Time pushed forward an hour, in the deepest part of the Fish-Man Sea, even close to the shore of Dalong Island, several fish-men with magic staff were waiting quietly, most of the fish-people's staffs were actually primitive magic wood, completely unenchanted, except for the natural bonus to the mana recovery speed, it could only be used as a crutch.

But the two fishmen standing in the front are completely different, not only the silver-white fish scales on their bodies shimmer with magical colors in the moonlight, but the staff in their hands is also more exquisite, the head of the staff is inlaid with a blue gem the size of a perennial man's fist, and the simple magic pattern is wrapped around the staff with the gem as the source point.

Seven or eight fish-men stayed quietly on the shore until the lake not far away began to bubble white, and the other fish-men except for the silver-scaled fish-man began to involuntarily whisper strange noises, but after a silver-scaled fish-man in front of him suddenly looked back at the fish-man behind him, the team immediately returned to quiet.

Just a short moment after the sound of the fish-man team sounded, a terrifying and hideous huge head covered with green scales began to appear in an area where white bubbles floated, and then the head began to slowly rise, neck, shoulders, hands...

Eventually, dragging its long tail, a five-meter-tall beast appeared in front of the fishmen, which was even higher than that of humans, and in the eyes of many fishmen, it was necessary to look up completely to see each other's heads.

With a slight wave of the staff, the fish-man behind him was in a bit of a commotion, and a silver-scaled fishman looked up at the beast.

"Honorable Lord, welcome to Lake Dronmere, I hope the water here is comfortable for you!" After glancing at the other man's hideous face, the fishman bowed and said, although his voice was hoarse, but his words were very clear, and it was a standard Gusaras.

"Fishmen, this little pond is too small!" After landing on the shore, he casually glanced at the group of fishmen, and the giant beasts did not stop at them, but gazed at the outline of the castle not far away.

"My lord, this is just a small lake after all, and naturally it cannot be compared to the vast endless sea. The silver-scaled fishman bowed respectfully again and whispered.

"Hmph! Vaskir is bigger than here!" with a soft snort, the beast finally turned to the fish-man, but did not speak again, as if thinking about something.

"My lord, I don't know if my clan's request has been granted, the treasure of my clan..."Seeing that the giant beast was silent, the other silver-scaled fishman spoke, his voice far louder than the one at the beginning, and even a little immature female voice.

"Fish-man, you must know that you have already dedicated it to Your Majesty a thousand years ago!" the hideous head turned to the silver-scaled fishman who opened its mouth, and the giant beast roared, a mouthful of uneven fangs glinting coldly in the moonlight.

"Orlanchir!" a deep female voice suddenly came out of the water, and the giant beast turned its head sharply to look at the lake, the huge trident in its hand stuck on the ground, and bowed its head respectfully.

"Your Excellency?"

"Give them something!" another voice came from the water, but there was no shadow at all.

"Yes" The giant beast shook its head, looked back at the fish-man, and a huge black pillar suddenly appeared in its hand, with a length of almost ten meters and a cross-section of a one-meter radius, even the giant beast was holding it with some difficulty.

"Touch!" slammed the pillar into the ground, and the beast picked up the trident that had been stuck on the side, turned to the fish-man and remained silent.

"This is the only time, Your Majesty's favor for Amira is not unlimited, old fishman!"

The sound in the water suddenly sounded, and then the giant beast knocked on the pillar, and a layer of black oil began to quickly detach, and the original appearance of the pillar was revealed, and all corners of the pillar engraved with colorful magic patterns densely covered the entire pillar, and under the refraction of the moonlight, even some runes began to activate, spontaneously shining.

"Totem pole! The totem pole of our people!" The silver-scaled fishman who spoke first slowly stroked the huge totem pole, and the ordinary fishman behind him was completely prostrate on the ground the moment the totem pole appeared.

"Remember, you won't be allowed to contact Amira in the future!" the voice in the water came out again, but the volume had begun to subside in the second half of the time, and it seemed that the person who spoke was rapidly leaving the fishing area.

