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The reason why this "head-on blow" offensive failed was a race that El had just come into contact with for the first time.

Naga.

Chapter 67: Naga, and the Chance of a Decisive Battle

A group of monsters that El had felt sexually aroused after seeing them before.

After the first battle, he became more and more angry. He wished he could finish the battle and lock up all the captured Nagas - the damn Nagas who were strangled with fishing nets, tied to pillars, and only given a little water and food every day to stay alive and exposed to the sun until they turned into dried fish.

These have always been considered to be some kind of subspecies of elves, a new race that emerged after the Great War and began to multiply and grow. Anyway, the elven souls that were snatched back by the elven gods after the Great War were of all kinds, and many subspecies were born as a result. What's wrong with having one more half-human, half-snake?

However, it has never been recognized by the Phoenix King Court Citizens Assembly and officially incorporated into the Elf Federation. It has also been excluded and targeted openly and covertly - otherwise it would not be the case that more than half of the people in this half-monster tribe who practice both magic and martial arts have had or are currently engaged in pirate work.

Of course, this is also due to racial characteristics and nature.

They are distributed in the northern and southern New World. The most famous ones are mainly those in the south, while those in the north are almost another ethnic group.

The Naga tribe is gifted with mysterious rituals and abilities related to the ocean, as well as the ability to tame sea monsters to fight enemies and plunder.

Judging from their appearance and upper body alone, this race is very consistent with Al's sexual preferences.

They are elf-like, with delicate facial features and big breasts. If you only look at the proportions of the upper body, they are basically eight feet tall.

Many hands, usually two pairs of four-armed Naga or six-armed Naga.

You can insert your fingers into the boy's mouth while kneading the little nipples on his chest with both hands, test his anus with one hand, and then use both hands to push the big stick up and down and left and right.

The tongue is very long, similar to a snake's tongue, forked at the front and can retract. If the lance is big and thick enough, you can even play the game of using the tongue to penetrate the horse's eye.

Very exciting.

As for the lower body...

It's more in line with Al's sexual preferences! (bushi)

Which boy who watched White Snake when he was a child would not have fantasies about Snake Lady?

Of course, most people only think about it when they were young.

Al is different.

He still kept his fantasy even when he grew up.

Half human, half snake, the lower body is half snake, slender snake charm (snake charm?)

The scales are usually kept very smooth—no parasites, no fishy mucus, no parasites, and no fishy mucus.

The scales are neatly embedded together, without any big gaps for dirt to hide. It's the kind that will make Furiophiles ecstatic, but perhaps more extreme perverts will be disappointed.

It is also a place for reproduction, mating, or in short, sex.

It can also be called...hole?

It is said to be very deep and tight, and extremely sensitive, but very dangerous for mortals - because this fucking thing has scales on the top and bottom to control the opening and closing structure. But once the snake fucker reaches the critical point, the female Naga can easily become overly stimulated, excited, and agitated. Anyway, the only thing she can do is feel extremely good.

Unexpected loss of control.

Then the scales~click!

With a giant dragon-root spear like El, and no less capable than the male protagonist in erotic novels (okay, some of them are too exaggerated and there are still some shortcomings), Jill might be able to withstand this double attack of protecting the passage to reproduction but also causing one to be childless.

Generally speaking, for example, in some groups where eunuchs are rampant, father-in-laws are rampant, and people are "not fully equipped", basically one comes and one goes, and even if you put five or six in, it will be wiped out in one go...

.........

The reason why I know so much is mainly because I am very curious about this race. I am curious about their ethnic groups, their society, their system, their physiological structure, their reproduction method, the process of childbirth, whether the hybrids will give birth to offspring with two feet or snake tails, whether the hybrids are viviparous or oviparous, whether viviparous birth is through the upper body of the human body, etc.

But as many fantasies as he had before, as he was as angry now. Al was so annoyed at that time that he wanted to shave his hair and change his hairstyle. He scratched his bald head and cursed.

