Chapter 690: A Trip to the Swamp (19)

People who have never been to a swamp will probably have some way to take it for granted, the simplest is to find a way with a stick, or prepare a plank or something, in short, try not to get stuck in it.

But that's just the basics.

If too much effort is put into how to walk smoothly, even small threats can become big threats.

For example, walking on flat ground, we don't care too much about poisonous insects and poisonous snakes, in this environment it becomes very troublesome, and sometimes it is even no less than low-level magical beasts.

The natural way to deal with these small troubles is to work together in a team, but this creates a paradox - it is relatively safer to walk alone, and it is easier to get stuck in the quagmire when there are more people......

In order to solve these troubles, adventurers have come up with many solutions, and some have made strange but useful props.

Speaking of which, these experiences are not very useful to me, but they are the experiences that countless adventurers have summed up with their lives, and even if they are just casually listened to, it is valuable to leave an impression.

I can't help but be a little cranky—

The more wasteful method of energy is elemental vision, which I discovered by accident, although the water element is everywhere in the swampy area, there is still a difference between the water element and the earth element, and the place where the earth element is rich is naturally solid ground, so the way to find the way is more wasteful than the flight of the magician.

Of course, there is a more wasteful way, which is wasted to the point of luxury - to build a road directly out of earth elements.

But these thoughts only flashed through my mind, and I did not communicate with them or discuss them with Leo, but only as a little pastime in the process of boring travel.

Although I have exterminated a tribe of fish-people, and I have had a good impression of this subhuman race before, I honestly don't know enough about this race.

Leo was busy, so I had to ask these men.

Even though they were all subordinates, I still treated them as ordinary companions, and although I also felt that I should show my majesty appropriately and make them fearful, it was also a bit difficult for me.

Of course, I don't know if they think so, but at least when I ask questions, they are very careful and serious.

"Fish-people, also called fish demons in some places, this race is actually a marine race, living in inland lakes, rivers or swamps belongs to the marginal race, higher than them is naturally mermaids, mermaids are also called mermaids, the relationship between mermaids and mermaids, how to say, a bit like kobolds and werewolves," Vincent started the plot introduction but also quite a bit of Leo's style, he looked at the kobold and Gillian carefully, and found that neither of them cared too much before continuing to talk reassuringly," However, the relationship between the mermaid and the mermaid is more complicated, because the reproduction ability of the mermaid is quite amazing, and the mermaid is relatively much weaker, and the population gap between the two sides is a bit large, so some of the merfolk are not very subject to the jurisdiction of the mermaid, and the merfolk in the swamp are even more savage, and some have never even seen a mermaid, so they are even more fierce. ”

"But I've heard that fishermen on the seashore are more difficult to deal with," said the kobold, "and I've been to the East Coast before, and I do feel that way." ”

"The fish-people on the seaside are more likely to awaken," Vincent said, "and a considerable part of their skills in using elemental energy come from merfolk, and there are many skills that work on the group, so in actual combat, the fish-people on the seaside will also be stronger." ”

"I've killed at least fifty fish-people since I came here, and I haven't really studied this race properly," Shadowless Gillette said, "but what does this have to do with mutant fishmen?" ”

"Isn't that obvious?" The Horned Goatman said, "There are a lot of mutant fishmen that have appeared recently, is it possible that the merfolk are making trouble behind their backs?" For example, the other day I sent that away? ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "If there are other underground waterways, I guess this is possible...... But I'm going to find more underground waterways, so it's not something we can solve, right? ”

Vincent said, "I think we should go back and report to the Adventurers' Guild, but before that we should go back and block the underground drains inside the Green Mist Ruins?" ”

They all looked at me with inquiring eyes, and I said, "I really should do it, but I wonder what kind of conspiracy or motive there is behind the mermaid doing this?" ”

A few people suddenly lost their minds, and I said, "Then continue the investigation, by the way, can the fish people communicate?" They don't seem to have a complete language, do they? ”

"Their language is very similar to that of children who have just learned to speak, except for those strong people who lead the entire tribe, the rest of them are estimated to not even be able to speak completely." "Actually, most of the subhuman races are like that. ”

"Your Excellency Bijon has druid skills, so it's not a problem to keep up with the wild ** stream," Vincent said, "Let's take a fish-man captive and try it!" ”

Shadowless Gillette said, "Leave it to me!" With that, he took the lead and ran out.