"What a bunch of turtles!" glanced contemptuously at the old silver-scaled fishman who was still stroking the totem pole, and the giant beast shook its head, turning around and swimming into the lake without looking back.

"Grandpa..."

Although when the totem pole was revealed, the other silver-scaled fishman also looked at the totem pole obsessively, but after hearing the words of the man in the water, he immediately looked at the old silver-scaled fishman in surprise, but he didn't say anything, until the giant beast was far away from her, and then hesitated to say to the old fishman who was still obsessively stroking the totem pole.

"Eyal, this is your sister's fate, we—" The old fishman finally let go of his hand stroking the totem pole, looked at his granddaughter sadly, and then looked in the direction of the castle with a shocked expression.

"Brother!" the young Silver Scale on the side also looked in the direction of the castle in shock.

"Whew!" the old fishman slammed his staff into the totem pole, and a thunderbolt thicker than it formed from the totem pole and slashed directly at the castle.

After releasing the thunder, the old silver-scaled fishman burst out with blood-red light in his eyes, his claws rested on the totem pole, and a terrifying thunderbolt fell from the sky and smashed directly on the totem pole, and the entire totem pole began to burn, but the old fishman within the range of the flame was not damaged at all, but the momentum became more and more majestic.

Pulling up the young silver-scaled fish-man lying on the ground in pain, the old fish-man staff slammed the ground, and a red light began to envelop a large sea of fish-people, and the fish-men within the red light began to burst out with a more rapid speed, roaring and desperately charging towards the castle.

"Whew!" a huge roar roared out of the old fish-man's mouth, making the fish-man sea roll and roar even more, and the fish-man under the city wall began to superimpose on each other desperately.

"For the Horde?!"

The young silver-scaled fishman who was supported by the old fish-man looked at the crazy fish-man sea in a trance, muttering with Gusaras, and then the scarlet in his eyes also began to flash red...

Looking at the totem pole that had moved to the square, Kelrith turned out bitterness in his mouth, under normal circumstances, the safety of the totem pole was even more important than the existence of the entire race. After so many years of strangulation by human beings, the fish people have also become accustomed to the totem pole from the beginning of the totem pole to the later totem pole to protect the rear of the totem, the fish-man tribe with heavy casualties is not terrible, and even the young and strong are dead, it doesn't matter, after a few spring and autumn, countless newborn fish-people will fill the entire tribe, but once a fish-man tribe loses its totem pole, the shamanic heritage of the entire tribe will suffer a heavy blow, the fish-man tribe without a shaman is a beast group, and the fish-man tribe with a shaman is the true wisdom of the group.

But now, this fish-man tribe that suddenly set up a totem pole that has not appeared for thousands of years has begun to use totem poles to open the way like the primeval fish-men, looking completely desperate.

As long as the totem pole is closer, the entire castle will be covered by the spells of the fishman shaman hidden in the sea of fishmen, God knows how strong these fishman shamans are under the amplification of the totem pole, but the thunder just now alone is not at all what Kelrith resists at close range.

"Can't let the totem pole get any closer!" Barov's female mage whispered to Kyris as she looked at the totem pole in the distance, also looking at the totem pole in the distance.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the middle-level mage also knew the danger of the totem pole, but now the entire fish-man sea was almost centered on this pillar, densely surrounding it, even if he didn't perceive it, he also knew that all the fish-man shamans were definitely not around the totem pole, with the increase of the totem pole, without the strength of a reorganized field regiment, it was impossible to charge against this force, at least the middle-level mage would not dare.

"Miss Barov, tell me now what exactly you did to them, otherwise, I will leave with my people immediately, you should know that I have this ability!" Silently looking at the slowly moving totem pole, Kerryth suddenly turned his head to stare at the female mage.

"I caught two silver-scaled fishmen...", looking at the middle-level mage with a gloomy face, the female mage finally uttered a sentence.

