The short green creatures caused a commotion when they saw "humans" coming, but soon, a squad was quickly gathered. Those short green humanoid creatures, holding wooden spears and forks, roared and ran in an awkward gait. They were quite fast.
Although the little green men seemed aggressive, Hirlow wasn't in a hurry.
A moment later, the team of little green men ran not far away from Hirlow and was about to attack, but then they all stopped.
The leader of the little green men ran closer and said in relief, "Hahaha. So, it's you, Young Master Hirlow."
The talking short creature had green scales all over his body. He had a fish head and a human body. When he spoke, two rows of sharp teeth were protruding from his lips, and transparent mucus was dripping down now and then.
The murlocs were a vassal race of the foxes.
Because of their ugliness, the murlocs had a low position in the world of orcs. They were no different from the kobolds.
None of the orcs were willing to live with them, except for the foxmen.
The foxmen, on the other hand, had a simple thought: I don't care if your vassal race is good-looking. After all, they are not as good-looking as the foxmen.
With that in mind, the foxmen were the only advanced race of orcs that was willing to accept the murlocs.
"It's been a long time, Chief Uluru." Urlo smiled warmly as he sat on top of the huge wolf. "Most importantly, how are your people doing?"
"Not bad." When the merman spoke, there was a gurgling sound in his throat.
Murlocs looked the same in other races, but the foxmen had a keen sense of smell and could distinguish different individuals by smell.
Hirlow looked around and found that the murlocs seemed to be living a good life. There were a lot more of them than a few years ago. "A human Mage came not long ago and fled after staying in our city for a while."
"A human Mage?" The murloc's eyes, which were as bright as lightbulbs, were even wider now. "They're here again?"
Hirlow nodded. "So, I hope that you can patrol the coast and contact us if you find anything."
The murloc nodded quickly. "I understand. All human beings deserve to die. We'll try our best to defend the coastline."
Hirlow was reassured after getting the promise from Chief Uluru.
What he was most worried about now was the humans escaping from the coastline.
The smell of the sea was too strong, and the smell of humans would be masked. Even for the Foxman Race, it would be rather difficult to find a human by smell.
However, the Merfolk were different. They were born insensitive to the smell of the ocean, and they were very sensitive to foreign smells. They were very suitable to defend the coastline.
Then, Hirlow led the five hundred wolf riders to the forest in the west, leaving a trail of dust behind them.
When they were still some distance away from the forest, the werewolf knight in the lead slowed down. When he was on the same level as Hirlow, the handsome vulpera archer said, "Young master, I've smelled the scent of that human being. He must be hiding in the forest."
"Then chase after him. Don't let him escape." Hirlow was rather excited. The prairies and the mountains were the home of the Foxmen. Essentially, they were the inferior versions of the orcs, except that they didn't have the longevity and talent of the elves. "The Mage's Wind Soaring is very exhausting. He must've used up more than half of his magic power to fly from the city to the forest. His casting times must've been affected."
Then, Hirlow raised his hand and roared, "Everybody, speed up! Don't let the human escape!"
The five hundred wolf riders roared at the same time.
At this moment, Roland was resting and recovering his magic power on the mountaintop.
The two-floored stone building only had air vents, and he was locked inside.
However, Roland was smarter this time and released three magic spiders as sentries.
One of the spiders climbed to the highest tree on the mountaintop and observed the surroundings.
Very soon, the dust raised by the five hundred wolf riders attracted the attention of the magic spiders. Then, pictures were sent to Roland's head through the mental channel.
Roland opened a gap in the building and reduced the scent of his body with Slow Landing. He climbed to the top of the tree easily and saw the wolf riders at the foot of the mountain.
Don't tell me they're here for me?
Roland didn't want to get into trouble during his search for the Magic Tower.
However, things didn't go his way. Roland watched the little people on the wolf riders get off their mounts and disperse. They surrounded the foot of the mountain and walked up.
Looking at the hundreds of black spots disappearing into the woods at the foot of the mountain, Roland knew that he couldn't count on luck.
He didn't know how they found him, but he didn't have to stay here anymore.
He didn't consume much magic power this time. Plus the two hours of rest, he was almost fully recovered.
Since the enemy was bold enough to search the mountain and hunt him, it meant that they were probably prepared.
For example, they might've used some special tricks such as magic restriction or flight prohibition.
It wouldn't be good if he was surrounded.
Roland turned the stone building into mud again and sprayed it into the sky. Then, he cast several spatial bubbles at the seaside.
Roland's flight was very noisy. Also, the magic waves from the spatial bubbles were quite obvious.
When Roland flew in the sky, a dozen vulpera who had been aiming at him dropped their weapons helplessly.
Roland's flying speed was too fast. Not to mention the problem of predicting the trajectory, just this flying speed alone made it impossible for the arrows to catch up.
Hirlow knew a thing or two about Mages. He was dumbfounded as he watched Roland fly over his head and disappear into the horizon. He asked in a daze, "What's that?"
It took Roland four minutes to reach the seaside.
He didn't want to give up halfway. He had come all the way here. Chances were that he could find the Red Magic Tower after crossing the ocean.
However, he couldn't find a good way to cross the ocean.
The ocean was vast. If he wanted to fly across it, he had to find a foothold on the way.
Although the Ice Ring spell could freeze a piece of seawater and make a foothold, the problem was that small pieces of floating ice were useless in the ocean. The waves in the deep sea were generally very high. Even when there was no wind, they could be one or two meters high, and the small floating ice would be easily overturned.
As for the large pieces of floating ice … How much magic power would it cost?
The purpose of finding footholds in the ocean was to recover magic power, but wouldn't it be a contradiction if a lot of magic power was used to make suitable footholds?
Besides, the weather on the ocean changed three times a day. If there was a storm, even the large pieces of floating ice would be nothing more than duckweed in the middle of the waves.
He stood at the seaside in melancholy.
While he was sighing, he suddenly saw a team of green humanoid creatures running at him in a weird way on the left side of the seaside. He could even vaguely hear their grunts.
Roland observed carefully, only to discover that the humanoid creatures were green all over. Their eyes were as big as lightbulbs, and their chins were protruding. They were very ugly. They looked like alien creatures.
"What's that?"
Lauren let out the same sigh as Hirlow did earlier.
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