11 White rejoices
A steady stream of fish-man soldiers rushed ahead, and the closer they got to the human town, the more excited they became, and the resulting shouts could even make the branches of the dense forest outside the city tremble.
The Fishman Mage, who held the Driftwood Staff tightly, followed behind the Fishman soldiers, and as he ran, he also blessed himself with a water flow spell that would make him lighter and faster.
So he was originally lagging behind, and when he was about to arrive in Hull Town, he was already beside the leader of the first echelon of Longclaws.
However, it didn't take long for it to regret it.
When viewed from the outside, Hull Town, nestled behind a dense thicket, has nothing special other than a pale gold translucent defensive cover.
It's just that when it stepped into the confines of Shiphull, or a few steps into it, it turned a corner in the street, and a blinding white light suddenly appeared in front of it!
The night was already dark, but it was raining again, and the surroundings were pitch black.
Even if it weren't for the Fish-Man's unique night vision, the Fish-Man Mage wouldn't have been able to see the ground nearby.
And in this case, this sudden burst of light was like a burst of fire, which made it instantly start to cover its face and scream, and then run backwards in embarrassment!
There were also many unprepared screams around him, and these screams were replenished by more fishmen in the rear, which was very chaotic.
Living in the ocean every day, they are already sensitive to light, let alone encountering this kind of fierce light that is dazzling to humans.
The reaction of the fish people in the front head team was basically to cover their faces and run away.
The fish-man soldiers in the rear, whose view was obscured, could not understand this behavior.
Because it seemed to them that there was no light at the front, only black and oppressive of the same kind and the towering buildings on both sides that were silent in the gloom of the rainy night.
At the same time, the fish-man soldiers in the rear did not think that the warriors who rushed ahead were sneaking away-
Although they seem to be embarrassed at the moment, they are not running in the rear, but in any direction, from front to back, left and right, and some even do not hesitate to rush to the walls of nearby buildings.
Riots inevitably happened.
The sound of hitting the wall and screaming were mixed with the sound of the fishmen running away smoothly on both sides, and those running to the rear were surrounded by the large army that rushed forward again, and then hit the wall with some of their unlucky companions, or simply stumbled to the ground and were brutally trampled to death.
The overall charge of the group of fish-men soldiers was forced to slow down, but this slowdown did not prevent most of the fishmen from falling into chaos.
Because they have a very narrow perspective, they can't understand what is going on in front of them, and the screams are used as the sounds of fighting with humans.
And so the situation intensified.
If you can look down from the sky, you can see that wave after wave of fish-man troops poured into Hull Town on the east side of the town, as if they had been diverted at one point, and kept rushing towards the other three directions of the town.
Some of the fish-men ran away and disappeared into the town, while others crashed into the surfaces of various buildings like headless flies and fell to the ground and trampled to death.
Some of the astute fish-men sensed that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but they didn't have much choice in the waves of fish-people coming up from behind.
Eventually, when hundreds of fishmen were swallowed up by the dark human towns of the area, less than half of the fish-man soldiers managed to escape.
They are therefore hesitant.
"Rush in?" There is a fish-man offer.
"Only stupid fish without a head will rush in."
"What kind of spell is that?"
"Gurgling ......"
"The Claw Leader is still inside."
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The fish people who had escaped did not give up their attack, and after a moment of chaotic discussion, one of them ran into the town with their eyes closed, ready to smash the strange wall.
However, after closing their eyes, they inexplicably lost their way, either running deeper or crashing into various buildings, and some fish-men couldn't help but open their eyes, and they would be blinded by the light and then wail in embarrassment.
Luckily, a few lucky people managed to get to the wall, find the right place and use their harpoons to smash or pierce, but in a series of fierce collisions, the white wall remained intact, and it didn't even feel like a single piece of debris was knocked off.
It's as if it absorbs damage.
The plan to smash the wall failed, and this wave of fishmen was basically damaged, and some other fishmen who were still outside experimented with various methods such as changing routes, climbing houses, and digging tunnels.
However, after tossing and turning for a while, they had nothing to gain except that there were less than fifty of them left.
In the end, these lucky fishmen could only choose to wait in the rain outside the town, and could not do anything.
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The barbarian-like fighting style is often quite brave because of the enemy's same battle in the Sea Clan's internal fighting, but at this moment, it has become a fatal flaw for the attacking fishmen.
When the various fish-man leaders take the lead and rush into the town, it means that the invasion has basically lost its organizational power.
Screaming and wailing became the theme song for the evening, with some lucky fish-men remaining outside the town, and those who rushed into the hull town from all directions were constantly frustrated by the flood of light as if they were sliding blindfolded down the hillside to the bottom of the mountain.
The fish-man mage with the staff of driftwood is currently in a great predicament.
It couldn't open its eyes at all, because no matter where it ran, there was always a strange wall in sight that could "glow".
However, after closing his eyes, there seemed to be some invisible force in the quadripartite environment that was making all kinds of trivial sounds.
These sounds don't hurt it, but they completely disorient it and make it feel like it's lost.
Eventually, it managed to crawl into a human house, ready to use a spell to get out of it.
However, after several swings of the staff in his hand, it did not even make a splash.
"Those damn blind human beings!" It couldn't help but curse.
Hull's Guardian Relic effect is Forbidden Spirit, but according to the Blind Church's sacrificial allies, this forbidden effect is reversed when the Guardian Relic is activated.
In other words, the original activation of the holy relics was aimed at the fish people, but under the means of the Blind God Church, it will be changed to target the humans here.
In this way, the Sea Clan, as the attacker, not only has a numerical advantage, but also a magic advantage, and it is very easy to capture this town.
But the situation it is facing now is silently telling it that this is clearly not the case!
"It's not normal, I've got to report it."
Thinking like this, the fish-man mage, who was wet and covered with mud, cautiously walked out of the uninhabited house where he was hiding, but as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a corner of a wall not far away, and a large amount of light instantly hit him!
It folded back relatively skillfully, and after returning to the room for a long time, a pair of bloodshot toad eyes due to successive irritation slowly returned to normal.
Then it simply lowered its head and left the house slowly.
As a result, after only a few steps, a white stone brick embedded in the ground instantly blinded it again!
This ubiquitous trap made it can't help but slam the staff in its hand into the location of the brick in its memory in annoyance, only to be so hard that the shock force of the touch shook its arm for a while, and then made it sit on the muddy ground unconsciously.
A violent scolding rang out in a corner of town.
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Meanwhile, at the end of a few streets at the heart of Shiphull, a group of human archers in metal armor are shooting one fish-man after another as they emerge from the end of sight.
And as this shooting continued, their already grim faces became more and more strange.