hand.

The mage thinks that he has been studying spells for many years, and he has also studied with some archmages, and he has seen many mages summon books in their hands like taking things out of the air. But he had never seen such a strange method as this fish-man.

He felt vaguely uneasy and wanted to stay away from the fish-man, but he was channeling the skill yet, and now it seemed even more dangerous to interrupt the channeling.

……

Mochi grabbed the cards between his index and middle fingers, and as he jumped forward, he flew out of his fingertips, and he shouted, "Come out!" Big black speaker! ”

【Big Black Speaker】

Quality: Normal

Type: Minion

Energy Crystal Cost: 1 Energy Crystal

Cooldown: 24 hours.

Warcry: Absolute Force Field.

Battle Cry Description: During the black speaker playing music, it summons twenty square dance aunts who can sing and dance, and generates an absolute force field near the aunt, through which all life forms cannot pass.

……

A dark and quaint wooden box appeared in the center of the square.

At the same time, twenty statue-like motionless aunts also appeared around the wooden speakers.

Heaven and earth suddenly filled with a murderous atmosphere.

The real square dance is all about these eight words - aggression is like fire, immobility is like a mountain. When it should be soft and light, it is never stiff and slow. When it's time to stop abruptly, don't drag the mud and water.

The mages were stunned.

The mages and elemental minions in front of Moqi also stopped the spell guidance, and stared blankly at the twenty women who suddenly appeared, and Moqi took the opportunity to slip out of Ambermere's gate.

"Mass teleportation?" Prin Finga questioned the aunts who were standing in front of her, "Who are you?" Why stop us? ”

The aunts didn't speak, and still maintained their respective shapes, or beautiful people grooming, or looking back and smiling, or shyly bowing their heads. A true square dancer is all about these eight words – dedication and dedication.

A young mage didn't speak when he saw that the comers were coming, and took a step towards the circle formed by the aunts: "Don't speak? Trouble opening it! ”

Knock –

A dull drum beat sounded.

All the aunts turned their heads towards the young mage.

The young mage was startled by the sudden projection of his gaze.

Knock Knock –

All the aunts took a step forward to themselves.

The young mage swallowed.

Knock knock - knock knock -

The aunt changed her hand shape and footsteps, and put on a posture of appearance.

The mages found their wands drenched in sweat.

Knock Knock - Knock Knock - Knock Knock -

As the drums became more and more intensive, the aunts gradually stepped into their own smooth dance steps.

Knock knock

"The end of the vast world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green mountains"

With the sound of singing, the aunts gently put their left hand behind their ears, and placed their right hands in front of their bodies in the shape of an orchid palm, and their left and right shoulders shook rhythmically while maintaining their shape...... For Mo Qi, whose body is extremely uncoordinated, making the movement of the upper body is already the limit, but the aunt can keep the upper body shaking at the same time, and continue to walk forward with broken steps, and the circular team of twenty people opens up to the surroundings like a flower blooming.

How have the mages who have been influenced by the classical culture of the ancient kingdom for many years have seen this kind of posture? Many young mages and apprentices who did not cultivate enough were shocked by the dance of the aunts on the spot.

In fact, not only dance, but also dance music has caused great mental damage to them. Rao is the people of the Celestial Empire who have gone through the vicissitudes of life, and he has also personally experienced the evolution of the Divine Comedy for many years, so he has the resistance he has today. From this, you can imagine how a group of Dalaran mages would feel when they suddenly faced the most widespread agricultural heavy metal in the Celestial Empire.

"Ahhhh A classical mage was the first to raise his staff, and the flames of the staff's tip erupted like anger in his heart.

Seeing this, the other mages also attacked the dancing crowd.

But...... The mage's attacks were in vain.

It sank into the [Absolute Force Field] of the aunts, and it didn't even stir up the slightest ripple.

The sound of the spell whistling out was quickly drowned out by the rousing song.

As it turned out, no one could take away the use of the square from this group of old ladies who could sing and dance, and this time would be no exception.

It seems to be a square dance to strengthen the body and pass the time, but in fact, it is about eight words-

"All beings are equal, and we are the only ones."

On the distant earth, the industrious and brave people of the Celestial Empire have long understood this truth. Faced with the inviolable field of square dance, the way they live in harmony with it is to take a detour.

After two rounds of intense magical attacks, Purin Finga also realizes the crux of the problem!

"Stop! Stop attacking! All flash out of the gate and continue the pursuit of the fish-man! Prin-Finga shouted.

All the mages stopped their attacks, and after a flash of light, the mages appeared outside the wall in purple shapes.

Mo Qi, who thought that it was all over, saw that the mages were chasing after him again, and accelerated his pace again.

"Mr. Mochi, over here!"

Next to the abandoned barn, Anvena waved her arm at Mochi.

"I've got the holy scriptures! Return to the castle now! ”

Mochi shouted breathlessly.

When the fishmen heard Moqi's words, they also ran wildly behind Moqi.

