These short green creatures had some excitement when they saw someone coming, but soon a small team quickly gathered. These short green humanoid creatures, holding wooden guns and wooden forks, wow! He screamed and ran in an awkward gait with his head held high, and his speed was quite fast.
Although these little green men seemed to be in a hurry, Shirlo was not in a hurry.
After waiting for a while, the little green men ran not far from Shirlo, and when they were about to attack, they all stopped again.
The leading little green man ran closer, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Hahahaha, it turns out to be Master Shirlo."
The short creature that spoke had green scales, a fish head and a human body. When speaking, two rows of sharp teeth were exposed under the fish's lips, and transparent mucus dripped from time to time.
The fish-men tribe is a vassal race of the fox tribe.
Because of their ugly appearance, the status of the fishmen in the orc world is very low, not much different from that of the kobolds.
No orc wanted to live with them, except the foxmen.
The idea of the fox people is also very simple. I don't care whether your vassal race is good-looking or not. Anyway, it is not as good-looking as my fox people.
With this idea in mind, the fox-men are the only advanced race of orcs willing to accept the fish-men.
"Long time no see, Chief Uluru." Sitting on the tall giant wolf, Urluo smiled gently: "How is the life of your tribe?"
"It's not bad." When the fishman spoke, there was a snoring sound in his throat.
Fishmen look similar to other races, but the foxmen are born with a keen sense of smell, and they can distinguish different individuals by smell.
Shirlo looked around. The life of the fishmen looked good, and their number was much larger than in previous years: "A human mage came here not long ago. He stayed in our city for a while and then ran away."
"Human mage?" The fishman's white eyes, which were originally like light bulbs, now opened wider: "Are they here again?"
Shirlo nodded: "So I hope you can patrol the coast and contact us if you find anything."
The fishman nodded vigorously: "Hulu, I understand. All humans deserve to die. We will try our best to defend the coastline."
After receiving the promise from the leader of Uluru, Shirlo felt relieved.
What he is most worried about now is humans escaping from the coastline.
The smell of the seaside is too strong, and human body odor will be covered up. Even if the fox tribe wants to use the smell to find a human on the coast, it is quite difficult.
But the fishmen are different. They are naturally insensitive to the smell of the ocean, and are very sensitive to 'foreign' smells. They are very suitable for defending the coastline.
Then Shirlo led five hundred wolves and rode straight into the western mountain forest, a puff of dust and smoke rising up behind them.
When there was still some distance from the mountain forest, the giant wolf knight running at the front slowed down. When he was level with Shirlo, this handsome fox-man archer said: "Young Master, I have smelled that He smells like a human being, he should hide in the mountains and forests."
"Then catch up and don't let him escape." Shirlo looked very excited. The grasslands and mountains are the home of the fox people. In essence, they are the low-end version of the elves of the orcs, but they do not have the lifespan and spell casting of the elves. Just talent: "The mage's wind flying technique consumes a lot of mental energy. Flying from the city to the mountains and forests, he should have consumed most of his magic power, and the number of spells cast must have been affected."
Then Shirlo raised his hands and shouted: "Everyone, speed up, don't let humans run away."
Five hundred wolf riders roared at the same time.
At this time, Roland was resting on the top of the mountain and recovering his magic power.
The two-story stone building still only had ventilation holes left to shut him in.
But this time Roland learned wisely and released three magic spiders in advance to serve as sentries outside.
One of the spiders climbed up to the tallest tree on the top of the mountain and stayed there, observing its surroundings.
Soon, the dust pillar raised by the running of five hundred wolf riders attracted the attention of the magic spider, and then a picture was transmitted to Roland's mind through the spiritual channel.
Roland opened a gap in the small building, used the slow-falling technique to reduce his weight, and easily climbed to the height of the big tree. Then he saw the wolf cavalry at the foot of the mountain.
It's not for yourself, right
Roland didn't want to get into trouble while searching for the magic tower.
But things didn't go according to his will. Roland watched from a distance as the black-dot villain on the wolf cavalry dismounted, dispersed first, surrounded the foot of the mountain, and then began to walk up the mountain.
Seeing hundreds of small black spots disappearing into the woods at the foot of the mountain, Roland knew that things could not be left to chance.
Although I don’t know how the other party found me, there is no need to stay here any longer.
He didn't consume much magic power this time, and with more than two hours of rest, he was almost full.
The other party dared to send people to search the mountains to hunt him down, which meant that they were most likely prepared.
For example, there are magic restrictions, or special things like no-fly spells.
It would be bad if you were surrounded.
Roland turned the stone building into soil again, then sprayed it into the sky with a whoosh, and then projected several space bubbles and flew directly to the seaside.
Roland made a lot of noise when he was flying. Needless to say, the sound was very noisy, and the magic power of the space bubble fluctuated quite obviously.
When Roland flew into the sky, a dozen fox men who were aiming their bows at Roland reluctantly put down their weapons.
Roland's flying speed is too fast. Let's not talk about the problem of predicting the ballistic trajectory. At this flying speed, the arrows cannot catch up.
Shirlo had a certain understanding of mages. He watched Roland pass over his head at a very fast speed and then disappeared into the horizon. He was almost stupid and said in a daze: "What the hell is this?"
It took Roland about four minutes to reach the beach.
He really didn't want to give up halfway, he had come here, maybe he could find the red magic tower across this sea.
It’s just that I couldn’t find a good way to cross over for a while.
The ocean is very vast. If he really wants to fly across it, he must have a foothold in the middle.
Although the ice ring technique freezes a piece of seawater and can indeed create a foothold, the problem is that small pieces of floating ice are of no use in the ocean. The waves in the deep sea are generally very high. Even in calm conditions, there are still one or two Meters high, small ice floes will be easily overturned.
As for the big ice floe...how much magic power does it cost
The purpose of finding a foothold in the ocean is to restore magic power, but in order to create a suitable foothold, a large amount of magic power must be used. Isn't it contradictory
Moreover, the weather in the ocean often changes three times a day. In the event of strong winds and waves, even large ice floes are just duckweed in the waves.
He stood on the shore, very melancholy.
While he was sighing, he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye a group of green humanoid creatures running towards the left side of the coast with a very strange pace, and they could faintly hear their ruffling sounds.
Roland took a closer look and found that these humanoid creatures were green all over, with eyes as big as light bulbs and protruding chins. They were ugly and looked like alien creatures.
"What the hell?"
Roland made the same sigh as Shirlo before.