These short green creatures, seeing a "people" coming, caused some commotion, but soon a small team quickly gathered together. These low green human creatures, holding wooden guns and forks, ran into an awkward high-headed horoscope, and were quite fast.

Although these little green people look so aggressive, Hillo is not in a hurry.

After a while, the little green man ran to not far from Hillow and was about to attack, he stopped again.

The leading little green man ran closer, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Lumahaha, it turns out it's Young Master Hillow."

When talking, the short creature was covered with green scales and a fish head and human body. When talking, two sharp rows of sharp teeth were exposed under the fish's lips, and transparent mucus dripped from time to time.

The fish-human race is a vassal race of the fox race.

Because of his ugly appearance, the fishman has a low status in the orc world, not much different from the dog-killer.

No orcs want to live with them, except for the fox.

The fox man’s idea is also very simple. I ignore your vassal race or not. Anyway, it’s not as good as my fox man.

With this idea, the fox human race is the only orc-level higher race that is willing to accept the fish human race.

"Long time no see, Uluru patriarch." Sitting on the tall giant wolf, Urlu smiled gently: "How is your tribe's life the most?"

"It's okay." As the fishman spoke, there was a rumble of bubbles in his throat.

Fishmen look similar to other races, but foxes are born with a sensitive sense of smell, and they can distinguish different individuals by their taste.

Hillo looked around and saw that the life of the fishman tribe looked good, with a much higher number of people than in previous years: "I came a human wizard not long ago, and after staying in our city for a while, I ran away."

"Human Mage?" The white eyes of the fishman, which were originally like a light bulb, opened wider: "Are they coming again?"

Hillow nodded: "So I hope you can patrol the coast and contact us once you find anything."

The fishman nodded vigorously: "Huru, I understand, all humans deserve to die. We will try our best to defend the coastline."

After receiving the promise from the Uluru patriarch, Hillo felt relieved.

What he is most worried about now is that humans escape from the coastline.

The smell at the beach is too strong, and human body odor will be covered up. It is quite difficult for the fox people to find a human on the coast with the smell.

But the fishermen are different. They are naturally insensitive to the taste of the ocean and are very sensitive to the "external" taste, which is very suitable for defending the coastline area.

Then Hillo took five hundred wolf riders and drove away from the west, and a stream of dust soared up behind them.

When it was still some distance from the forest, the giant wolf knight who was running in the front slowed down. When he was level with Hilro, the handsome fox archer said, "Young Master, I have already smelled the smell of that human being. He should hide in the forest."

"Then catch up and don't let him escape." Hilro's expression was quite excited. The grassland and the mountains were both home courts of the fox tribe. In essence, they were the low-end orc versions of the elves, but they did not have the lifespan and casting talent of the elves: "The mage's Fengxiang Technique consumed a lot of mental power. From the city to the forest, his magic power should have been consumed, and the number of castings must have been affected."

Then Hillow raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, hurry 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 regaining his magic power.

The two-story stone building still only has ventilation holes left and locks itself in it.

But this time Roland became smart and released three magic spiders in advance to act as guard posts outside.

One of the spiders climbed to the highest tree on the top of the mountain and stayed, observing the surroundings.

Soon, the dust pillars raised by the five hundred wolf riders attracted the attention of the magic spider, and then the pictures came to Roland's mind in the spiritual passage.

Roland opened the gap in the small building, used the slow fall technique to reduce the body fragrance, easily climbed to the height of the big tree, and then saw the wolf cavalry at the foot of the mountain.

Could it be for myself?

Roland didn't want to get into trouble while finding the magic tower.

But things didn't follow his will. Roland watched from a distance as the black spotted villain on the wolf cavalry got off his mount, dispersed first, surrounded the foot of the mountain, and then began to walk up the mountain.

Looking at hundreds of small black dots sank into the woods at the foot of the mountain, Roland knew that things could not be lucky.

Although I don’t know how the other party found me, there is no need to stay here anymore.

This time he didn't consume much magic power, and after more than two hours of rest, he was almost full.

The other party dared to send someone to search the mountains and chase him, which means that it was very likely that he was prepared.

For example, special things like magic restrictions or flight bans.

If you are surrounded, it will be bad.

Roland re-turned the stone building into soil, then sprayed it into the sky with a whistle, and then several sections of space bubbles were projected and flew directly to the beach.

Roland was very moving when flying, and the sound was noisy, so there was no need to say that the magic fluctuations in the space bubble were also quite obvious.

When Roland flew into the sky, he held a bow and aimed at Roland's more than a dozen fox men helplessly put down the weapons in his hand.

Roland's flight speed is too fast. Not to mention the problem of predicting ballistics, just such a flying speed, the arrows can't catch up.

Hillow had a certain understanding of the mage. He watched Roland pass over his head at an extremely fast speed and then disappear into the horizon. He was almost stunned and said blankly: "What's this?"

It took Roland about four minutes to arrive at the beach.

He really didn't want to give up halfway, and he came here. Maybe he could find the Red Magic Tower by crossing this sea.

But I couldn't find a good way to cross the past for a while.

The ocean is very vast. If you really want to fly over, you must have a place to go halfway.

Although the ice ring technique can indeed make a foothold for freezing a piece of sea water, the problem is that small pieces of floating ice are of no use in the ocean. The waves in the deep sea area are generally very high, and even in the windless state, they can still be one or two meters high. The small floating ice will be easily overturned.

As for the big ice floes... how much magic power does it take to consume?

Looking for a foothold in the ocean is originally intended to restore magic, but to create a suitable foothold, a lot of magic is used. Isn’t it a contradiction?

Moreover, the weather in the ocean often changes three times a day. If it encounters strong winds and waves, even large pieces of ice floes will be just duckweed in the waves.

He stood on the shore, feeling very sad.

Just as I was sighing, I suddenly saw a group of green humanoid creatures running over at a very strange pace on the left side of the coast, and I could hear them making a snore.

Roland looked closely and found that these humanoid creatures had green all over their bodies, eyes as big as light bulbs, and their chins were protruding, which was very ugly, and they looked very vivid alien creatures.

"What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!