Pablo gave the time of the fish-man attack at midnight, but since half past nine in the evening, the weather over the port of Chardo has changed drastically, and although sudden changes in the climate are common in the harbor city, the torrential rain that has changed from the reflection of the stars to the advance of the storm in just twenty minutes still proves that this is not normal.

The psykers in the player have already noticed the strangeness of this rain, but their current spell casting level is not counterproductive, and they can only stick to their assigned combat area in the rain, which should be glad that they have at least a shelter from the wind and rain in the city for the first time.

However, before the joy was over, an even more exaggerated storm enveloped the entire port area.

The terrible wind blew and the rain made the climate and environment so complicated that even vampires could not take to the air to fight, and the tide outside the harbor rose rapidly, and within ten minutes it had not crossed the pier of the harbor.

There was no need for a warning, and all the players and the halflings on the battlefield knew that the Fishman was coming.

The first wave of these Abyssal Barbarians unfolded in the sweep of the lightning storm, and the strangely dressed Abysswalkers of the Great Gon Esoteric Sect stepped on the waves, calling for the convergence of psionic energy in the posture of a subspace version of the Tidal Sea Spirit, in the croaking fish-man language.

The blinding lightning of the storm fell, and several walking machines deployed by the halfling in the front position were paralyzed in a single flash.

The originally brightly lit dock area also dimmed at this moment, and the morale of the halflings plummeted without the lighting of the gas lamp, and the terrible rain invasion made it impossible for their city defense artillery to aim at all.

The rumbling sound of cannon echoed, but the scattered spots meant that they were just emboldening themselves in this way.

The players deployed in the front position have already noticed that something is wrong, and they will shout out the evil deeds of the development team in the player channel, and the game information on the forum clearly says that the fish-man is very weak! But if you look at the way people in front of you use the high-level spell lightning storm to open the way, this is called weakness?

This manifestation alone is almost the same as that of a gnoll, right?

The only difference is that the gnolls use meteorite spells, while the fishmen in front of them summon storms and thunderbolts.

"The fishmen are up! They hide in the water! Brothers, get ready to fire! ”

On the rooftop of the dock area port authority, the three fish-touching brothers who were guarding here immediately warned after noticing the black guy rushing out of the water, and then the sniper fired the first shot with paid fishing.

The precisely calibrated Mosin Nagant made a still-crisp sound on a rainy night, knocking down the fish-man vanguard with its strange beast bone banner.

The good news is that the individual strength of the fish-people is indeed weak, and ordinary bullets can pierce their bodies.

The bad news is that these guys are just the vanguard of the first wave of tentative attacks in numbers everywhere the tide goes.

"Blanch!"

Paid to eat fish cursed, threw his hunting weapon back into his bag, pulled out the blood vulture claw with his backhand and began to pull the trigger on the hideous monster surging in front of him in the stormy night, and the piercing sound made the fastest wave of fishmen roll over and fall, but the lightning arrows smashed from behind also made Brother Bing enter shock paralysis.

The mustard idiot beside him held up the big shield in time to resist the poisonous arrows that followed, and the others hurriedly pulled the fish eater back, and the prodigal brother carried the iron fist missile and came down in a wave, and in the loud sound of the firelight, the paid fish eater held the hand on the detonator and pressed down fiercely.

A second later, a line of fire ignited along the center of the No. 1 Trestle on Port Authority Road, and was detonated by a bomb planted in advance, shaking the ground on the front line.

"Fire bombardment, target ahead! Put! ”

Happy Sticks waved their flails on the rear positions.

In the clearing behind him, a hundred small canisters had been set up, and explosive grenades were fired in front of them as the newcomers were hurriedly loaded.

The storm was blowing, and the halflings were shocked by the sight of the sea tumbling, which was already showing signs of rout, but the players were still in the midst of lightning and thunder.

They fought in an orderly manner according to the original plan, constantly depleting the enemy's living force with various explosives before they could enter the contact range.

They've just defeated the Jackals of the Black Plague and slain the Savage God, and the Fishmen may be powerful, but not enough to make a difference in the player's locked morale.

