"Oops!"

A wave of magical power radiated out from the center of the pleated umbrella lotus, and the effect of the concealment technique was lifted at once.

The boat, the mage, and the umbrella lotus standing in the water are exposed.

The two fishmen who were in harmony in the distance stopped moving, looked at them in surprise, and then let out a noisy and terrible cry.

Ke Mingde didn't care about hiding his figure, he took out his staff, and released it with a snort, and the two fishmen immediately lost their breath and sank underwater, their bodies still connected.

This was just a consolation gesture, and the magic fluctuations just now were as conspicuous as fireworks in the mage's perception.

"How could there be such a big movement!"

Victoria's face was full of panic, she didn't know that there would be such a violent fluctuation of magic power when she opened the circle, and hurriedly put her hand into the bud from the bottom up to pick the fruit.

The pleated umbrella lotus flower grows downward, which is already a wonder in the world, and what is even more strange is the "fruit" it produces.

There are no stamens or lotus seeds, but at the center of the flower are straight green stems, and around the calyx, a transparent liquid is condensed.

This pure water-like liquid is the "fruit" of the pleated umbrella lotus, a strange thing that can make the mage advance to the gray robe!

Victoria manipulated the "Mage's Hand" and carefully ingested the "fruit" from the flower.

The "fruit" floats in mid-air, the size of a fist, condensed but not scattered, crystal clear, like a water balloon in the weightless environment of space, and it is the weight of a mouthful.

"It's too late, let's go!"

Ke Mingde hurriedly scanned the flowers and "fruits", re-applied the stealth technique to the boat, and urged the current to leave.

Through the scan, he had seen countless fish-man warriors rushing here, and the situation was urgent, and he used the stealth spell with the shortest cast time.

Of course, the more important reason is that he has not yet mastered a more comprehensive and powerful stealth technique.

Victoria held the water balloon in one hand and waved her staff in the other, re-blessing the Stealth technique.

The boat deftly passed through the gap between the fishmen, these fishmen were stupid and stupid, they were hit by the passing wooden boats, and they could not find the culprit, so they fought with their companions.

"Suffer!"

As soon as Ke Mingde had risen this thought, he saw that the calm water suddenly set off waves, and a wall of water rose, and the waves were ten meters high and ten meters wide, wrapped in wooden blocks, dirt, and howling fishmen, and slapped down like giant palms.

It's like a fly swatting at a stuck fly, and there's no way to hide.

"Mana Shield!"

"Ice Shield!"

Ke Mingde and Victoria used protective spells at the same time.

Bang!

The water roared in his ears, the boat was smashed to pieces by the waves, and the effect of the stealth spell was destroyed once again.

Fortunately, the two of them are proficient in water, stabilize their bodies in the waves, and arm in arm.

As Victoria carefully guards the "water ball" from being polluted by the lake's water, Ke Mingde quickly prints a small plastic bottle and hands it to the female mage.

Victoria was so clever that she figured out the use of the plastic bottle in an instant without explanation, and carefully packed the fruit.

The surrounding fishmen were also slapped by the giant wolf, their tendons were broken and fractured, blood flowed, and they were in a mess, and they had no time to take care of the visible Ke Mingde and the two.

There is no wind and waves, there must be a reason, and there is no need for the two of them to think about it, the initiator has already appeared in front of him.

Two rows of fish-man soldiers were neatly formed, unlike the ordinary fishmen who were naked, and these soldiers wore leather armor and carried metal weapons.

This metal is made of excellent material, not afraid of rust, extremely hard, but slightly brittle, and is used to create a water-splitting spur suitable for water fighting, and is a unique smelting formula for the Fish-People.

In the middle of the two columns of soldiers, there were two huge sturdy shells, floating on the surface of the water like small boats, densely covered with a layer of pearls, and a fish-man mage half lying on top of the pearls, half leaning on the other.

White skin, silver-white scales, a white leather robe scattered on his body, a crown on his smooth head, made of silver, inlaid with magic gems, and a necklace of pearls around his neck, each pearl is five centimeters in diameter, reminiscent of the string of beads on the neck of the sand monk, the webbing between the fingers has small holes, and fine jewelry passes through it.

Clustered next to the throne of the shell is a very female fish-man, revealing a plump **, and the fish-man is also a mammal.

