It was another dawn. The vast surface of the sea was suffused with a blue radiance. However, if one looked carefully, they would discover that there were many strange figures swimming at high speed in the clear shallow sea.
Like a school of migrating fish attracted by the intersection of cold and warm ocean currents, countless murlocs the size of trolleys began to attack a bay in the northern part of the Western Wilderness.
The bay was not big. The crescent-shaped entrance was about 60 meters wide. Once one entered, one would enter the shallow water area with a depth of less than two meters. If this place was not filled with murlocs that had no sense of beauty at all, it might be a perfect beach.
The huge murlocs were like a black tide, surging at the entrance of the bay, dyeing the entire outside of the bay.
At the entrance of the bay, a male Naga swam in. His huge snake tail swayed in the waves, supporting his majestic upper body above the water surface.
Waving a trident, the strong male Naga with gray scales shouted arrogantly, "Seeing that we are also from Queen Azshara, hand over the baby and the human who killed our chief warrior. The Gray Scale Clan will give you a chance to put down your weapons and surrender!"
"This is the territory of the 'Hundred-Handed Death God Hugard'. If the Gray Scale Clan does not want to be exterminated, get lost." Vara raised his scepter high and shouted at the other party.
The male Naga showed a sarcastic expression. He shook his head as if he knew this would happen. His figure disappeared into the water.
"Is that human so reliable?" The one-eyed male Naga beside Vara could not help but ask.
"No, I'm just tired of running, and I don't want to surrender." Vara turned his head and looked at his most loyal subordinate with his greenish-brown eyes. He then glanced at the newly built nest. "Ganarde, if the battle is not going well, take them and leave. They are our last hope. "
The male Naga called Ganarde seemed to be reluctant, but he nodded heavily in the end. "Understood."
In the distance, there was a continuous sound of water splashing, like boiling water. The black color outside the bay dyed the mouth of the bay at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, accompanied by a series of strange squeaks unique to murlocs, the army of murlocs charged to the edge of the beach in the blink of an eye.
The surging momentum was like a huge wave hitting the shore. It was very frightening.
Unfortunately, the Raging Waves Beating the Shore only had momentum.
The merfolk's huge wave was shattered by a different kind of shore.
"Throw the axe!"
Over a thousand simple short axes spun in a wondrous manner from high up on the shore. It was as if a sudden heavy rain had poured down, almost instantly extinguishing the morale of the attacking murlocs that had just been stirred up.
[Skinning Axe]!
Duque had obtained the blueprint from Hogg.
This was the simplest kind of axe. It was made by tying a sharp stone that could be seen everywhere on the beach to a wooden stick with a thick rope.
For humans, unless they were primitive people, no one would use such a crude battle axe. But for the slightly retarded murlocs, this was the best throwing weapon.
The long-range attacks easily crushed the morale of the attacking Fishmen. The group of fellows turned around and fled at a speed even faster than when they came. For a moment, the battle formation was in chaos.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Vara raised his scepter, and all the defending murlocs jumped into the sea one after another, fighting with the murlocs who were trying to escape.
If it was a brilliant commander paired with strictly disciplined soldiers, they might be able to use the terrain to repeatedly consume the opposite side's forces, but the murlocs … well, that was the case with their retardation.
Anyway, one side had to escape, and the other side had to chase, so at least there would be some results.
But as the Grey Scale Clan became ruthless and threw a large number of male Nagas into the battlefield, the situation developed in a direction that was not favorable to the Furious Scale Clan.
The male Nagas had burly bodies comparable to trolls. When they stood up, they were easily more than two meters tall. Even on land, without three or five Stormwind City soldiers, they would not be able to handle them. Where there was water, they were even better at hand-to-hand combat.
They waved their huge tridents, as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, easily chopping the murlocs who dared to come forward on the Furious Scale Clan's side into minced meat.
After a few tests, the murlocs only dared to use the Skinning Axe and the Murloc Wise's Frost Arrows for long-range attacks.
But the effect was not great.
As an aquatic race, the male Naga had good ice magic resistance and extremely thick scales. Wrapped around the explosive muscles were fish scales that were comparable to armor.
The murlocs' attacks could hardly hurt them at all.
At this time, a female Naga with gray scales all over her body appeared in the bay.
"Vara — I'll give you one last chance, kneel under my tail. The Naga Siren who has the ability to cast spells should not die so easily. "
"I refuse —"
"Then you can die! I will find your young females and teach them well. Hahahaha! "The Naga Clan was a matriarchal clan, and the females who had the ability to cast spells were the masters. The strength of a Naga Clan was often not measured by the size of the population, nor by the number of slaves, but by the number of female Naga who had the ability to cast spells.
If there were not enough females in their own clan, they would rob other families' female cubs, and then cultivate them into helpers of their own clan. This was the way the Naga Clan survived and expanded.
"Come on!" Vara was furious. One of her arms held the scepter, and the other two suddenly pulled out four sharp scimitars from the scabbards behind her waist.
Those were exquisite weapons that should not have come from the Naga Clan. The cold light of the scimitars was reflected in the sparkling light, and the warriors of the Grey Scale Clan could not help but be stunned.
Those were expensive weapons from the Iron Stove Castle's Dwarf Craftsmen!
When Duque arrived, the battle had entered the most intense stage. More than half of the Grey Scale Clan had attacked the beach. On the beach, Vara was besieged by dozens of male Naga.
Almost every moment, there were more than 10 tridents slashing at Vara, but Vara took advantage of the small gap between the different movements of the male Naga to fiercely counterattack.
Every time when it was about to be hit, Vara's slightly slender upper body, with the support of the coiled snake-like lower body, swayed at high speed like a roly-poly doll, and dodged the fatal attacks in an instant. The scepter kept releasing chilling ice arrows, knocking down the male Naga one by one.
The four ferocious scimitars released a continuous stream of blade light, chopping off one thick arm after another.
Her movements were so fast that she even pulled out a faint afterimage!
She was so fierce, but still could not stop the balance of victory from tipping in the Grey Scale Clan's favor. Because the opponent's priest had not yet made a move.
At this time, a clear male voice suddenly came from the mouth of the bay.
"I heard that you can farm monsters here?"
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