However, the sheer number of fish people did exceed the player's expectations, and when the Cylinder Boys reached the fourth round, the lightning storm that was released with precision exploded over the fire point, and the dazzling thunder swept across the battlefield in a sweeping manner.

It was impossible to avoid the electrical energy transmission in this kind of majestic rain, so this fire point was reimbursed in the lightning that fell from the sky.

The Fish-Man advances extremely quickly.

Without grenade suppression, they were pushed in front of the Happy Stick in a matter of minutes, the barbed wire blocking some of the fishmen, but more black monsters slumped in the rain and slaughtered the heavily armed warriors.

The guys let out a piercing howl, trying to intimidate the players into fleeing in this way.

It's a pity that they responded to a more resolute bullet storm, the three hundred people of the Scarlet Hammer Scythe Regiment led by the happy stick held a salvo of blood vulture claws caused terrifying damage at this close range, this guild is synonymous with the elite of players, and Qin Ye's intention in putting them here is to resist the impact of the fishmen.

Brother Bang and his brothers also held it very steadily, and after emptying two magazines in a row, they replaced it with a trench gun with a larger caliber and more terrifying scatter damage under the command of the Tiger and Panther Riders, and then followed the thirty winged cavalry led by Happy Stick to launch a melee battle.

The hussars formed a battle formation to control the speed in the rainstorm and charged continuously, and the elites who followed behind in a group of five launched a resolute counter-charge with heavy shields + trench guns + explosives, and easily defeated the fishmen who rushed in front of them, but before these players could catch their breath, the black pressed fishmen attacked again.

This time they also brought some strange sea beasts with them.

Giant crabs, ferocious sea snakes, octopuses crawling up the docks that have been flooded, and heavily armored dragon turtles filled with fish-man spear-throwers and abyss-walkers, are these "behemoth units" in the Wave Fishman camp?

The storm was blowing more and more violently, and the sea was still rising, and soon it was submerged to the point that even the hussars could not charge, and Brother Bang and his brothers could continue to fight, but the change of terrain forced them to retreat aggrievedly.

The fishmen in the water are more ferocious, but players are sure to drown if they are dragged into the water.

This is simply an unsolvable method of warfare.

Lao Qin, who had been paying attention to the situation in the war zone, realized the other party's intentions, although the fish people could not set off a storm to engulf the entire port of Chardor, but they could push the tide to rise to disrupt the situation in the city and create a chance for their fellow gnolls outside the city to break the enemy.

Once the player's defense in the port area fails, the fish-men who rush into the city can feast on it.

Lao Qin immediately started the calculation orb and planned to contact the various units on the battlefield, but unsurprisingly found that the psionic communication was interfered with by the abyss walkers of the Dagon Esoteric Sect, he pursed his lips, grabbed the walkie-talkie placed next to him and shook it vigorously twice, grabbed the earpiece and said to the other side in his ear:

"Can you take to the skies?"

"No, Qin Ye, this kind of storm intensity will blow the airship away, this is the biggest shortcoming of the airship, its ability to resist the environment is too poor."

The temporary commander of the three armed airships in Translancia responded very helplessly:

"Unless the brothers take out the Eye of the Storm Ritual hidden under the sea on the other side, the airship force will not be able to provide fire support."

"We don't even know where the other party's caster is, do we want to use missiles to blow them up? We don't have this kind of thing in our hands, and the underwater environment is an absolute shortcoming of the current player system, so let's explain the situation to the rear. ”

Lao Qin sighed and said:

"Aren't there Atlanta sharks near Port Chardo? Ask them to find a way to interfere with each other's Storm Rituals, or ask Lady Triss to come over and counteract with a spell. The fish people are changing the terrain of the battlefield! Now that a third of the dock area is submerged, and then retreat to the port area, and all the positions we have set up will be finished. ”

"I'll report the situation immediately."

Soy Milk Bai reverted back and cut off the communication, and then more orders were sent to the players guarding the various places, and Lao Qin asked them to retreat when the position was about to be submerged, and asked the players to be ready to fight in the street fight with the Fishman army in the port area.

