Murlocs were the most common and annoying monsters in the World of Azeroth. They could be seen in almost all tidal flats and wide lakes.
They had slippery skin, 'smart' eyes that were bigger than your fist, and dorsal fins that were extremely stylish. Their bright colors and roguish style were their trademark.
Murlocs on their own were absolutely useless, and the following would often happen in a one-on-one fight.
"Caw —" The murlocs squawked, and started fighting without saying a word.
"Caw!" They felt a little pain, and immediately turned and ran.
Chase them. These monsters with strong limbs and a fish head and body could run fast, and they could swim. Run home as soon as you started chasing.
"Caw, caw, caw, caw —" In no time, a large group of murlocs would run towards you, and teach you a lesson.
If you beat them all away with your arrogance, then the result would be that more merpeople would join in the pursuit of you.
This chain reaction that could easily explode caused Duque to suffer greatly back then.
So why did Duque want to find murlocs?
Firstly, murlocs were the vassals of some powerful deep-sea creature that was still in slumber or waiting. It could be said that murlocs were used to being enslaved.
Secondly, murlocs were not as stupid as many people thought they were. Part of the evidence showed that their steady and gradual occupation of land was in fact highly coordinated and organized. However, whether this plan was in line with the murlocs' own wishes and interests was unknown.
Most importantly, that day in Elven Forest, after giving the corpse of a poor thief from the Brando family to the murlocs as supper, Duque suddenly discovered a strange language in the system notification — Murloc.
The amazing system actually directly deciphered the relatively simple Murloc language.
Before transmigrating, knowing two foreign languages was more reliable when looking for a job than going to university.
Unexpectedly, it seemed to be the same after transmigrating.
After linking with the translation software provided by the system genie, even though Duque wanted to say 'Motherf * cker', what came out of his mouth was a hilarious cadence of "Wahhh, caw".
This gave Duque a possibility — perhaps he could subdue the murlocs.
Under normal circumstances, Duque would never be so stupid as to do such a thing. But thinking about it, the Beastmen had yet to attack, and the Door of Darkness had yet to open. In the world of Azeroth, no matter which country it was, it was all about seniority. If Duque didn't find another way, it would be impossible for him to improve himself to the point where he could influence the battle before the Door of Darkness opened.
Only by doing so would there be a chance to turn the impossible into the possible.
So early in the morning, Duque went to the beach alone.
He was already prepared to communicate with the murlocs with magic, kill the mentally retarded ones, leave the less retarded ones, and finally arrange for a slightly more intelligent murloc sage to be his representative. However, Duque suddenly discovered that …
On the beach, two large murloc tribes were playing Clan Conflict.
Wow! Hundreds of Fishmen were fighting on both sides!
The scene must be bloody and violent, with flesh and blood flying everywhere and blood boiling, right?
Duque suddenly realized that it was stupid of him to have such expectations.
Hundreds of murlocs fighting, the scene was more like a super large scale … hide and seek!
Yo, over here, Murloc Tribe A gathered three murlocs, against two murlocs of Murloc Tribe B. Sorry, there was no such thing as a battle. The side with fewer numbers ran away as soon as they met. Obviously, they had two short legs, but they ran faster than rabbits.
Huh? Suddenly, two murlocs ran into two of their own tribe's clowns. Great, it became three to four again. Decisive counterattack, oh, no, counterattack.
It was the turn of the three murlocs to run away.
It was not easy to gather two murlocs of similar strength. One murloc's first generation murloc fiercely threw a stone, causing the other murloc's second generation to have his eyes swollen. The other side suddenly lost all their courage and scattered.
Listening to the strange "gawk gawk" sound in the murloc language, it roughly translated as: "It's not that the national army didn't work hard! But the Japanese army has Gundam! "
Gundam your sister! You call that piece of rock a high-speed kinetic weapon … You should apologize to all the Gundams in the world right now! '
Hearing the bullsh * t translation of the system elf, Duque even wanted to strangle the system elf to death.
But it was also good. Seeing this bullsh * t battle of the murlocs, Duque also gave up the plan to organize the murlocs into an army.
Knowing that the other side was all a staff.
You still specially went over to sell swords?
Duque was not that stupid.
With a long sigh, Duque made his move.
In the original plan, Duque felt that he had to kill at least a hundred murlocs to make these clowns calm down a little. Who knew that as soon as Duque made his move, all the murlocs fell into a dead silence.
The next moment, the sound of "gawk" was endless. On the beach, a large number of murlocs bowed their heads and bowed.
The only reason was — — Duque's [Hand of Magic].
[Hand of Magic] was a Mage condensing the simplest arcane energy into the shape of a human palm, to do some simple work for the Mage. For example, picking up a certain key from the place that was hanging high outside the iron cage.
Duque's [Hand of Magic] was slightly different. After the system elf automatically extracted the operation of the motion-capture system from Duque's head, Duque estimated that his [Hand of Magic] should be at least a level-two spell.
Because not only the quantity, but also the quality was not something that a regular Mage could achieve.
Eight palms of light floated in the void behind Duque. And four Hands of Magic easily tore apart the murloc that charged the fastest and intended to attack Duque.
"Gawooooooooo (Great Emissary of the Ocean, I, an old blind man, submit to you on behalf of all the tribes on the west coast)!"
"Ohhhhhhhh (Great God of the Ocean, I, Yu Mao, submit to you on behalf of all the tribes on the west coast)!"
Hundreds of Fishmen knelt down and worshipped Duke like he was a god, this scene was really … … comical!
It was done so easily?
It was so easy that Duque found it hard to believe.
Perhaps, it proved that there was no free lunch in this world. Suddenly, there was a violent splashing sound on the seashore.
Duque's pupils suddenly constricted.
It was some creatures that shouldn't be here — Naga!
Unlike other monsters in the World of Azeroth, Naga were actually quite noble. About ten thousand years ago, the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, tempted Queen Azshara of the High Elven Kingdom and a group of High Elven nobles, asking them to prepare to open a portal for the Burning Legion to invade the World of Azeroth.
This ancient war ended with the defeat of the Demon King, Sargeras. And when Queen Azshara and her cronies fell into the sea, in order to survive, they accepted the call of the ancient gods and all transformed into Naga, half-human, half-snake creatures that could survive at the bottom of the sea.
Therefore, Nagas were actually creatures with extremely high intelligence. And because the female Naga inherited the beauty of the High Elves, their upper bodies were quite beautiful, but their lower bodies were just snake bodies.
At this moment, two groups of Naga were obviously fighting.
As soon as the female Naga at the front saw the murlocs, she shouted in the murloc language, "I command you in the name of Avis to help me block those stupid male Nagas behind me!"
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