How many murlocs were there on the Main Plane?
No one had counted in detail, but the number could be estimated.
The murlocs' fertility was ridiculously strong. An adult murlocs could lay eggs once a year, and each time they laid about a thousand eggs. The fish eggs could hatch after thirty days, and after about three years, they could grow to be able to reproduce. In theory, a pair of adult murlocs could become a thousand adult murlocs plus two thousand underage murlocs after three years, and after another three years, they could become … Let's not calculate. That number was enough to make anyone with normal intelligence feel hopeless.
Most people often used the phrase "an army of a million" to describe the huge size of an army. But for the murlocs, a mere million was not an "army" at all — any time the sea race invaded, the number of murlocs in the army would be at least a few million. Even tens of millions were not rare.
That was usually just the number of murlocs in a sea area.
If it weren't for the fact that murlocs could barely be considered as magical creatures and could survive by absorbing magic, with a low survival rate and high death rate, it would not take many years for the world to be filled with murlocs.
This time, all the murlocs on the Main Plane had gathered in the sea area south of the Highest Tower. How many could there be?
Billions? Tens of billions? Or even more?
Anyway … even if the mages of the Mifata Federation continued to bombard indiscriminately, killing hundreds of murlocs every second, for the entire murloc army, it was not considered a loss at all.
Not to mention the army formed by the murlocs on the Main Plane, even an ordinary large murloc tribe would not take this loss seriously.
Looking at the endless murloc army rushing onto the land from the sea, wave upon wave, without stopping, the mages in the Highest Tower looked a little gloomy.
"There's too many of them!"
"Don't these seafood usually bully the weak and fear the strong? Don't they scatter like birds and beasts after a little fight? Why are they so brave today? "
"Could it be that they are being controlled by that Yuslar?"
"It's possible. If they are not being controlled, who would send themselves to death like this?"
"Actually, for the murlocs, sending themselves to death is nothing. Their most common problem is that there are too many of them … "
Amidst the messy whispers, the legendary mages looked gloomy and discussed using telepathy spells.
"Yuslar's aura has not disappeared. This guy has not left."
"What on earth is it thinking? Can it still gain any advantage by staying here? Why don't you just get the hell out of here? "
"I'm guessing that it wants to get more offerings. After all, the Fishmen don't have much, but they have a large population. Isn't population equivalent to offerings? "
"The thoughts of demons are not something we can understand. We just need to do our own things well. "
"Should we try to attack it? Maybe we can chase Fish Slava away. "
"… Don't cause unnecessary trouble. Anyway, at most, we can just hold on for one day. After one day, even if Yuslar doesn't want to leave, it will still be rejected by the Main Plane."
"Alright, safety first. We are in troubled times now. There are wars everywhere. If we can avoid trouble, we should. "
"But now trouble has come to us!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of. If it's only at this level, we can fight for as long as we want. Do mere murlocs think they can break through our Highest Tower? What a joke! "
Speaking of this, the Legendary Mages could not help but laugh.
Just as the Mage had said, the combat power of the murlocs was very weak. Not to mention that there were so many Mages defending the Highest Tower, even if it was just an empty Magic Tower, they might not have a way to breach it. The solid walls and doors were enough to stop them.
Since that was the case, what was there to be afraid of?
After the Legendary Mages had finished their discussion, they arranged the work. The middle and high-level Mages lined up in formation and took turns to enter the defensive position to launch attacks. The middle and low-level Mages continued to meditate and replenish the magic pool. The Legendary Mages took turns to rest, ensuring that there were two or three on duty at any time.
Such an arrangement should be enough.
As for those silly murlocs who kept attacking the line of defense, it was just to give the young people some actual combat experience. It would also be good to practice target shooting.
From the Legendary Mages to the magic apprentices, not a single person took the murlocs seriously.
And under the sea, Yuslar's incarnation was gradually shrinking.
Along the wonderful connection between the incarnation and the main body, the energy of its main body was also constantly being extracted.
The extracted energy was not directly absorbed by the glowing shadow. Instead, it was first absorbed by the golden-green spear, and then filtered by the altar of bones. Finally, only pure energy was left, which flowed into the glowing shadow.
This arrangement could be said to be a wonderful work of nature. It adopted the method of fighting poison with poison, using the insane power of large-scale blood sacrifice to absorb the chaotic attribute from the abyss. The two kinds of power merged with each other and stayed in the altar of bones, making the altar continuously strengthen, and eventually, it would become a chaotic and evil artifact.
At the same time, the pure power that was filtered out was supplied to the fictitious "God of the Murlocs," so that the god that was in the process of being born could get the best nutrients and grow in the most stable way.
And the spear that was once the Sea King's Trident was also constantly tempered and improved in this process, and finally, it was restored to the level of a divine artifact.
When the newborn God of the Murlocs grew up, there would immediately be two divine artifacts with extraordinary power that could be used. Among those newborn gods, it could be considered a top-notch figure.
This set of ideas was so ingenious that the elders of the murlocs studied and deliberated for a long time, but they still could not find any problems. That was why they acted according to the arrangement of the God of Conspiracy and did not worry about any conspiracy.
Moreover, no matter what conspiracy there was, the God of Conspiracy had fallen anyway, so what was there to be afraid of? What was there to worry about?
Even if the God of Conspiracy had set up some trap, could it be that the dead him could come back to life again and receive the spoils of war?
In the abyss, Yuslar's body gradually became weaker.
The key point of the God of Conspiracy's plan was to plunder its power.
As a murloc demon, there was indeed an indescribable relationship between it and the murlocs on the Main Plane. If it could wash away the chaos and madness in its soul, or even if it was just a little weaker, and then leave the abyss, it could easily become the God of the Murlocs.
But in the end, Yuslar did not do so. It would rather lead a group of murlocs in the abyss and dominate it than really embark on the path of becoming a god.
Demons were demons after all, and their extremely chaotic nature made them unable to tolerate being restrained, even when they became gods.
Now, it was paying the price for its chaotic nature.
If it were the God of the Murlocs, then all the arrangements would be of no use to it — the power that came from the murlocs' sacrifice could not possibly work on the God of the Murlocs.
But it refused to become the God of the Murlocs.
Then the part of its power that belonged to the murlocs could not refuse the call of the murlocs' sacrifice, and it was constantly being extracted.
After an unknown amount of time, the connection was abruptly cut off. The Lord of the Abyss, who was so weak that he could barely stand, immediately let out a strange cry and completely cut off the connection with the Main Plane.
In the next hundreds and thousands of years, it probably would not dare to have any contact with the Main Plane again.
And under the surface of the sea south of the Highest Tower, the glowing phantom finally became clearer.
He had scales similar to murlocs, but he had long pointed ears and smooth long hair, which murlocs definitely did not have. He had a slender figure and a tall and straight posture, which was completely different from the murlocs who always hunched over.
Facing the confused murloc elders, he smiled slightly, and a hooded robe appeared on his body, covering his whole person in a mass of shadows.
In the Pantheon temple, the seat of the God of Conspiracy, which had previously collapsed and disappeared, reappeared.
Not long after his fall, the God of Conspiracy was resurrected and returned!
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