"Silver scales..."The mid-level mage turned his head to look at the totem pole not far away.

"Dead?"

"Dead!"

Hearing this, Kyrryth's face became even more gloomy, just like there are royal races in the human race, different beast groups, especially those races with a long heritage, may give birth to their own royal families, and unlike the kings of the human race, relying on power and order to rule the country on the basis of strength, these non-human royal families rely on pure strength and completely crush the power of their own clans, so they are crowned with the title of royal family.

The silver-scaled fish-man, Kelreth also saw a description of it in some ancient books managed by Dalaran's big library, this kind of fish-man royal family that has appeared since the primeval period, almost at the same time as the primeval night elves appeared in this world, when it was strong, it once established a huge undersea fish-man empire, but it seems that this empire did not exist for long before it collapsed, and the silver-scaled fish-man began to become more and more rare, at least in the northern continent, there is almost no specific record of it.

"Shaman, you really want to kill you to the death! You are not afraid of losing this last totem pole! Aren't you afraid of the complete extinction of your race!" The mid-level mage looked at the female mage with a twinkle in his eyes, turned his head and pressed his staff to his throat, and when the mage's voice sounded, the entire square reverberated in the ancient Salas language of Kelses.

"You've taken over our homeland!" the old Gusaras spoke, and to the beat of a rousing drum, a short silver figure finally appeared in Kelrith's gaze.

"And took my son!"

The silver-scaled fishman shaman held a totem pole in one hand and a staff in the other, and the blue gem on the head of the staff emitted a dazzling glow.

"Just now... Killed my only grandson again!" This time the old fisherman did not roar loudly, but bent slightly in pain like a lonely old man, and roared in a low voice that only he could hear, but the other silver-scaled fishman on the side stared at the castle with scarlet eyes when he heard this, and the silver fishman holding the staff became more and more transparent, and he could even see the veins inside in the moonlight.

"Now, you dare to threaten my tribe!"

Looking up at the castle suddenly, the old silver-scaled fishman's spiritual power turned into an iron plate, directly crossed the Ru wall, and pressed on the head of Kelryth, which immediately made the middle-level mage suddenly lower his head, and took a few steps back with some unsteady.

"Whew!"

Kelris, who was dizzy for a while by the old fisherman's mental power, held on to his staff to stabilize his retreating figure, but there was already a desolate and crazy fish-man roar in his ears, and then, a yellow lightning bolt struck the castle, and the entire Keldarron's castle began to tremble violently, this time the shaking was not at all like the last time, not only the amplitude of the amplitude had begun to shake the foundation of some castles, but what was more terrifying was that it lasted for more than five minutes and did not stop.

The body floated slightly, and after the middle-level mage added a levitation to himself, he raised his staff and began to chant the incantation, but only at the beginning, an arm-thick lightning bolt slashed over, and Kelseth had no choice but to stop casting, propping up the burning energy armor on the robe, and began to release some low-level instantaneous spells to support the mercenaries on the edge of the Ru Wall.

However, the situation is becoming more and more critical, more and more fishmen began to run into the city wall, it should be that the crazy fishmen have raised the corpses of the fishmen to a sufficient height, many mercenary captains have been unable to hold on, in desperation, Keerreth glanced at Kiel beside him, the shadow man nodded slightly, and his figure gradually faded.

But not long after the shadow man disappeared, the middle-level mage's body shook suddenly, and he bent down in pain, just now there were at least five or more second-order fishman shamans who used their spiritual power to impact his spiritual power source, originally with the blessing of the totem, the second-order fishman shaman was already on par with the third-order in terms of pure spiritual power, plus the other party completely gave up the backhand defense, and directly rushed all his spiritual power to the middle-level mage, which immediately made Kelreth hit, although he immediately reacted and protected the source of spiritual power, but he was also traumatized, and he couldn't speak in pain for a while, and it happened to be at the moment when the middle-level mage bent over his forehead, a bolt of lightning silently fell from the sky and slashed towards the mid-level mage.