Oil is flammable, and in the world between Grimm's crossings, this is common knowledge that almost everyone knows, but in this world, for the fishmen of the Soma tribe, this is not what they know.

Maybe the fishmen had seen oil before, but they hadn't paid much attention to it.

The development of things on the scientific side of this world is very slow, and the things on the magic side are relatively perfect, after all, the knowledge on the magic side can increase the lifespan of an individual, and there is no creature that can refuse the temptation of longevity.

When the oil was burning, the fish people realized what was happening, and realized that the black water just now was not a simple trick, but a powerful weapon.

"Water, extinguish the fire!"

It's common sense that water can extinguish fires, but can seawater extinguish fires that burn oil?

Hard.

When the fish people threw the sea water into the flames, but found that they could not extinguish the flames, the fish realized that the flames were burning in the seawater in the first place.

The fish people missed the best time to extinguish the fire, so much so that the fire became bigger and bigger.

The fish-man spellcasters also didn't have a good idea, and they didn't know much about oil and didn't know how to put out the flames.

Some of the fish-men were stained with oil, and the whole fish-man burned, and the aroma of barbecued meat gushed out.

In the past, when asked about this aroma, the fish people would have an appetite, even if it was their own kind that was roasted, but now they don't have that mind.

Survival, that's the only thing the fish-man trapped in the fire ring thinks about.

"Jump out of the water, jump over the ring of fire!"

A fish-man spellcaster was the first to take to the air, but the fish-man warriors didn't have his abilities.

Some of the fish-man warriors fell directly into the flames, and after a while, turned to ashes.

"Dive into the deep water and through the flames!"

This is the better way, there is no flame in the deep water, and although the temperature is high, it is within the tolerance range of the fish-people.

But at this time, they encountered another difficulty.

Green left the confines of Lookout Island, taking with him a lot of white powder, which was none other than quicklime, at the fish who had just escaped from the fire.

Quicklime, when exposed to water, undergoes a chemical reaction and emits high heat.

This temperature is not much lower than the temperature at which oil is burned.

The fish people feel a little crying without tears.

Just out of the volcano, and then into the sea of fire, obviously just conquering a human manor, for the Soma tribe simple things can not be simpler, but it has not officially begun, but there are twists and turns.

The first thorn vine, the loss of hundreds of fish-man warriors.

The second oil, which lost hundreds of fish-man warriors.

The third quicklime was still damaged by hundreds of fishmen.

By the time the fishmen finally broke through the three encirclements, and there were still about one-third of the number left, that is, there were less than five hundred fish-man warriors left among the 1,500 fish-man warriors.

What awaits them is not a human who has no power to restrain the chickens and allows them to slaughter, but a haunting, fast and obscene brass young dragon.

and a mutated white snake.

Cromo's strategy is like this, when he encounters the right one, he will bite down, and if he bites, he will run to the next one, anyway, in this kind of battle situation, the seriously injured fishman can no longer pose a greater threat to the fantasy manor.

In this case, it is better to use the time to kill the fish-man completely, but seriously injure the other fish-man.

The fishmen were full of rage, staring at Cromo viciously, chasing him, trying to cramp and peel Cromo into pieces, swallow it in his stomach, and turn it into feces.

But they couldn't catch up.

Cromo's speed was far beyond their imagination.

At this time, Chris was picking up leaks in the back, picking up the ones that were easy to bully, biting the wounds of the injured fishmen, injecting some venom, and quietly dodging when he encountered the brave ones.

Chris is much more obscene than Crom.

Gradually, the mood of the fish-man warriors who were chasing Cromo changed a little, because they found a problem, Cromo, after biting the fish-man, did not throw away the meat in his mouth, but ate it directly.

This fact makes the fish people a little scared.

It has always been the fish people who eat other creatures, especially other intelligent creatures, which makes the fish people very proud and feel that they are truly superior.

Fierceness is the nature of the fish people.

But when the fish people encounter a more ferocious existence, they are a little overwhelmed.

Cromo, in mind, is a bit overwhelming for these fish-man warriors.

The fish-man spellcasters all left the sea, and the three obstacles arranged by Green made the sea water very unfriendly to the fish-people, and in the past, the fish-man spellcasters were more likely to rescue their companions.

But later, the fish-man spellcasters gave up on this idea, because they couldn't think of a good way for a while.

That being the case, they set their sights on killing the enemy.

As long as all the people in the fantasy manor are killed, the remaining fishmen will naturally be able to be liberated, and to put it mildly, those fishman warriors, if they die, they are dead, it doesn't matter much.

The dark wizards among humans do not see ordinary humans as their own kind, and the same is true for spellcasters among fish.

Green looked at the fish-man spellcasters who came to him without much expression, which was expected by Green, and the trap was at most a surprise to the other party.

Useful for Fish-Man Warriors, but very little for Fish-Man Spellcasters.

After all, the power of the three traps just now was just ordinary.

It's just that what Green didn't expect was that there was also an unexpected surprise, a fish-man spellcaster was injured just now, and now there are only twenty-seven fish-man spellcasters rushing towards Green.

Carola and Anroes hurriedly took off into the air and greeted them.

Cromo quietly approached the injured fish-man spellcaster, wanting to sneak attack the fish-man spellcaster and do something big, those fish-man warriors can no longer bring a sense of accomplishment to Cromo.

If you want to kill, kill the big one.

Cromo walked in front of the fish-man spellcaster and threw a lyka fruit at his feet.

Unbeknownst to him, the fish-man spellcaster approached this direction.

Injured, so that the fish-man spellcaster felt very ashamed, twenty-eight fish-man spellcasters, only one of him was injured, the fish-man spellcaster was in a very bad mood, and his mind was full of anger.

Suddenly, Cromo rushed out.

With a single bite, he bit down on the waist of the fish-man spellcaster, and a large hole was bitten.

Green and Cromo popularized the Achilles heel of the fish-man, the head is one, the heart is one, and the second, the part of the waist, can be seriously injured.

The heart is on the front, and the head is hard, so Cromo chose the waist.

"Shhh

The fish-man spellcaster grabbed his waist sharply and gasped.

Cromo hides in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

Dragons are natural hunters, even if they are only young dragons.