This job is indeed the most suitable for him, because his stature is about the same as that of the fish-man, the fish-man has a violent and savage personality, but he is not stupid, and he knows how to dodge when he sees a creature taller than himself, or gather more of his own people to besiege the enemy, so, as a weasel, his stature is similar to that of a dwarf who is shorter than a dwarf, and a single fish-man has the courage to attack when he sees him.

I showed him the way: "There is a large dead tree in front of you, and from the reeds below there is a one not too far from the herd, and with my footsteps it should be fifteen hundred paces." ”

Shadowless Gillette responded to the call, and after taking more than a thousand steps, he directly activated his invisibility.

It wasn't long before he brought back a fish-man captive.

The fish-man captives were tied up sturdily, but they were still struggling, their bodies oozing wet slime soaking the ropes, and emitting a disgusting fishy smell, a large mouth gagged, and a "purring" sound in their throats.

Seeing a group of us gathered around, the fish-man's round eyes clearly revealed a strong fear, but the fear did not make him quieter, but made him struggle even more.

"Freeze!" Vincent covered his nose and pulled out his wand and pointed at the fish-man.

The fish-man suddenly stopped moving.

This is a type of zero-level magic, that is, the clever use of mental power, which immobilizes small creatures and keeps them absolutely quiet, which is often used when doing magic experiments.

The fish-man suddenly fell silent, but despite this, the smell of the fish-man was so smoky that everyone didn't want to get close.

In fact, we are already very familiar with this smell, but when facing a large group of fishmen, although the taste is strong, we can't care about it so much, and we will evacuate as soon as possible after the elimination, and we will not be so disgusting if we don't observe it up close as we do now.

Vincent condensed another water ball, barely cleaning the fish-man and dissipating the flavor a lot.

Next, Shadowless Gillette uncovered the animal skin that had blocked the fishman's mouth, and the mouth full of sharp teeth began to open and close frantically, and the teeth collided and "clicked".

"Shut up!" Vincent took on the role of interrogator, threatening in a low voice, "Filthy fish-man, be quiet if you don't want to die!" ”

The fish-man's mouth still opened and closed uncontrollably, and Shadowless Gillette plugged the rag back, and the fish-man bit the rag so hard that a pair of eyes swelled as if they were about to jump out of their sockets......

Vincent's face was a little ugly, and it was clear that he was trying to show it in front of me, but he failed miserably.

I took out the black copper wooden hammer and tapped it lightly on the fishman's head, and at the same time used the druid skill, and the fishman was honest.

Shadowless Gillette once again removed the rag from the gagged mouth, and the fish-man's mouth still "clicked" twice uncontrollably before it was completely quiet.

"Fishmen, where is your tribe?" I asked a question that didn't need to be asked.

The fish-man's eyes moved, as if in thought, and finally, a hoarse, staccato sentence came out of his mouth. "Quack, front, quagmire, cave......"

I knew that this tribe of fishmen was on the edge of a quagmire, but there were no caves around, so I asked, "Where is the cave?" ”

The fish-man immediately replied, "Underwater, skeleton." ”

It seems that this fish-man tribe is still distributed in underwater caves, so it is no wonder that the number is a little abnormal, so I then asked, "How many fish-people are in the tribe?" ”

Now the fishman was a little confused again, his mouth kept opening and closing, and he couldn't say the whole thing: "Many, many, there are family members, there are outsiders, there are many, there are many, there are many, ......there are many,

It's a little weird, but there's something I want to prove.

I then asked, "Where did the outsiders come from?" ”

The fish-man regained some reason at this time, and said: "Outsiders, no leader, no witch doctor, surrender to us and join us ......"

It seems that this tribe took in another tribe because the leader of the other tribe was killed.

This is a normal tribal merger, after all, the fishmen have low intelligence and need the leadership of the leader to reproduce normally.

But I felt that there was something suspicious to dig up, and then I asked, "How did their leader die?" ”

The fish-man said, "Intruder, you, kill!" ”

I'm a little disappointed, it seems, it's really just a normal merge.

However, I continued to ask, "Are there any mermaids in your tribe?" ”

The question was to the point, and the fish-man immediately had an unusual reaction: "Merfolk, merfolk, enemy!" Can't say! Can't say! ”

Sure enough, something is strange!

I then asked, "Say! Where are the merfolks! ”

The fish-man trembled violently again, as if he had encountered something more terrifying than ours, and hissed: "Quack, I can't say! Can't say, will die! Will die! ”