"There are no four seasons in the Snow Mountain Temple, only eternal winter, and long polar nights and days. Whenever the aurora falls, we pray to the water dragon under the leadership of the temple's chief witch......"

Dolores was a lively and cheerful witch who quickly became acquainted with Talos.

As night falls, and the two eat grilled fish from the sea, Dolores has become friends with Talos, explaining him some interesting stories about the Naga and the Temple of the Snowy Mountains.

Most of the time, it was Dolores who was talking, and Talos listened as he ate the grilled fish.

Mother was right, it was indeed a wonderful journey.

Talos lay comfortably on the deck, touched his lower abdomen, which had swallowed seven grilled fish without a hint of bulge, and flicked his tail slightly.

The sea breeze blows from afar, the faint moonlight pours down from the sky, the sound of waves rising and falling in the distance, and you can see the sparkling sea in the moonlight in the distance when you raise your head slightly, everything seems extremely peaceful and beautiful.

Unfortunately, this calm was soon shattered by a cry for help filled with fear: "Help—"

Talos and Dolores looked at each other, quickly got up from the deck, and looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

It was a fish-man, and even with a large mouth full of fine teeth, Tarlos could find the difference between fear and surprise on the fish's head, the former because of the danger he was experiencing, and the latter because he discovered that the object of his call for help was actually Naga, the fish-man's sworn enemy.

Obviously, either of them can make his already extremely bad situation even more difficult, and it is undoubtedly appropriate to describe it as having a wolf in front and a tiger in the back.

Poof!

A spear pierced the fish-man's chest as soon as he surfaced to the surface and saw the two of Talos, and the blood flowed down, spreading a red spree in the sea.

"Corpse...... Fresh carcasses ......"

The murderer, also a fish-man, muttered words of unknown meaning, cleanly pulled his spear from the corpse, glared at Talos and Dolores with two large, round eyes shrouded in a red light, and then lunged at them.

"Disgusting stuff. ”

Dolores snorted coldly, and pointed his staff at the surface of the sea, and the sea swelled, and several streams of water splashed up.

The crystal water turned into six frozen arrows in an instant, and with two pops, the fish-man's throat and chest were pierced, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Strangely, this is a region close to the polar regions, the water is cold, and there are very few other sea tribes living here. ”

The Naga and the Fish-People, the two largest of the Sea Clan, usually live in the Naga Kingdom and the Mermaid and Fish-Man United Kingdom, the former in the Central Ocean and the latter in the Western Ocean, and generally rarely migrate to other seas.

The area of the ocean is much larger than that of the land, and there are more types of sea monsters and magical creatures, and a large part of them live in groups, and it is very dangerous to live in isolation.

"I'm also a little weird. Dolores pointed to the fish-man's corpse and said, "Look, the light gray scales, the seven fins on the back, and they are not joined together, which is a characteristic of the more hardy white fish-people among the fishmen, and as for why it is in - oh, it seems that we can ignore this for the time being." ”

Before Dolores could finish speaking, a group of white fishmen came up from the bottom of the sea, spears or swords in their hands, and their bulb-sized eyes flashed with a fierce red light, and the number was about thirty, and without saying a word, they rushed towards the Naga witch's ship.

"Crowd tactics?" Dolores chuckled, as if mocking the stupidity of the Whitefish people, "that also requires a certain amount of strength to back it up." ”

The Naga Witch raised her staff high and waved it lightly twice, summoning the power that belonged to the water dragon Valtesa.

Whew-

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes that could be observed by the naked eye suddenly blew from a distance, and the sea water rippled and condensed into ice, and the few fishmen who rushed to the front were quickly overwhelmed by the cold wind.

Under the effect of the Naga Witch's spell, the fish-man's body immediately stiffened, and was frozen into several ice lumps, floating on the surface of the sea.

"I've got six!" Dolores said to Talos as he continued his attack, "In Iceland, we often compare who has killed the most enemies, and it's a way to prove your strength, do you do that?"

"There has never been such a tradition. ”

Talos leaped from the ship into the sea as he spoke, the froststeel scimitar unsheathed, staggered left and right, and a hideous fish head rose into the sky and landed heavily on the surface.

One, Talos silently counted.

With the buoyancy of the sea, Talos easily turned, poured his power into his eight-foot-long tail, and swept at the three fishmen rushing from the left.

Combat specialty, furious tail strike!

