The sea at night is always shrouded in a faint mist, and tonight the mist was exceptionally thick.
The wind lanterns lit on the ships docked in the harbor were like flickering orange ghost fires floating in the mist, emitting a terrifying aura in the dimly lit harbor.
Against the backdrop of these swaying ghost fires, it seemed as if at any moment, monsters would emerge from the rolling thick fog, brandishing their sharp claws to tear and devour the people on shore.
And hidden within the gradually thickening white mist, the seawater was rippling with unnatural waves; if one had excellent vision to pierce through the mist's cover, they would discover shadows lurking beneath the dark blue water.
These shadows made no sound in the water; they were sharks with sharp teeth, floating and sinking. These sharks, which usually prefer to be solitary, were now gathered together, forming a school.
Countless sharks stretched endlessly beneath the surface. These sharks did not attack each other, but quietly infiltrated the harbor as if guided and controlled by something.
Behind these terrifyingly numerous schools of sharks, an even larger shadow was spreading, and within the shadow were countless Fishmen wielding tridents decorated with coral and seaweed.
Almost every Fishmen is naturally capable of communicating with sharks, the vicious beasts of the sea, possessing an innate telepathic ability with the shark species. They have a special intimate relationship with sharks and train them as attack animals.
Even untrained sharks will not prey on them, but rather treat them as natural allies. From this perspective, all Fishmen can be considered extraordinary creatures.
Most of these were ordinary Fishmen, but there were also many male Fishmen with a second pair of arms, wearing seaweed robes.
Once these malicious sea demons grow a second pair of arms, not only does their own strength greatly increase, but their intelligence also grows, making them extremely formidable opponents on the battlefield.
Moreover, every Fishmen who grows a second pair of arms can rule and lead small groups of ordinary Fishmen, skillfully controlling and directing their Fishmen subordinates to attack in formation.
At the very rear were the Fishmen priestesses holding coral staves. These priestesses, who could communicate with and get guidance from Sekhura, the Shark God, were the spellcasters of the Fishmen tribe, each possessing a considerable number of spells.
These included spells such as Guidance, Hold Person, Spiritual Weapon, and Mass Cure Wounds, serving as ranged support and control artillery for the Fishmen tribe.
And at the very end was the Fishmen Baron, who ruled all Fishmen in this area. His strong physique demonstrated his excellent strength, and all four of his arms held sharp weapons.
The Fishmen Baron quietly surfaced, his cold, cruel fish-eyes gazing at the quiet harbor and bustling town in the distance. He issued a command in Abyssal in a low voice,
"Attack! Kill all those humans. Bring the women back to the tribe. Begin your plunder."
"Hoo, hoo."
An ominous, blood-chilling bass sound, audible only to the Fishmen, rippled through the seawater. This was the Fishmen's hunting conch.
The shadows beneath the seawater suddenly surged. The shark schools pushed the water, surging towards the quiet harbor, and the Fishmen behind them also leaped forward with the undulating current.
"Charge! Kill all these humans!"
"Plunder their treasures! Burn their town!"
Countless Fishmen, speaking in Abyssal, leaped out of the sea with the aid of the water current.
On the ships docked in the harbor, the on-duty sailors had habitually lit the mast lamps, and now these sailors began to be a little more cautious.
They started to walk in pairs; no matter where they went, they would not go alone.
Two days ago, there were rumors that in such foggy weather, crew members from one ship were abducted by unknown monsters.
Although these crew members were already accustomed to encountering various monsters during their adventurous journeys, no one wished for something to happen to them.
"Ha,"
The sailor in front yawned, brightened the mast lamp at the bow, and chatted with his companion behind him,
"How about we go to town tomorrow after our shift is over and relax with those ladies? I feel like my old man is almost rusty; he needs some lubricant."
But the sailor did not receive an answer from his companion. He looked back in puzzlement, only to see his companion staring wide-eyed at the sea, at the churning water and surging monsters.
Whoosh! Two tridents were hurled from the ugly monsters leaping out of the water, piercing through the sailor's body and pinning him to the deck.
"Ugh,"
The screams from the two sailors' mouths had not even escaped before they turned into two warm corpses.
Those Fishmen leaped onto the large ships docked in the harbor, beginning to clear out the humans on board.
And more Fishmen, under the command of the Fishmen Baron, bypassed the ships and landed on the shore, beginning their assault on the town.
The seawater also gradually surged, attempting to submerge the land along the shore, turning the land into the Fishmen's main battlefield.
Under the spellcasting of the Fishmen priestesses, the mist began to accelerate its spread throughout the entire town, gradually enveloping it.
The sailors stationed in the harbor were cleared out one by one by the Fishmen under the cover of the mist. One by one, they fell into pools of blood before they even had a chance to resist. The smell of blood, accompanied by the salty sea breeze, spread from the ships docked at the harbor mouth throughout the entire harbor.
Countless Fishmen leaped out of the seawater, jumped onto the town's port, and began to surge towards the town residents who had not yet reacted. Sounds of surprised shouts and cries of pain began to spread through the town.
"Ugh, what is that?" A few adventurers, stepping drunkenly out of a secluded small tavern, were bleary-eyed and had not yet noticed that the mist was getting heavier. The screams and sounds of fighting they heard, they simply took as the noise of the night.
But suddenly, several shadows darted out of the mist, dragging the adventurers on the street into the mist, followed by blood splattering onto the town's ground.
These adventurers were startled, and their drunkenness immediately sobered up by more than half. They focused their gaze and saw countless green monsters rushing out of the mist a few meters away, gibbering and waving the tridents in their hands as they charged towards them.
"Monsters! Green monsters are rushing in!"
"Those are Fishmen! They've come to plunder the town!"
The adventurers finally saw the monsters clearly, but they dared not risk the thick fog to return to their lodging, so they could only rush into the tavern and shout.
These adventurers stumbled and scrambled into the tavern, shouting loudly, momentarily silencing the noisy atmosphere within the tavern.
"What? Monsters are attacking the town? Don't they know this is a dragon's territory?"
"Damn it, everyone be careful! Maybe there are other monsters that aren't afraid of these young dragons."
"Damn it, quickly grab your weapons! Monsters are here!"
Although the adventurers in the tavern were somewhat disbelieving, those who had survived years of adventuring were cautious enough. They sobered up, stood up, drew their personal weapons, and shouted.
"Quickly close the tavern door! There's too much thick fog outside, and we can't rush out rashly without understanding the situation. There are quite a few of us here, and we can rely on the tavern for defense. Those dragons and their kin will never allow their territory to be attacked. As long as we hold out for a while, we'll get support."
An experienced adventurer immediately shouted, and the other adventurers echoed his words. Two adventurers near the door ran towards it and closed the tavern door.
Thud, thud, thud,
Just as these two adventurers closed the tavern door and dropped the wooden bolt, the tavern door was attacked, and sounds of sharp weapons nailing into the wooden planks came through.
Bang, bang, bang.
Immediately followed by sounds of impact, the two adventurers' hands went numb from the shock. They quickly retreated a few steps, drew the longswords from their waists, and stared intently at the door, which was constantly under attack.