On the other side of the mountain and the sea, there is a group of not so happy dog-headed people living.

On the vast coastline in the western part of the Elnia continent, under the painted black thunderstorm and in the surging wind and rain, a fierce battle is taking place.

One side in the battle was the large-scale marine hunter Shahuayumen with a fierce appearance, while the other side was a group of tall figures...uh, dog-headed men.

In the main material world, the dog-headed man is a famous dragon descendant. These guys are usually about the same size as inferior creatures like goblins and goblins. They have a few dragon characteristics, but they do not inherit the dragon-like warlock casting talent and strong body.

As an extremely common evil creature of small and medium size, the reputation of the kobold is no better than that of the little guys like the goblins and goblins.

They are timid and cunning, like to sneak attack and set traps, hate all humanoid creatures and elves, and in most cases they are disgusted by human adventurers and other humanoid creatures.

However, from the perspective of plutonium dragon, for it at this stage, the dog-kows are a very suitable group of relatives.

The camp of the kobolds is orderly and evil, and is naturally loyal to powerful dragons and has a strong sense of population. Their nests usually contain adults to protect young children who cannot fight and those unhatched eggs.

At least, at this point, the kobold has done much better than most intelligent creatures.

Just like now, these guys are fighting their terrible enemies to protect their nests and offspring.

Just like most creatures in this world, the size of the kobold has also increased to a certain extent, from the original small to the current medium or even close to the large ones.

Most of the archers are about 1.7 meters tall, which is not much different from the size of ordinary humans. Some talented strong warriors have grown to nearly two meters. Such a huge body shape will never appear in the archers population under conventional conditions.

For these inferior races that basically do not have any spell casting talent and do not use any advanced tools, the most direct and effective way to measure combat effectiveness is body shape.

Unfortunately, although the size of these kobold men has been greatly improved, they are still a little too short when facing the Shahua Yumen, who are called ocean demons.

The Shahua Yumen, this group of bandits who like to massacre and rob coastal creatures in the dark and rainy weather, stared at the dog-headed tribe in front of them this time.

The reason why they can be called the ocean demon is that in addition to the huge size of these Shahua fish people, with an average height of between two meters and two meters and five meters, some particularly tall Shahua fish people nobles can even have huge sizes of more than three meters, these guys are particularly cruel and happy and extremely bloodthirsty.

These guys are like sharks. Once they see blood, they will fall into a state of crazy killing, and sometimes they will even attack without distinguishing between enemies and me.

The Shahuayumen is a race with excellent combat skills. Every adult Shahuayumen can have combat power comparable to professional warriors, and some rare nobles can reach more rare higher profession levels.

What's more, some talented Shahua fishman sacrifices often emerge in the army of the sandy fishman. These sacrifices are equivalent to magicians of the human profession level, but the effect on the battlefield is even greater than that of those Shahua fishman nobles of the higher profession level.

The Sahua Fishman Sacrifice does not master many spells, but they are extremely useful: long-range water archery and ghost bites can cause a lot of damage to enemy singles, and the blood frenzy as a group buff spell can instantly increase the attack power and pain savings of the Sahua Fishman warriors.

In this way, under the influence of body shape and mages, although the number of kowtowers on the battlefield has the advantage, they are now completely surrounded by these hateful ocean demons.

"Elder, there are already soldiers who have died at the hands of those monsters. What should we do now? Do you want me to lead my brothers to break through?"

A kowtower soldier about two meters tall said to an old kowtower with a dead appearance.

This warrior is the strongest among all the kobolds on the field, but it is still difficult to have much counterattack power when facing the Shahua Yuman.

It was wearing a very simple and dirty leather armor, and a huge wound scattered across the chest of the dog-headed warrior. Bright red blood kept leaving the wound along the erosion of the heavy rain, and even dyed a small piece of land under its feet red.

However, even in such adversity, the warrior still had no despair on his face, his eyes were shiny, and there was a flame full of fighting spirit.

"Oh~" the skinny old man standing next to the tall warrior sighed and asked, "Have the clan members who have no combat power transferred?"

The old guy spoke to the warrior beside him. The kowtowed elder looked quite old, with drooping folds and folded wrinkles on his face. He held a huge wooden cane that was almost the same height as his.

The cane looks simple and unpretentious, with only a circle with wood at the top, but what cannot be ignored is that such a simple and rough cane is actually a magical item. No, maybe we should use a staff to call such a shabby guy now.

"I sent Agu to inform the little guys at the beginning of the battle. Now they should have left this coast far away."

The dog-headed warrior named Aman whispered to the old man beside him, his face full of ease after he had relieved his concern.

Hearing that his descendants could escape from the hands of the ocean demon, the old man with a relaxed smile also showed a smile on his face, "That's good, it doesn't matter that we die here, what's important is that the race can continue."

The old man from the dog kowtow whispered, holding the staff in his hand tightly. He was ready to die for his tribe. It was not surprising that the dog kowtow paid attention to the family tradition and let it make such a choice.

Now this old man of the kobold is to create chaos through the next battle, so that the trapped compatriots will run out a few more times, and then go to the secret gathering point and the kobold cubs who will be transferred after the transfer.

"Even if you run out one or two more, it's worth it, and there is greater hope for race continuation."

The elder of the kowtower thought with hope... However, reality is always cruel.

A tall Shahua fisherman soldier ran from a distance and grinned at the surrounded kobold soldiers, then put his head in his hand still in front of the kobold.
Chapter completed!