What the hell was Avis?
Duque didn't know. But he could guess that since the Nagas all originated from the High Elf Queen Azshara and her immediate nobles, this should be the name of a more noble clan among the Nagas.
Needless to say, as soon as this name came out, those stupid murlocs all shivered as if they had pissed themselves. They all looked suspiciously at Duque, the Emissary of the Sea.
"Hmph!" Duque snorted coldly!
He didn't know why the murlocs were worshipping him, but most of it had to do with the Hand of Magic he had created.
Wasn't it just a competition of hands?
Come on! Who's afraid of who!
Duque raised his hand, and the system elf linkage was immediately activated.
Although Hand of Magic was a level-2 spell after being strengthened, the energy consumption and requirements of this spell were all mediocre level-0 spells!
There was no burden at all!
In the blink of an eye, 108 Hands of Magic that were flashing with blue arcane radiance floated in the air neatly in the mysterious formation of wings.
His aura was definitely top-notch.
The only thing that made Duque dumbfounded was the gestures of these Hands of Magic — why the hell were they all raising their middle fingers!
What was a forest of middle fingers? This was a forest of middle fingers!
The shining middle fingers exuded supreme disdain and contempt.
"Hey! What's going on? Why are they all middle fingers? "Duque roared at the system elf in his heart.
"Uh, this is the gesture I detected the most from the host, and I accidentally automatically set this as the starting gesture for Hand of Magic."
"Change it! Change it all! From now on, ordinary palms will do! "
"As you will."
Fortunately, the international gestures didn't seem to work here. Neither the murlocs nor the Nagas understood it.
However, the murlocs perfectly misunderstood the gestures that Duque made.
After being the servants of high-level aquatic creatures for more than ten thousand years, the merfolk didn't remember many things. However, there was one type of hand gesture that they had to remember. The direction that the leader always used his finger to point in, that could only mean one thing — You scum, attack!
"Gagagagalalalaloh (This Sea God has more hands, he's the real one. Kill the low-level impostor) — "
Hmm, a six-armed Naga is more awesome than a four-armed Naga, and an eight-armed Naga is more awesome than a six-armed Naga.
In any case, in the simple minds of the fishmen, whoever had more hands was the boss. Duque had 108 hands on his side. Duque was definitely a genuine ancient Sea God!
Regardless of whether Duque believed it or not, the Fishmen believed it!
Duque's hundreds of Magician's Hands seemed to have injected a kind of power into the hearts of these somewhat stupid creatures. That power was called confidence. During the era when the sea creatures were at their strongest, they dominated the entire Azeroth. The sea creatures with multiple arms were like flags on the battlefield. Wherever they were, they represented the will of the sea — absolutely invincible!
Contrary to the hide-and-seek 'battle' just now, the murlocs were a hundred times more courageous. They turned around and charged towards the nagas like a swarm of bees.
The murlocs were not a pure melee race. Not only were they holding simple spears and other weapons, but there were also many murloc wise men whose hands emitted the light of magic.
The unscientific fact that the murlocs could use [Frost Arrow] magic was also perfectly reflected in the World of Azeroth.
Compared to the murlocs, the nagas were definitely strong, but they were not strong enough to ignore the number of murlocs.
The leading female naga's face turned pale.
Completely unable to ignore these crazy murlocs, the female naga named Avis finally squeezed out a word from her mouth, "Go!"
With the ocean behind them, they did not dare to turn back. They could only risk rushing to the mouth of a small river on the left of Duque, attempting to enter the inner part of the Western Wilderness to take refuge.
A smile appeared on the corner of Duque's mouth. He did not stop this group of nagas. Instead, the finger of the Magician's Hand did not change, pointing to the group of nagas behind them!
The murlocs fought with the nagas behind them. Even if they did not collapse, they would still be food for the murlocs.
Many male nagas wielding huge tridents danced the weapons in their hands like wind and fire wheels. Every strike could split at least one murloc in half. But the murlocs' fearlessness shocked them.
Once upon a time, as long as one of the murlocs was lightly stabbed, the rest would die and run away screaming. But now? Although fear and panic could still be seen in their eyes, it could clearly be felt that they were dominated by a darker fear and a stronger will.
All of this obviously originated from the human on the beach with many palms of light floating around him!
"How dare you! A mere human dares to command our naga servants to attack us?! "The largest naga leader was furious!
Completely ignoring the Frost Arrow of the murloc wise man, he suddenly waved his trident and swept it three times in a row, dyeing the surrounding sea red with the blood and internal organs of the murlocs.
He fiercely swung his long, snake-like tail, breaking open a clear white wave mark from far to near on the rippling blue sea surface!
In just twenty seconds, he killed through the entire line of murlocs, killed his way to the shore, and rushed to within ten steps in front of Duque.
"Insignificant human! Pay the price for blaspheming the god of the sea — the price is your life! "
Duque was actually very weak at sea battles. If it was swimming, he was a piece of trash who could swim 50 meters in the pool by himself, and any further would be like playing with weights — why did he sink into the water?
But the nagas on the shore … Haha!
The male naga who was so mighty just now, with a "there are tens of thousands more like me" look, suddenly panicked.
He felt the water around him evaporating at a high speed.
[Dasong's Scorching Furnace] activated!
Almost in an instant, the originally hot and humid beach under his feet turned into a dry and blazing desert of death. The scorching hot sand stimulated his snake abdomen, which did not have much protection. The sudden increase in temperature made him panic.
The water droplets hanging on his scales disappeared with a sizzling sound, leaving a large burn mark on his scales. It was as if there were tens of thousands of invisible little hands, forcibly digging out every water molecule in the gap between his scales and even on his skin.
He could clearly see his bulging body rapidly shriveling up. The water that he relied on the most for survival was being forcibly taken away, and his whole body seemed to be in a burning hell of despair!
He panicked!
"No — what kind of sorcery is this!?" He screamed while trying to throw the trident and stab Duque to death with one move.
It was useless!
Dozens of blue light hands appeared in the void, pulling him before he could throw the trident. A strong force came from the palms, as if there were dozens of adult strong men holding him down.
He was shocked to find that he could not move!
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