In the midst of a dense forest canyon, the Fish-Man and the Ambermere Mage begin a chase. Fortunately, the mages spend a lot of time reading books and studying magic, so they don't spend much time on physical training, and they can use their long legs to bite the fish-people team tightly at first.

But after a long time, these pampered mages were no match for these wild fishmen at all. In addition to fishing for clams and eating clams, their biggest interest activity is to run aimlessly on the beach, which invisibly exercises their leg muscles.

And the fishman instructor Wu Luer relied on his strong physique, with his left hand to pick up Anvina, who was the slowest runner, and with his right hand to pick up Moqi, who had exhausted his physical strength, and he could run fast with both of them in his arms at the same time.

Anwena had never been so close to the opposite sex other than her father, and she felt her heart beat faster when she smelled the fishy smell of a male on Mochi's body......

Driven by fireballs and ice arrows, the fishmen ran wildly until they reached the end of the canyon - on the shores of Lake Lordamere.

Watching the fish people jump into the water and swim across the lake at a very alarming speed, Prin Finga ordered again: "Prepare to flash to the other side of the lake!" ”

"Wait, you see a lot of fish-people on the other side!" The mage of Prin Finga pointed to the other side of the lake.

Prinn-Finga looked up and saw that there were countless fish-people walking out of the woods on the shore of the lake, and it didn't seem like a good choice to flash the past.

"What's going on? Isn't Fenris Island an island occupied by werewolves, and why are there so many fishmen? Prin Finga asked, frowning.

"Look! The castle tower seems to be a fish-man too! ”

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could there be a fish-man in Fenris Castle? Purin-Finga reprimanded his apprentice, and then looked further away—

On the castle wall, surrounded by pine trees, there are also dense fishmen.

"What the hell is going on?" Prin Finga suddenly felt that his brain was a little insufficient. First he was robbed of the Holy Book by the Fishmen, and then he saw that the Fishmen had taken over Fenris Island.

"Prinn-Finga!" A familiar shout interrupted Prin Finca's train of thought.

"Elena, how did you get here?" Seeing that his wife also chased after him, Prin Finga felt a little headache.

"You haven't explained it to me yet! Of course I'll have to chase after me! Elena said with a sense of urgency.

"Elena, it's not now—be careful!"

Prin Finga was about to tell Elena that now was not the time to say this, when she saw a pitch-black and cold cannon aimed at where they were on the other side of the lake.

Prin Finga pushed his wife away, and with all her strength she pulled open a shield in front of her.

Boom –

After a loud bang, Prin-Finga fell to his knees, blood still on the corner of his mouth. The power of the cannon was so great that Prin-Finga felt like her guts were cracked. If it weren't for the mages around him who also cast protective spells on him, Prinn-Fingar would have died a long time ago.

The embarrassed Prin-Finga barely supported himself in the sand with trembling arms, and the tinnitus caused by the explosion prevented him from hearing his wife's cries.

He glanced up at the other side of the lake.

The black fish-men were also watching him, and the cannon with the muzzle still smoking was parked next to the fish-men. Prin Finga didn't understand how the fish-men could suddenly use the Horde's cannons, and even more so the fish-men's cold eyes and expressions of hatred. (Actually, it's to protect the water slide that is still under construction.) ）

Those eyes should belong to aggressive dwarves, fierce orcs, and brutal ogres, but they should never belong to fishmen.

Prin Finga gasped, despering to see three more cannons being pushed out by the fishmen, and four pitch-black muzzles aimed at the mages around him at the same time. Prin-Finga knew that if four cannons were fired at the same time, they would never survive. He could also see in the fish-man's eyes that the shot just now was just a warning, and if he insisted on chasing it any further, they would kill the killer.

These are white fishmen in lake-blue cloaks, elderly fishmen on crutches, ugly scars on their faces, and giant fishmen with strong builds, and the real leader of these fishmen is a guy wearing a nightcap and children's pajamas.

Prin Finga knew the fish-man, he was the one who stole the Holy Scriptures, and from the way the other fish-men looked at him, Prin-Finga could be sure that this fish-man was the leader of thousands of people on the opposite island.

The fish-man slowly walked in front of all the fish-men, pointing to the ground with his index finger and then to himself with his thumb - the fish-man told Prin Finga and his fellow mages that "this island is ours".

The nightcap-clad fishman then pointed at Prin Finga and his fellow mage with his fingertips, then at the shore of the lake beneath his feet, and finally with the tips of his thumb slid across his neck.

The meaning of these gestures could not be more obvious -

If you dare to set foot on this island, there is only one end, and that is,

Die!

Prin Finga never thought that he would one day compromise with the Fishmen, but that day in the face of so many fierce Fishmen, Purin Finga finally chose to back down.

With his wife's support, he limped back into the jungle.

Before she had time to feel the grief of losing the Codex, Elena kept saying in his ear, "Thank you, Purin. I finally understand that you still love me. ”

Prin-Finga, who wanted to cry without tears, lost Ambermir on that day, but in exchange for the eternal gratitude and trust of his wife Elena, who can say the blessing and misfortune of this?