Fish-man warriors are very enduring, and in order to complete their mission, they bury themselves in the sludge of a small river less than two meters deep, in order to unleash a tsunami-like blow when their target lets their guard down.

For fish-people, sea water is their favorite environment, and when they are in fresh water, they always feel that the water around them is not enough. When they live in the air with their legs, they always feel that something is missing in their lives.

And when they lie in ambush in the sludge, it's like humans buried in a stinking garbage heap.

"[beep]!"

"[beep]!"

The man with only a few faces showing out from under the sludge began to curse angrily in his heart.

Not for anything else, but because the target of their ambush this time was to release water into the creek upstream of them.

"[beep]!This guy's vigilance is too high!" The commander of the ambush looked at Charles fiercely through the water, who was releasing his memory on his head.

"At this time, he is still holding a sword in one hand!" "The fishman commander is very angry, "Aren't you afraid that if your hand slips, you will be beaten with chickens and eggs?"

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!" the fish-man warriors comforted themselves in their hearts.

Charles, unaware that he had been spied on, returned to Celestia's side with ease, and then took out today's lunch from the bag he was carrying.

The way to deliver the war report was a bit long, and he came out of the village where he had stayed last night in the morning, and he could not reach the next village until the afternoon.

At noon, Charles came to the river, and after throwing a small fireball into the river, he rested peacefully on the grass by the river.

In fact, if it hadn't been for a small fireball that blew up the sludge at the bottom of the river, maybe he would have found those fish-men in ambush a long time ago.

Charles reached into his bag and pulled out a can, and as soon as he unscrewed the lid, the peculiar smell of the mixed liver cans wafted out.

He grinned and threw the can into the creek with his backhand.

Before he could find the second can, the creek suddenly became boiling.

"[beep]!

"[beep beep beep]!

"[beep]! Catch him!"

Although Charles couldn't understand what the fish-men who rushed out of the water in a panic were saying, it didn't stop him from jumping on Celestia's back and running away.

The enemy situation is unknown, so let's talk about it.

A few bolts of magic came to naught in a hurry, and the dozen or so fishmen who had just landed could only watch Charles leave.

A fish-man thrust the harpoon in his hand into the ground and said angrily, "I actually let him run away!"

The fish-man commander looked at the house where Charles had left, and a grim smile appeared on his face, "It doesn't matter if we can't catch him, we will catch him in front, if we push him into a hurry and let him destroy everything in his backpack, the mission will fail." ”

Then he said to his men, "We're going to find a way to get that jar of poison back and see what the elves have to do." ”

Over there, Charles ran for more than ten minutes and came to the front of a fork in the road.

He was supposed to go left and reach a larger village.

But just as he was about to turn left, there was a noise in the bushes on the left, and several huge fishing nets swooped down on him.

During his previous pre-war training, Charles had seen this kind of fishing net used by the fishmen, and the material of the fishing net was some kind of kelp-like algae in the sea, which was strong and tough.

Several huge icicles crashed into the nets in the air, causing them to fall to the ground.

Seeing the bushes beside him and on the left side of the road in front of him shaking, and seeing that there were at least a hundred enemies hiding inside, Charles hurriedly turned his horse's head and ran towards the road to the right.

When Charles left, seven or eight fishmen stood up in the bushes, picked up their weapons and ran in the direction of Charles's departure.

In addition to a few fishmen who threw fishing nets in the bushes just now, several other fishmen tied some ropes to the surrounding bushes, and after pulling the ropes, it looked like there were many people in ambushes in the bushes.

Charles ran for about half an hour when a pond the size of two or three basketball courts appeared on the side of the road.

A string of fireballs smashed down, and the two fishmen in the pond were blown into the air.

Immediately afterward, an overwhelming array of high-pressure water jets, ice edges and other magic rushed towards Charles.

A thick, tall earthen wall appeared on the road in an instant, blocking the stormy attack.

When the earthen wall was blown down, Charles had already ridden Celestia away.

On both sides of the road ahead are small hills with some weeds, and there are no fish-people in ambush under the sparse weeds on the hills.

Just when Charles thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, a harpoon flew behind the mountain bags on both sides of the road.

The harpoons drew a parabola in the air, enveloping Charles's location and the space around him.

Seeing the harpoon in the air, which was as dense as rain and lightning fast, Charles did not dare to hold it up, and a pair of huge wind wings appeared behind him, and then the men and horses rushed out of the harpoon's range in a matter of seconds before the harpoon inserted himself and the man and the horse into a porcupine.

Although they escaped, Celestia was cut in the back of her hip by a harpoon. Several harpoons were even aimed at the backpack behind him.

Hearing the neighing of the warhorse, Charles hurriedly put a healing spell on it.

Before the second wave of attacks came, one man and one horse had already walked away half-flying and half-running.

After almost an afternoon of continuous high-intensity turns, Charles and Celestia were tired.

Just when Charles decided to take a break and take out the map to find a place to break out, a wolf howl sounded around, and more than a dozen hungry wolves with red eyes came up from all around.

Now that his head was too big, he hurriedly picked up the crossbow hanging from the side of his horse, and shot the two wolves in front of them before the wolves could join in, and then he rushed out of the encirclement.

The rest of the wolves chased after Charles as if they were the only dinner of the day, and even Charles turned around and shot a few wolves to kill them.

In an instant, rows of thorns stabbed out on the ground behind Charles, and the huge inertia caused several wolves to hit their heads on it, and then the thorns opened a large hole in their bodies.

When the remaining wolves circled the thorns, they saw a cloud of smoke in front of them, and the air was full of foul smells, and they couldn't find their target to run in any way.

After throwing a smoke bomb and a bottle of "Foul Stinky Beast" potion, Charles rode Celestia onto a path.

The map had been accidentally lost just now, and Charles didn't know where the path would lead, but he knew he would be caught if he didn't run.

Now that the sun was setting in the west, he would have a chance to escape when night fell.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. Just as Charles, who had not yet eaten lunch, was about to take out a can from his bag and prepare to fill his stomach, a team of fishmen chased after him from behind, and then all kinds of magic and harpoons chased Charles away.

In front of it is a river nearly ten meters wide, and there is a wooden bridge on the river that can pass a horse-drawn carriage.

At this time, Charles gave birth to wind wings again, and Celestia jumped over the river with the help of wind wings.

The fishman in the water under the bridge, waiting for Charles to collapse the wooden bridge after he reached the middle of the bridge, looked confused.

Before Charles could remove the wings, a fire suddenly broke out on both sides of the road, and there was a strong wind that forced the flames down the road.

Charles could only blow the flames with his wings on, and rushed through the burning area with Celestia.

By this time the sun had sunk into the mountains to the west, and night soon fell on the land.

Taking advantage of the last light in the sky, Charles drew his sword and swung it forward, and a huge wind blade sped forward after the tip of the sword was formed, cutting all the stumbling ropes in its path.

This ambush seemed to be the last ambush for the Fish-Man, and Charles ran away without encountering a new ambush again.

Then he fell into the pit with his men and horses.