The first rays of dawn appeared. It was another morning.
Although everyone who stayed in Southshore knew that a war was about to break out, the increasing strength still gave the townspeople and the defenders a lot of confidence.
Especially this morning, the nagas who once occupied the entire eastern coastline of the town all came to the beach to be scolded by the veteran naga wearing the emblem of the Hundred-Handed Reaper.
No one could understand the naga language, but it did not prevent them from seeing those red-finned nagas wearing a pair of special scale pauldrons, which represented the identity of Duke Marcus's private soldiers.
"Oh, as expected of the sea king." The Storm Army said so.
At this time, Duque was waiting for the tide to recede.
Originally, Duque wanted to go and deal with the fishman prophet early in the morning, but he was told that the guy was on an island near the southwest coast of Southshore.
That place was quite troublesome, with many submerged reefs. Even a small boat could easily be unlucky. If people wanted to go there, the best way was to wait for the tide to recede and directly pass through the exposed beach.
If it was only Duque, then Duque would directly take the nagas there. Unfortunately, General Seamus was with him, so he could only wait until the tide recede at noon.
Soon it was close to noon. Duque and his party waited for the tide to recede, crossed the rocky coast, and came to an unnamed island.
"Damn, so many fishmen."
There were fishmen in the sea, on the shore, and on the shore.
Usually, the murlocs were in groups of twos and threes, even on the beach. But now, Duke felt that the murlocs were denser than the poor fish in a can of sardines. They were like a bunch of ants squeezed together. Although it was not to the extent that a needle could not be inserted, at least it was absolutely impossible for a sampan to sail in.
There were scales everywhere, huge fish-shaped bodies, big eyes, and disproportionate ridiculous hands and feet everywhere.
People with trypophobia were absolutely not suitable to see this scene.
The arrival of Duque and his party caused a commotion.
Vara tried to use the naga's intimidation to seize control of these fishmen, but Vara failed again. Even though they were afraid and cowering, they never truly retreated or worshipped Walla.
General Seamus' scalp went numb. "Duke, I know that the Murlocs play a very important role in your defense plan, but I still strongly suggest that you evacuate first. We should gather more troops to control this situation, for example, let the Stormwind Navy come."
Before the formal transfer of command, the former Blood Sail Battleship docked on the coast of Southshore was still under Duque's command. From a reliable point of view, Ximos was absolutely right.
Duque didn't want to do that.
He controlled the fishmen by relying on his immature coercion and deception. To put it bluntly, it was tyranny. Once the pressure built on the terrifying legend was broken, Duque would never be able to control these Fishmen again.
Even though the Fishmen were all trash, they were still very useful when there were a lot of them.
For example, when they used the ice ship to transport 50,000 elite soldiers last time, they didn't have the Fishmen to pull the ship. Were they supposed to let the soldiers soak their lower bodies in the water and kick around?
"Humph!" Duque snorted coldly, and the arcane circuit in his body suddenly accelerated its circulation. The noon sun in mid-October was still very strong, but under Duque's terrifying magic power, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.
"Beep beep beep beep —" A series of explosions sounded, and in the distance of 100 meters in front of Duque to the shore of the island, a frozen road emitting a cold light was forming.
The Murlocs screamed in horror and scattered to the left and right, lest they be sealed by the cold air. They instinctively sensed the existence of danger.
In just a few seconds, a 5-meter-wide, 100-meter-long Ice Avenue reflecting the bright sunlight appeared in front of everyone.
"Ga Oh Naka (The Sea King has been added)!" The Murlocs screamed. They flinched and made way for a wider passage.
"Tom, you stay back a little." Duque ordered softly, and then proudly filled the King's Avenue that was emitting ice.
On the left was the Furious Scale Naga Priest, Walla, holding a long sword.
On the right was the Spiny Naga Priest, Sephyllis, holding a spear.
Originally, the Naga Priest had the highest status among the Nagas. Now the Naga Priests of the two clans were crowding around Duque like serving a secular king, which made the Murlocs who had not joined Duque more and more frightened.
The two Murlocs from the Western Wilderness, Blind Old Man and Fishspear, seemed to feel that something was wrong. These two guys actually rolled over and knelt on both sides of the Ice Avenue, trembling with fear.
"Get out!" Duque snorted, and the Arcane Impact was released to the left and right at the same time. At once, the two guys with weak willpower flew out while vomiting blood.
But … the two guys seemed to realize that Duque was stronger. Regardless of their injuries, they came over and knelt a little further away.
"I'll deal with you later." Duque said in the Murloc language.
They came to the center of the island.
Du Ke heard a voice with a mysterious rhythm.
"Gaahhhh (Murlocs are a great race) —"
Duque was annoyed listening to it, so he simply let the system filter it and translated it directly.
The thousands of Murlocs below all bowed down. "The Oracle is right —"
"The Murlocs only obey the true king of the sea. All creatures that do not belong to the sea are not worthy to be the ruler of the Murlocs."
Thousands of Murlocs knelt down again. "The Oracle is right —"
At this time, at the highest point of the island, standing on a huge pink clamshell, holding a staff like a dragon's claw holding a green crystal ball, a strange Murloc with a large number of water elements wrapped around his right hand pointed the staff at Duque who had 72 Hands of Magic.
"So, this human …"
"Huh!?" Duque sneered. The system had completely locked on this so-called Oracle who had bewitched his Murlocs and betrayed them.
This Oracle was very good. As a Murloc, especially in this Murloc race with low intelligence, it was absolutely a miracle that such a Murloc with the strength of a peak Sky Mage could be born.
However, what Sky Mage, in front of Duque, was definitely not enough!
No matter what the reason was, as long as this Murloc Prophet said something against Duque's rule, then even if he had to kill all the Murlocs here, Duque would not be merciful.
At this moment, Duque's magic circuit had already circulated at full speed. All the space passages connecting the Elemental Realm had already been opened. All the elements in the surrounding atmosphere had already crawled under Duque's feet, waiting for Duque's command at any time.
At this moment, the Murloc Prophet's tongue seemed to be stuck.
"What am I, a human?" Duque sneered. In his eyes, the Murloc Prophet was already a dead fish.
Suddenly, this Murloc Prophet who called himself the Oracle opened his glistening yellow eyes wide and suddenly pointed at Duque.
"Yes! That's right! He is the Murlocs who appear once in ten thousand years, the one who will lead us to dominate the coast and make the Murlocs even greater! "
The Murlocs below all knelt down to worship Duque and shouted in unison like a tsunami, "The Prophet is right! Greetings, my king! "
"Huh? What!? "
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