As the mermaid Jama finished telling the long message, a brilliant morning sun began to emerge at the end of the sea, and before I knew it, it was dawn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From what the mermaid Jama said, Moduo's focus was only one point, these monsters called Naga must have a route map to the overseas island where the remnants of the Elven Empire are located.

But in this case, the question arises, what method or price can be used to get the route map from these Naga who have just killed a dozen of them?

And what about the mermaids in front of him who have just been saved? A large part of the reason why Mo Duo dared to do something with these Naga just now was because of the advantage that the fat dragon could fly; he originally planned that these Naga would not be easy to mess with, and he would take these mermaids away with him.

But now that the route map that had to be taken from Naga's hands, these mermaids looked embarrassed, and after glancing at a few mermaids who were smiling at the delicate snacks, Modo sighed weakly, still unable to do anything to return these mermaids to Naga, and then get the Naga's understanding.

Just when Modo had a headache about how to deal with the Nagas, suddenly the sea surface suddenly changed drastically two or three miles away from the island.

The calm sea seemed to suddenly boil, and then a large number of Naga's ugly heads emerged from beneath the surface, and then the upper bodies of the Naga warriors holding weapons were revealed.

The weapons in their hands are extremely strange, they are not swords, guns, swords and halberds used by humans or elves at all, but they are like coral branches with thick clubs;

Behind the thousands of Naga warriors, there were about two hundred female Naga mages, who slowly approached this side in an arc-shaped battle line, but after reaching a distance of a mile from the island, they never continued to move forward.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, these Naga do not dare to come within a mile of Death Island. Mermaid Jama said as she stood behind Modo.

However, Jiama's words not only did not reassure Modo, but jumped up like his butt was on fire, and asked, "What do you say? ”

"Originally, there were no islands in the sea, and it wasn't until the elves broke half of the seabed seal that the island suddenly appeared. Garma explained to the little gnome.

At the same time, there was a look of deep sympathy for the little dwarf on his face: "Since the appearance of this island, as long as the creatures that have been on this island have been cursed by an invisible curse, they will suddenly die in a month or something. ”

Suddenly, countless *** rushed through Modo's heart, not to mention that Medusa at home was not saved, and he was inexplicably tricked, he asked with the last hope: "Is there no way to lift this curse?"

In the little dwarf's expectant eyes, the mermaid Jiama shook her head: "According to the analysis of the high priest of our clan, the origin of these curses should be derived from the power of the ancient gods that overflowed from the seal, and this magical power is our current spell, which cannot be purified and eliminated at all. ”

"But thank you very much, great warrior, that at least you can let us poor people die a dignified death, and even taste such a delicious delicacy. After finishing speaking, the mermaid Jiama couldn't help but playfully lick the dim sum residue at the corner of her mouth.

Modo ignored the mermaid's seductive movements, and at the same time, even the Naga troops who were eyeing him outside of Rich, sat directly on the ground, and forced himself into a state of inner vision, checking whether there was any obvious abnormality in his body.

Thanks to the internal vision ability he gained after entering the innate realm, Modo began to carefully feel the situation in various parts of his body, and after combing back and forth in his body twice, he finally found something wrong in the hidden place under the liver.

A small piece of mist the size of a finger is firmly attached to it like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

After making sure that he had indeed fallen under this strange curse, Modo's face turned pale, and at this time, the opposite Naga troops parted a passage, and a female Naga walked along the passage to the front of the troops.

It is extremely rare for this Naga to still carry a full set of elven ornaments, and the staff in his hand is also the style of the elven empire, which can be soaked in seawater for so long and has not been transformed, and he knows that it is not ordinary at a glance.

With an extremely arrogant tone, the female Naga spoke: "It's actually a little dwarf, I haven't seen a dwarf on the continent for thousands of years, so for the sake of my beautiful memories of the past, as long as you hand over these mermaids, I can allow you to die without pain." ”

"Lao Tzu Sun, your grandmother's mouth, when you are a grandfather, I am scared, and I have the ability for you to rush to the island. It was the distraught Modo who immediately scolded back, completely forgetting the original plan to get in touch with these Nagas and get the route map.

The Naga leader trembled, presumably she had never been humiliated so much, and she screamed loudly, "Bring those fish-man slave troops, I'm going to cut off this dwarf's tongue." ”

Then the Naga warriors dodged again, and from behind them they all brought a group of so-called fish-man slave warriors, even though Modo was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, he was still stunned by these strange-looking fishmen.

These fish-men are all women, if you don't look at the heads of these fish-men, these nearly 1,000 fish-people are all excellent women with extremely hot bodies, plus they just hold seaweed in the critical parts of their bodies and wrap them indiscriminately, which is even more amazingly tempting.

But if the devil's figure was paired with a terrifying fanged fish head, Modo would almost want to vomit out last night's overnight meal.

"These traitors, thinking that they would be able to live a better life by taking refuge in these naga, turned out not to be used as slave troops. The mermaid Garma gritted her teeth behind Modo, and from her tone, Modo could even feel that the disgust and hatred for these fish people was even heavier than for the Naga.

Modo looked back at her, then at the Fish-Man, and felt like a sun husky in his heart again, one with a perfect upper body and the other with a perfect lower body, but why couldn't the two be combined?