The bloodline power of the Immortal Whale gave Talos more strength than ordinary Naga, and the Furious Tail Attack, the combat specialty he had finally learned during this time, although it was not as strong as Leonhard could have sucked a high-level swordsman to death with one tail that day, it was more than enough to deal with three fishmen with only first-order strength.

Syllable!

The three fishmen were immediately pumped out, and at the same time, two cold rays of light each crossed an arc in the air, and finally stopped on the chests of the two fishmen, which was the froststeel scimitar that Talos took out of the spatial ring and threw it.

Three!

Talos leaned forward, his tail swam in a series of S-shapes in the sea, and he quickly advanced through the water, rushing into the place where the three fishmen had just landed in a charging manner.

Combat Expertise, Charge Hard!

The charge was originally intended for knights with mounts, but it could also be used when the Nagas were fighting in the waters, and the sheer size and speed of the large creatures allowed Talos to burst into a terrifying burst of power in an instant, as evidenced by the fishmen who were knocked on their backs by him.

As he was about to rush into the crowd of fish, the handles of the two froststeel scimitars in Talos's hands were butt together, forming a double-headed knife with a length of ten feet, and the attack range was suddenly extended.

A fish-man is knocked out of the air, making a sound of bones breaking, and the double-headed knife swings, slashing at the fish-man's chest, and the blade on the other side slashes the other fish-man over.

Five!

In the blink of an eye, Talos rushed in front of the last surviving fishman, and another fish's head flew up.

Six!

Retracting the two scimitars that had been thrown, Talos stood sideways, his tail flicking against the surface of the sea, splashing a wave that obscured the fish-man's vision, and swooped forward.

Eight!

A minute later, Talos plunged headlong into the sea, allowing the water to wash away the fish-man blood stained on his body, and behind him, either killed by Dolores spell or cut down by Talos.

"Seventeen!" Talos said to Dolores as he climbed aboard the boat and pointed to the corpse of the White-Fish Man on the sea.

Talos counted the handicap, and the opponent's record was sixteen.

The Naga Witch felt that she had been greatly deceived, and at the same time she was a little crying and laughing: "You said that you don't count how many enemies you have defeated. ”

"Obviously I'm a very fast learner, so why don't I follow such a good tradition?"

"Very well done, what else can I say about this?"

Dolores smiled, and was about to say something, when she sensed something approaching, and turned her gaze to the surface of the sea again.

Talos also noticed an anomaly on the surface of the sea, only to see a white fishman who didn't know where he was hiding just now, chanting the same words as the original white fishman, and tying up the corpses of the other whitefishmen with a kind of tough seaweed.

"Corpse...... Fresh carcasses ......"

The Whitefishmen plunged into the sea and walked away with ten corpses.

"What is he doing?" Talos asked, confused.

"I don't know, it looks like it's collecting corpses, but it's definitely not collecting corpses and going back for burial. Dolores shook his head, "But then again, these fishmen seem to have lost their minds under the control of some kind of psychic faction spell. ”

"Judging by their abnormal eyes, it is. My instincts tell me that the Whitefish-Man will come back and take the rest of the corpses with him, huh...... For some abnormal purpose. ”

Talos and Dolores looked at each other, both seeing curiosity in each other's eyes.

So, instead of continuing to drive the boat, the two stayed where they were, hiding with the help of Dolores' spell.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, the white fish-man just now returned, followed by two other fish-men, who were very skillful in tying up the corpses that had been scattered by the sea, diving into the sea and disappearing.

"Let's go and see, I have a hunch that they are doing some kind of evil thing. ”

Dolores murmured two prayers to the water dragon, and a large bubble enveloped the two of them.

The bubble, which Talos didn't know what to call it, managed to make their figures disappear from the sea and enter a special state of invisibility, successfully following the three white fishmen into the bottom of the sea.

About fifteen minutes later, a building appeared in Talos' sight, and a group of white fishmen were busy with each other.

"There's a tribe of white fishmen here, I never knew it existed. ”

"Notice their eyes, they're all abnormally red. ”

Moving on, Talos was surprised to find that there were white fishmen dragging corpses back from all directions, some of the same race, some of humans, some of the sea monsters, or simply some of the larger fish.

There are all kinds of indications that this abnormal group of whitefish people is working very hard to collect the corpses from various places and bring them back here.

"Are we going to keep tracking?" asked Talos.

"Of course!" Dolores waved his arm, "whether it's to satisfy my curiosity or to punish the disrespectful who might desecrate the corpse, it's a prerequisite to keep tracking." ”

"Yay. Talos gave Dolores a high-five with his right hand, "Because that's what I thought." ”