The pirates' line has begun to waver. If they try harder, they may win the decisive battle in one go.

Then, the Naga drove the army of snake monsters they raised, some big, some small, some thick and long like carts, some short and small like long snakes, to appear on the scene. These guys had been squatting in the back of the line, and their positions were relatively isolated. They didn't look very sociable, so Al didn't pay much attention to them.

Basilisk.

A group that can be referred to singly or generally.

This kind of offspring that is degenerated or hybridized from the terrible multi-headed snake has always been one of the main components of the sea monsters raised by the Nagas. After all, they are all snakes, right?

Several Naga spellcasters who seemed to be of quite important status released a spell to reverse the situation when the basilisks continued to rush forward, approached the hooves of the Blessed Bull, and fought with Alastair.

Did they fuse many snake monsters? Or did they offer them as sacrifices, summoning several giant python snake monsters, and then fuse and evolve them to directly play Anaconda, the superior work of "Dragon Wars". With the help of Naga magic, the giant python in "Dragon Wars" quickly wrapped around Alastar's torso and feet, restricting the movement of the blessed bull. But the real damage was caused by those cannons that kept making wild roars.

More than a dozen consecutive artillery shells forced Alastair's huge body back, and even caused accidental injuries to his own troops by being trampled. The continuous bombardment also caused cracks to appear on Alastair's armor, and he had to use his flesh and blood to withstand several shells.

This bought time for the enemy's front line, and the momentum of the attack was frustrated. Even the heavily armored horns of the humanoid tanks had to be filled up desperately, delaying the enemies holding the front line and causing them to counterattack.

The final result of this attack was:

The offensive failed to achieve maximum results. The enemy's reserves and other fronts had not yet moved, and the conditions were not ripe for launching a full-scale offensive at this moment.

In addition, Alasta was injured, and the enemy was not unprepared for the fierce attack on the tribe, so Al had to order his troops to withdraw.

Even in the most furious situation, when he was entangled by the basilisk and had no place to use his strength, and was injured by continuous cannon fire, the enraged and extremely irritable Alastar would still obey El's orders. With the support of the two Angry Horn Legions and El's headquarters beginning to mobilize for a full-scale attack, the three elite troops and the particularly important Blessed Bull Alastar were all withdrawn safely.

The loss is not great.

The number of people killed directly in the battle was less than three digits.

More than a dozen trolls were killed. There is really nothing we can do about those stupid ones who hid in the crowd and couldn't get out. If the intelligence of the trolls were to improve, the whole world would be worried.

The Barbarian Bulls were the ones that Al had instructed the Shamans to focus on, and only three of them were lost.

After all, strictly speaking, the time for fighting with the enemy's elite main force was short this time, and most of the previous part was achieved through the advancement of breaking formations + heavy-armored warriors, as well as the unparalleled advancement of cannon fodder legions and ordinary troops with spell support.

They rarely encounter the undead elites in the pirate army, such as deep-sea storm rats and deep-sea guards.

There was no one in the vassal army who could kill the Blood God with a sliding tackle.

There may be people who are lucky, strong and courageous enough, but no one would want to risk his life for conquerors, slave owners or bastards who would threaten the lives of their families and hometowns.

Overall, in this first battle, Al temporarily gained the upper hand and won one round.

He had a rough estimate of the enemy's strength, and also measured the pirate line's ability to withstand pressure - it would definitely be slightly strengthened after this. Although the pirates had made a lot of preparations, they still lacked an intuitive understanding of the tribe's offensive capabilities before the official war.

After such a battle in which both sides gained a little, Al knew that his disadvantage was in long-range attacks, and...he didn't want the battle to be dragged on into a meat grinder. The best way was to look for opportunities to defeat the enemy in one blow, so that the enemy's firepower advantage could not play a key role.

Then comes the garbage time, which can also be called the laning period.

