——Ah my psychopath.

Lin grabbed Ulala tightly and ran out with it.

In fact, she had just recalled the situation carefully along the way, and was a little confused about why she fell into this situation - they and the guy behind them were both victims of Lord Gudu? The inmate who promised to go together for the rest of his life? But it was because she found that it was a little bit special mud, so it was necessary to pursue it so relentlessly? Haven't you seen mud that runs away? Why is it that he would never give up until he chopped her into scum?

"Over there!"

While thinking about it, Lin took the time to identify the next direction. The forest diagonally opposite was exactly where they came from. As long as he rushed over and entered the dense forest, Ulala's familiarity with the local area should be easily escaped.

Ulala immediately adjusted her direction, and a fishman sprinted toward the point where her tentacles were directed.

"Doug."

A cold female voice suddenly rang from behind them.

Lin Lin sank, feeling something wrong for no reason. Before she could stop, she heard a dull sound - she bumped into something.

Or they bumped into something.

The jungle stopped in front of them - no, they stopped. Just as they were about to enter the jungle, someone set up a huge, transparent magic wall in this direction, blocking them in place.

"Dirty guy."

Igna stood twenty positions away from them with a cold face.

——Acquaintances.

Lin An sighed. What she should have thought of was that the guy who caused her to lose the grade was following behind him, so naturally his accomplices could not be far away.

"Bring it to me," the female mage ordered.

"As for your instructions."

On the wall protection, the fishman's eyes were spinning rapidly and his limbs were constantly struggling. Obviously, he did not expect this situation.

"Don't struggle." Two steps away, the blonde priest smiled as if he was particularly kind and explained patiently. He seemed not worried that the creature in front of him would not understand what he said, "The light-based magic has a restraining effect on the evil abyss creatures. You hit the Holy Guard Wall but did not dissolve immediately - it proved that it was not so evil, but it was impossible to escape."

While explaining, the fishman tore off the guard wall and then removed it. Of course, it was not necessary to forget to tie it up with a clean rope. Unexpectedly, the abyss creature did not struggle or resist, as if it was particularly quiet.

very nice.

Doug thought. The fishman was more interesting here than he expected - he could understand his words and distinguish the situation. If Igna finishes handling it later, he has to see if he can ask her to come over and study it carefully.

"Isn't it done yet? Doug." Igna urged impatiently, "bring it over to me. No, just stand there and stay away from me."

The mud-covered fishman carried her sword on her back and stumbled on the ground in a funny way. It looked like a big stain, and it was annoying no matter how you looked at it.

She watched Douglas put the dirty stuff ten far away from her, then reservedly lifted the hood covering her head, revealing her face hidden underneath.

She wanted to see what dirty thing was that it had the courage to move her badge and treasure.

Igna circled around the fishman before finding the guy's front - she could only see through the black and white fish eyes, where the face of this thing was. Ah, her badge and sword were actually inserted into the mud bark by it. Seeing the mud bark on the handle, her hand that had just reached out had to be retracted.

"Damn it." Igna couldn't help but curse, knowing that she never swears in front of people before, "Where did you put other things?"

The fishman looked at her blankly with his dull eyes.

"Silly?" Igna subconsciously touched her waist. It was no longer her original storage bag, but Doug Xin gave her. It contained some melee weapons that could be used to defend herself, including a whip made of ground dragon tendons, and the same texture as the two guys in front of her - very flexible, and the more you struggle, the tighter you tighter your prey.

The mage rubbed the whip in his hand and whipped it hard. However, when he saw the dirty and yellow mud on the fishman's body, his subordinates were unstable and slid to the ground beside him, splashing a few pieces of gravel.

"Igna..." Doug hesitated, "Do you want me to do it?"

"No, I'm going to interrogate this dirty thing myself." Igna insisted, threatening fiercely at the fishman, "Seeing the stones next to you, if you don't call them out, I'll make your fate the same as it. Did you hear?"

In her imagination, she should be extremely majestic at this moment, and her speech was as loud as a queen.

However, probably because of insufficient drilling, the moment she made a harsh statement, she clearly felt that the air around her was a little stagnant.

Doug's expression was a little subtle, the fishman's eyes stopped turning, and I wonder if it was her illusion, the mud wrapped around her sword slightly undulating.

"Cough." Doug broke the deadlock with a voice.

"Have you heard it?" Igna raised her voice, "Where are the other things? If you don't hand it over, we have a thousand ways to cure you."

"Gu." (Okay.)

A little familiar, the sound of response sounded like an illusion from the fish man - but the fish man clearly didn't speak.

Then she saw the mud on the fishman's back suddenly flowing down like saliva, like a mollusk, slipping out of the bonds in an extremely soft and flexible posture, rolling into a bumpy block of soil on one side. Naturally, the bonds that were originally on the fishman's body were so loose that they could no longer be loose.

The fishman leader easily got rid of the earth dragon tendons that tied him up, picked up the rope with one hand and put it on his arm at a dazzling speed, and snatched the mud with the other hand and ran away.