"Five pairs of wheels! Take people to take over all the nearby batteries, the halflings are too slow to fire shells, which will not support at all. I never thought I'd miss Colonel Fraser's artillery support one day, but the plantagenet was pretty good. ”

Lao Qin lifted his chainsaw sword and yelled at the adjutant.

The five pairs of wheels that had been preparing for a long time immediately rushed out with a group of professionals, and after a few minutes, the firing frequency of the temporary batteries erected around was significantly higher, but this was still far from the fire support that Lao Qin wanted.

"All the Blood Vulture players are here to assemble in the rear!"

Lao Qin's order was quickly transmitted to the front line, and when he was standing on the top of a flooded house, he kept throwing "Psionic Version: Hao Fire Extinguished" downward, and when he heard this order, he knew what Qin Ye was going to do.

He turned back to the student party behind him and complained:

"I thought that with the airship, we, the 'bombarders', would be able to retire, but I didn't expect that we would have to go out at a critical moment, ah, the last time I bombed with a bomb on my back was a long time ago, and I still miss it a little if I think about it carefully."

"Let's go!"

Ah Ru shook off the war knife stained with the green blood of the fish-man in his hand, flapped his wings and took off with difficulty in the wind, and glanced at the dock area under the dark night.

The rapidly rising tide had already submerged the legs of ordinary people, and the fish-people were constantly washing the surroundings with the current.

Just like a battlefield under a flood, all positions there were forced to abandon, and in the increasingly ferocious rainstorm, players kept moving through the rear positions, and everyone present was drenched in soup on the ground illuminated by thunder from time to time.

Embarrassed

Seriously, before the real opening of the film with the fishman, no one could have imagined that the Huanghuang Army, who had defeated the Black Plague, could be embarrassed to this point in the wind and rain.

It has been proved that no matter how good the individual on the battlefield is, he can't deal with those hanging walls that will tear the card, and a change of terrain will make the attack and defense of both sides change the situation.

"Blanch! Now that we've mastered the skies and land, it's time to head to the ocean, and then we'll see how we slaughter these fishmen. ”

When the vampires landed in the command area where Lao Qin was, Pigeon Bao was still complaining there, and the other vampire players nodded and felt that Pigeon Bo was right, and today's battle was really a little aggrieved.

"Brothers and sisters, there is also a war on the outer side of the city, and the gnolls are attacking the city walls under the cover of the storm of the fish people, and they are nullifying our firepower advantage in this way, and the situation over there is very serious, which means that we probably have no support in the port area."

Old Qin, with a serious face, rushed out and shouted to the vampires in front of him in the heavy rain:

"The halfling lords have contacted the mermen, and they have promised to disperse the Storm Ritual of the Fishmen as much as possible from the rear, but before they can succeed, I need you to replicate the previous bombing tactics, and there are enough light incendiary bombs here.

Take them to attack the fish-men in the docklands and slow them down. ”

"Leave it to us! We will set the sea on fire!! ”

Xiao Wei Ming raised his weapon and shouted loudly, and this majestic declaration was immediately echoed by the players, but now the storm is getting bigger and bigger, making it difficult for the vampires to control their flight trajectory at high altitudes, which means that they will have to use dangerous low-altitude bombs, and the strong long-range power of the fishmen makes the danger of this bombing operation skyrocket.

However, Lao Qin did not explain this.

It's not that he's dark, it's that he knows very well that players won't back down because of this difficulty, they will think it's cool.

Well, a lot of the time, cool equals dangerous, no matter what world you're in, and it's undoubtedly a dangerous game, but players are having a lot of fun with it.

While the vampires were struggling to take to the air with light bombs, the members of the Hymn of Allegiance Guild were trapped on the rooftop of the docklands Harbor Authority, and the tide below had flooded the first floor of the port area, turning the highlands into islands in the middle of the country.

At this point, there was no way to retreat.

The water on all sides is full of climbing fishmen, and more than 20 players have set up a temporary position in the center of the rooftop, constantly firing on all sides to consume the fishmen's attack, and before the battle, the three-pound sweet potato roast that is full of confidence will grit its teeth and shoot bullets in front while scolding.