This person is the leader of this group of fishmen, a powerful spellcaster, and the wave just now is the spell it casts.

"Jewels!

Even though the aesthetics are different from those of humans, these two words still come to mind in Ke Mingde's mind.

"Dear Fishman Mage, please forgive me for my two of us, who are from the Eternal White Tower of Neverwinter and have stumbled into your ministry. ”

Victoria emerged from the water, turning into a piece of ice floes under her feet, and used a spell to clean and dry the water on her mage's robes, and bowed deeply to the fish-man mage.

The fish-people have a low civilization, but they are extremely sensitive and self-respecting, admiring the developed culture of human beings, but they cannot stand the low opinion of human beings. In the aristocratic class of the fishmen, that is, the mage class, they care more about etiquette than the aristocracy of the human race, and they are even ashamed of their fish-speaking voice, relying on spells to communicate and use the lingua franca.

Therefore, the communication between humans and fish-people is the most important thing to pay attention to, and the slightest slack will cause their anger.

Ke Mingde also learned from the model and performed the mage ceremony.

"The Eternal White Tower, I've heard of it, it's the Mage Tower of His Highness the White Robe, Master Dila. ”

The fish-man mage did not raise his eyelids, his lips did not move, and he kneaded the breasts of the female fish-man in front of the throne, and a thought appeared directly in the minds of Ke Mingde and the others.

Grey-robed mage!

The fish-man in front of him is at least a gray-robed mage!

Only a gray-robed mage can directly use his mind to communicate with others, this is not a spell, but a natural ability that comes when the soul is strong enough.

Ke Mingde's heart was tight, and he had the intention of competing and forcibly breaking out just now, but all of them were extinguished at this moment.

"Listening to its words, it can't tell the difference between good and evil, but it still knows Master Dilla, and it will definitely not risk angering His Highness the White Robe to harm us. Ke Mingde's mind was spinning, judging his own situation.

"Respected Master Fishman, we are here to hunt some spotted snapping turtles and collect some potion materials on the orders of His Highness Dila. ”

He pondered the words and gave the reason for making it up.

Ke Mingde was not worried that the fish-man mage would know the truth of the matter, for three reasons: the pleated umbrella lotus was hidden by the circle and was not known, after the harvesting, the exposed umbrella lotus had been destroyed by the waves and no longer existed, and the only witness, the two-headed mating fish-man had been slumbered and was still lying underwater.

"I see!" the fish-man mage's thoughts were neither happy nor angry, "It's rare for a human mage to come, I have people set up a feast, and please enjoy the light." ”

Mental communication is a better expression of emotions than words, and legend has it that the "divine language" used by the ancient gods included the exchange of ideas.

Human language only has sounds, including words and images, and the meaning is expressed through these two mediums.

Ke Mingde has read a book that records that the language of God is complex and rich, with clear meanings, sounds, colors and flavors, and ideological content.

The word of God is only circulated among the gods, and occasionally the Holy Mage has studied it, but since the cataclysm a thousand years ago, it has been extinct from the human world, and no one can understand it at all.

At this time, the Fish-Man Mage's mind could not convey emotions, either it was extremely calm in itself, or it was deliberately hidden.

"Since there are no more spotted snapping turtles here, we have to return quickly and tell the master about this situation, we can't stay longer, and ask the master to understand. ”

Victoria followed Kommad's words and politely rejected the Fish-Man Mage.

The fish-man mage frowned, took his hand off the female fish-man, and sat upright.

The fish-man had no eyebrows, but he could see that he was unhappy, and Ke Mingde was worried in his heart, and he secretly said that he was going to suffer.

"Master Flynn, I'm afraid these two mages are spies sent by Neverwinter, it's better to spy on you and my secret meeting, so it's better to get rid of them. ”

At this moment, a human came out behind the fish-man mage, treading water, with a majestic and old face, wearing colorful robes and painted lace animal patterns, but it was not an orthodox mage costume.

This person was silent just now, and Ke Mingde and the others were focused on the fish-man mage, and only then did they find this human mage.

Ke Mingde subconsciously scanned it, and his heart almost jumped out.

This man did not carry a magic staff on his body, and he clearly used a spell to stand above the water.

It's a dyed mage!