Almost at the same time, a sword wind slashed hard at its original position, awakening the stunned mage.

"Statu!" Igna was furious, "Stop them for me!"

The last time she suffered a loss from the Fishman, she knew that if she entered the jungle, she and Doug would be unable to keep up with the offensive rhythm of Statu due to lack of mobility.

The other party obviously knew this, and after avoiding Statu's first attack, he rushed towards the direction of the dense forest without hesitation, carrying the golden sword of shining gold.

Her badge!

"Let's follow."

Seeing that the things that were about to come back ran away again, she no longer cared about the burden or not, so she gave Doug and herself a floating technique and chased after him steadily.

It’s not a good thing to chase people, and the guy being chased is really not much better.

Ulala's speed is quite good, but the toughness of the guys chasing behind him is really beyond their imagination. The warrior takes a mage who recovers the main attack and catches up with them almost sooner or later.

Maybe a fish in Ulala can escape, but she is carrying such a mud...

"How about you find a blind spot to stick me up?" Lin suggested.

"It's okay, Lord Puji," Ulala couldn't see her expression, and she couldn't hear too much nervousness in her voice. "This is our territory. It's going to be done soon."

Before Lin could understand what it means to be fine immediately, Ulala had already opened her mouth and made a loud shout: "Wu——Lalamulala——”

——The fishman leader’s skill “battle cry” calls on his own fishman to gather and increase their attack power in a short time.

The harsh shouts echoed in the forest, and soon, the sound of horns sounded heavily, as if echoing.

Then a rustling sound came from all directions. But in a blink of an eye, the forest ahead of them was already full of fishman warriors. They hid among the leaves and behind the vines, raised the bone arrows and spears in their hands, aimed at the rushing enemies, waiting for them to enter the range of attack.

Lin was stunned for a moment, a slight, strange feeling passed by his heart.

However, before she could tell what it was, the leader of the fishman had already shouted "Ula" and called on his companions to launch an attack.

"Wait, no!" She suddenly stretched out her tentacles and grabbed the aquatic plants on Ulala's body, letting it hide behind a tree, "Let them stop quickly! No, let them go!"

"Master Puji?"

"Attack range! The attack range is not right! They are farther away."

As if to verify her judgment, a bright ball of fire fell from the sky and landed directly in front of them, flaming the jungle in front of them, including the mermaid hidden inside, which was roasted into charcoal before even humming. Before the fishman Ula Ula was dispersed, another ball was immediately - more explosive than before. The flames floated away at the moment of landing, turning all the living things they touched into black and gray.

"Let them fall apart!"

"Rawu—"

This time, Ulala did not question Lin's point of view anymore, and a reverse whistle made the tribesmen evacuate quickly.

However, this time was obviously very different from the previous evacuation. The fish people turned around and ran for a few steps before stopping. The leading few of them shouted back at Ulala.

Lin understood, which meant he was stopped.

——The priest’s wall protection.

She looked in the direction she came and saw that the other party had slowed down. Even the original Statu, who was rushing in front, chose to stand on the side of the two mages and make a defensive formation, as if she was quite afraid of the fish people's actions.

Choose defense at this time? Obviously they are advantages?

What's wrong with her intuition?

The fishman in front was also shouting in Ulaura, as if uneasy.

The air instantly calmed down because of the surround and confrontation, and almost at the same time, Lin sensitively felt something moving - it was not the wind, but the more sensitive and untouchable thing.

If she has experienced more systematic learning and experience in this world, she will know that it is actually a fluctuation of magic.

But Lin didn't know.

Before this, all her experiences and techniques were more similar to a theory. The feeling of touching the magic "self" in detail like this was quite strange to her.

However, hundreds of battles in another world, another more illusory dimension have made her temper with intuition.

She felt the air trembling rhythmically, in a regular, unspeakable way, and with this vibration, she could feel something gathering rapidly in the same direction, with amazing heat.

——It is a magic, but not any attack magic she knows. It is more like a magic absorbing - someone is accumulating magic power in the form of a silent spell to prepare for attack magic.

She made a judgment almost the first time.

"Aim! Use your every shot to aim at that mage!" She stretched out all her tentacles and pointed in the direction of the female mage, "Hurry up, speed, use all your strength!"

The leader of the fishman was instructed to climb up the branch a few times, lifted up the mud high, and slowly leaned backwards in the direction of the mage, bent into a bow.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

The non-existent heart seemed to be beating wildly, bringing a feeling of difficulty breathing - she rubbed the fine teeth in her mouth hard and felt a faint smell of mud - and there was a trace of undeniable, long-lost excitement.

The female mage probably wanted to prepare a high-level magic, so the preparation time seemed particularly long. Lin even felt that during the waiting period, about nine spells were enough to complete.

The longer the time, the more dangerous it is, but accordingly, the higher the probability of success belonging to them.
To be continued...