Both sides were very cautious and were almost defeated by the tribe's sticks. Realizing the strength of the enemy, the pirates adopted a more cowardly tactic than before.

In the first two days of the confrontation, they would occasionally fire at the tribe to provoke and harass them. The tribe has been hiding in the past few days. Knowing that the front line would not be able to hold out, the commander of the pirate coalition adopted a cautious tactic of avoiding battle.

It made Al want to send a dress to the woman on the other side.

At the military meeting, the subordinates had two main opinions:

One faction supports a quick decisive battle, believing that the most urgent task is to quickly defeat the enemy in front of them, and to launch a full-scale offensive as soon as possible. As for whether they can win? All they can say is that our army is invincible! At most, it is a matter of a few more casualties! Anyway, all of them will be sacrificed in blood, and the soul of the Blood Mother will return to the throne. Ta-ta, ta-ta!

Mainly composed of Pony, wolf girl Hera, and former middle and high-level leaders of the Blood Oath Brotherhood.

The other faction was the conservative faction that sought to make every possible effort to avoid any setbacks. They suggested continuing to launch tentative attacks as they did in the first two days of the battle, trying to find another opportunity like the last time Alastair launched an attack, and then launch a full-scale attack and a decisive battle with the enemy.

But the most hurtful thing is that the longer time goes, the more disadvantageous it is for Al. He must seek an opportunity for a decisive battle. Even if the enemy does not give him an opportunity, he must force himself to try and create it.

During the confrontation, Al also casually wrote a few letters, instructing people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs to contact various places in the southeast through channels, especially the National Salvation Association, a resistance organization that seemed to have a great influence in Margarita, and asked them to try their best to create some trouble for the enemy.

We can't put all our hopes on support from our allies, Estalia!

Military meetings were held one after another. There were no large-scale fighting, but small-scale clashes were still quite frequent.

In the past few days, human rangers, centaur scouts, and shadow servants have been frequently and fiercely exchanging views with the pirate coalition's boarding parties, ferocious bats, ghosts, scurvy dogs, and riders from the vassal army on the vast eastern plains, competing for strategic space for their respective sides.

However, thanks to the advantage of the Beastmen having spellcasters and Ai'er's God's perspective overlooking the battle, the tribe has been suppressing the pirates and soon forced the latter's reconnaissance and alert range to be limited to some areas around the army.

This gave Al an opportunity to fight.

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Chapter 68: Mirror Palace Magic, Attack Horn

The morning fog this morning was thicker than usual. The mortal soldiers on both sides looked at each other from their respective stationed positions and could only see the vague shadows of the camp.

A peaceful morning.

If it weren't for the lingering smell of death and stench brought by the pirates and their strange allies, it would have been a morning with exceptionally fresh air for the soldiers of the vassal army.

How nice it would be if this was just in the country I once was, serving the kingdom’s army…

The only drawback was that on the vassal army's defense line, the soil and grass under their feet were covered with bloodstains that were difficult to remove in a short period of time, and from time to time someone might step on a broken bone or a severed finger.

Forcing the Estalia people to fight for them and threatening their homeland had already made the army very unstable. The two swift offensives by the tribe further shook the morale of the Estalia people. Many soldiers privately thought:

The tribe is so powerful, so with the help of allies, it seems that it will not be a problem to liberate the southeast and recover the lost territory...

As a result, the will to fight became even lower, but because of the threat of massacre issued by the pirates before the war, they could barely fulfill the basic duties of a cannon fodder for the time being.

If at this time, the rare vampires mixed in with the pirates, and the necromancers hidden in Sartosa who have committed many crimes to varying degrees, continue to enslave the corpses of the dead soldiers with their evil necromancy, it is bound to cause a complete collapse of military morale. Even the threat of massacre may not be able to suppress these soldiers who have endured the destruction and defilement of their honor, virtue, and beliefs, and who not only fight for their slave owners and point their swords at their allies, but also face the fact that they cannot be freed even after death, and their souls and bodies continue to be desecrated by the enemy.