His three brothers were dragged into the water by the fish-men during the retreat just now, and the one who died was terrible.

"Fuck those bastards!"

Sweet Potato Yaki scolded and grabbed a bundle of grenades and pulled out the latch, and when a large group of fishmen climbed up from the front, he threw the thing over.

The roaring flames blasted the twisted monsters apart, but before Potato Burn could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge Fishman Overseer holding two Coral War Knives leapt out of the water, landed in the blood, roared in front of Sweet Potato Burn's eyes, and inadvertently posed a rather powerful pose.

This was a provocation, but also to convey its piety to the "Father of Fish", and then, in the next second, it was shattered in place by the flying iron fist missile.

Sweet Potato Grill didn't even glance at the Fish-Man Overseer.

He's going to be busy to death.

Although more than two dozen elite players fended off in a cluster, running out of bullets meant they would soon be in the middle of a melee battle with the Gordons.

"We can't get out, and we probably have to explain here tonight."

The panting prodigal brother inserted his last magazine into the claws of the blood vulture, glanced at the empty ammunition box at his feet, and shrugged his shoulders and said to Mr. Sweet Potato Yao and Ziwei beside him:

"I'm afraid this is the most meaningless death ever, no matter how many fishmen we replace here, we can't change the reality that the dock area is about to be submerged, and the submerging tactics of these dogs are too bad."

"That's someone's racial talent, just like you can't forbid vampires to fly, your skills are not as good as people, there's nothing to say."

Crape myrtle can see it.

He put the decisive wine in his chest, looked up again at the fire behind him that had exploded in the storm, and said:

"The vampires are starting to bomb, this black light is blinding, they need a coordinate, give! University student. ”

The professional shoved a flare gun into the sweet potato burner and said:

"When we're dead or a vampire is near, we'll shoot this thing into the sky and direct them to bomb it here."

"! The Kraken is coming, brothers, beware! ”

Mr. Ziwei's advice was interrupted by a scream from the paid fish, and he stood up with a steel helmet and saw an octopus tentacle full of suction cups poking out of the water, and then swept towards their position like a whip.

The mustard idiot was still firing at the tentacle, but in the next second, like a tabletop cleaning master, a dozen people on the entire rooftop were swept out by the tentacles, along with nearly a hundred fishmen.

Sweet potato burning, who was lying on the ground in advance, escaped the catastrophe, but when he got up, the other brothers on the rooftop were already overwhelmed by the fish people who swarmed up.

The college student gritted his teeth and pulled out the halberd behind his back and swept towards the fish-man in all directions, but after a few seconds, he saw a giant black octopus sea monster poking its head out of the water in front of him, and the eyes full of viciousness were staring at his location, and the three tentacles had been raised to completely kill the little bug.

"Look at Nima!"

The sweet potato burned to death, but he was not afraid and let out a war cry with red eyes.

A second before being pounced on and eaten by the fish-men who pounced on all sides, the creature raised his hand and shot the flare into the sky.

"Whoosh"

The red flare flew into the storm of the night sky, and the lit crimson light illuminated the eyes of the sweet potato.

He was dragged and thrown to the ground by the fishmen, the ugly creatures were frantically biting at him, and the sea monster raised its tentacles to destroy the building, and the sweet potatoes burned the ugly heads of the fishmen.

But at the moment before the line was broken, in the crimson streamer illuminated by the signal flare, he clearly saw a small man carrying a large aerial bomb on his back and swooping down from the sky in a swooping attitude in the crazy blowing storm.

"Kill it! Little Potato, this is my last assist, and I'll take care of the rest! ”

The roar before the explosion of the devouring divine power dissipated in the sound of the storm, and I don't know if Xiao Wei Ming heard it. But a few seconds later, the scene of a fire rising into the sky in the storm and the sea monster's painful roar and whimper seemed to indicate that the tyranny of sweet potato roast had been sensed by Little Potato.

Well, there's a good chance I did.

Hey, for the sake of your kid's death so heroically, my mother won't pursue you calling me "little potato".

(End of chapter)