"Which one is closer?"
"Huh?"
"I'm asking which one is closer, the Spiny Naga or the Murloc Prophet? We have to clean them up anyway, so let's go from the closest to the furthest. "
The Naga Siren priest's heart was suddenly in a mess. She finally realized the gap between her and her master. Her vision was still too low. In her mind, she was thinking about how to use the existing forces to suppress the opponent and expand the territory and the tribe.
Her master was thinking about which one was closer …
Sure enough, the difference in strength led to a different level of thinking.
"The Spiny Naga is closer. Their leader is called Sephyllis."
"Lead the way." Duque said simply.
At this time, seeing Duque rushing back in the middle of the night and leaving with the Naga, Seamus could not calm down. There was no doubt that Duque was important to Stormwind, and now Duque's position was even more important. The deputy commander of the Lordaeron Alliance!
This was a big man with independent military power, and a lift of his foot could shake the earth three times. It was no exaggeration to say that if something happened to Duque, at least half of Stormwind's dream of restoring the country would be shattered.
"Sir Marcus, are you leaving the camp?"
"Well, there's something on the Naga side."
"Please be sure to wait until morning so that I can arrange guards for you."
Duque waved his hand, "I can't wait. Southshore may become the main target of the Horde's attack within 10 days. I must recover all the Naga and Murlocs here before that."
General Seamus resolutely stopped in front of Duque, but he bowed deeply and lowered his head, "Sir, please be aware of your status and importance. What you are shouldering now is not just your own dream, but the dream of restoring the country of nearly a million Storm citizens. If you insist on leaving at night, please be sure to bring enough guards. "
Duque was stunned, "It's not that exaggerated, just some Murlocs and Naga. I'm an expert in this area. I can't let the heavy infantry of the Griffin Legion run to the beach with me in heavy armor and then swim. "
General Seamus raised his hand, and Duque found several groups of people nearby were coming.
Not only were there guards wearing full leather armor, holding short swords, hand crossbows, and small round shields, there was also a large group of marines. If he said that he wasn't prepared, he would be lying.
Seamus took out a warrant, "His Majesty Wrynn has ordered that Duke Duke Marcus is an important minister of the country. Before he has enough powerful knights around him, no less than a hundred guards are allowed to go out at any time."
Duque laughed involuntarily.
He almost wanted to reveal the fact that he could be resurrected.
However, Duque still accepted it.
"This is just a relaxing hunt. Alright, take your hammers and other blunt weapons and set off. Remember to be gentle when you smash him. I want him alive. "
At three o 'clock in the morning, with two hundred guards and nearly a hundred nagas, Duque and his team went along the eastern beach of Southshore.
Fighting at night in this era was a very troublesome thing. In the darkness, not to mention the warriors below, even General Tom Seamus, who was in charge of being the captain of the guards, had an instinctive panic in his heart. He even doubted how much combat power his subordinates could exert once they were attacked. They were already strong soldiers if they didn't scatter in panic at the beginning.
If the opponent was an orc, Duque would definitely not dare to court death.
But such a low-level naga …
In the past ten thousand years, most nagas had lived at the bottom of the sea, and their vision was different from that of humans. Their vision was more of perception, just like what humans called "night vision." On the contrary, the strong light of noon would have a considerable impact on them.
They arrived at the place after twenty minutes. It was a great bay. The concave harbor was surrounded on three sides by cliffs that could not be climbed except by expert rock climbers. The remaining side was a beach. Duque and the others almost dripped water when they went in.
"Alright, it's daybreak. Wake them up." Duque whistled.
Seamus looked at the moon hanging high in the sky, and the muscles on his face trembled.
Three seconds later, the elite human soldiers who received the order began to shout, which easily alarmed the nagas who were already extremely vigilant.
A large number of nagas rushed out of the caves under the cliffs, and of course, there were a small number of fishmen who were slaves.
Duque noticed that the biggest difference between these guys and his angry and gray-scaled nagas was that their arms and the fins on their backs were bright pink.
"Prepare for battle …" General Seamus hadn't finished shouting.
Duque shouted, "Close your eyes!"
Arcane Fire Magic Circuit was fully activated!
A huge fireball that was as bright as the noon sun jumped out of Duque's hand and flew at a high speed to a height of more than thirty meters before exploding.
The violent flash was like an invisible wave sweeping across the battlefield. The spiny nagas and their fishmen were all hit. The nagas who were afraid of light, and the fishmen with big eyes, all covered their eyes in pain, bent over, or rolled on the ground.
The enemies were all blind, while their own side was full of energy. In such a state, the spiny nagas and fishmen could not stop the organized and disciplined slavers under Duque.
Although they had good combat power, they could not even exert 10% of their combat power.
Moreover, in a blind state, listening to the deafening roar in their ears, they became extremely flustered. Countless nagas and fishmen waved their weapons in panic, and even poked their own people. Some wanted to escape back to the cave, and some instinctively wanted to escape into the water in panic.
The enemies were in chaos.
Most of the enemies on land were taken care of by Seamus's men, and those who rushed to the shallow water were dealt with by one-third of the male nagas sent by Vara.
All the guys who were blinded were knocked down in just three minutes.
The defeat of the large force outside, in turn, caused the nagas who were still staying in the cave to waver.
Even if the leader of the spiny nagas repeatedly howled, calling the nagas to counterattack, not many red-finned nagas dared to come out.
Even if they came out, they would be served by several human hammers. This kind of whack-a-mole fighting style was popular with most people, although they almost did not believe that all this was really happening.
As Duque said, "This is just an easy hunt," it was not even a warm-up battle.
"Come on! Show your face! " When Duque shot a fireball that could bend into the cave that was only fifteen meters deep according to the system's scan, as the specially weakened fireball exploded, the blazing flame forced a female naga priest with pink fins to roll out.
Eighteen Magician's Hands instantly subdued this naga priest.
Duque did not even look at her and directly threw her to Vara.
"Teach your kind well. If they refuse to surrender, kill them." The red-finned naga priest and Vara trembled at the same time.
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