Therefore, the pirates had to give up the idea of ​​converting the bodies of the dead into zombie soldiers to continue to serve as cannon fodder, and could only allow the vassal troops to collect the bodies of their comrades themselves so that they could return for burial.

Sieglet was a soldier who was responsible for collecting and searching for the remains of his compatriots.

According to the pirates' request, the Estalia vassal army that was forcibly recruited was organized into the same team according to their place of origin for the convenience of management. After all, they were all familiar with each other. If they wanted to escape, the pirates would kill all their fellow villagers by collective responsibility. At the same time, those who cared about their wives and children could be used to actively monitor the situation of other people in the same team to avoid rebellion or surrendering to the enemy, which would involve their hometown.

In this situation, people in the same army were all from the same hometown, so they naturally hoped to bring back the bodies of their compatriots as intact as possible.

Cleaning and identifying the remains is also a troublesome job. Most of the large ones like the torso, head, and limbs have been collected, but there are inevitably many small ones, such as fingers, bones, and some pieces of flesh and blood, scattered elsewhere.

This was a task that required courage, especially since the pirate coalition was afraid of the tribal army and adjusted its defense line and retreated several hundred meters.

It is difficult for people without courage to go to a place full of corpses and close to the enemy camp to collect the bodies when they feel as if an elite and aggressive army may come again at any time to attack them.

Sieglet did not volunteer; he drew this unfortunate task by lot.

Walking carefully at the site of the battle where the giant beast crushed the mortal army the day before yesterday, marks of varying sizes, shallow or deep, can be seen everywhere on the ground. The largest footprint is big enough for a horse to stand in the circle. These are the traces left on the earth by Alastair leading the Blessed Bull Legion.

The lingering smell of blood lingered in Sieglet's nose. He frowned and waved his hands in front of his eyes, but the smell could not be dispelled. He could only endure it and continue searching the ground.

After half an hour, he found seven more fingers that came from several unlucky people. Judging from the shape, size and hair, they came from at least three people.

It's not necessarily a dead person. Sieglet put all the fingers in his bag. Looking at the paleness of these broken fingers, which no longer belonged to living things, made him feel uneasy. He decided to speed up and finish it early today.

This time he had five companions with him who came to the previous defense line. It didn't matter if he was lazy, as this job didn't mean much to him anyway. What was the point of trying to keep the body intact after the person died? The sailors and officers of the Invincible Fleet were not only blown to pieces by the explosion, but also sank into the water.

The remains of the Invincible Armada are still sunk in the quiet harbor. From the dock, you can even see the mast of the battleship "Monarch of the South" sticking out of the water, but Margarita still dares not salvage the remains.

Suddenly, Sieglet's eyes turned to an ordinary tree stump. It should be the tree that was cut down before for the military garrison, but the important thing was the thing on the side of the stump.

A helmeted...

Head.

The face covered in blood seemed to be looking towards Sieglet. Although it was covered in blood, the eyes were surprisingly eye-catching, which scared Sieglet, who thought it was a head looking at him.

He heaved a sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment; it was a bit scary after all.

But he still walked over, muttering:

"Okay, man, I'm here. I'll take you back. I'm sorry that no one noticed you these past few days..."

He walked over quickly, stood beside the tree stump and rubbed his hands, then bent down and picked up the human head with the helmet on. This must be from the Estalia vassal army belonging to the pirates. The tribe paid great attention to preserving the bodies of their own dead, and tried not to leave the remains of their comrades behind during the retreat.

They would even risk their lives to come back and fight again just to retrieve the bodies, and would never leave them to the enemy unless they really could not take them away.

Thinking of this, Sigrit felt a little depressed. The pirates used them as cannon fodder. Every Estalia knew this, but there was nothing they could do. Their families, homes, and even their lives were in the hands of the other side.