Outside the bay, more than a dozen fishing boats rode the rising tide and rushed towards the mouth of the bay at high speed. They were so fast that the few scouts that the Grey-scaled Nagas had set up could not react in time.
All the elite warriors had been transferred into the bay, and the small number of Nagas and Murlocs left outside the bay did not even have time to react before they were defeated by Duque's magic.
The fishermen fearlessly crashed into the mouth of the bay, following the tide and pulling out the plug at the bottom of the cabin with a long rope, allowing a large amount of seawater to pour into the boat. At the same time, they looked for an opportunity to jump into the sea and quickly swam back to Makarov's side.
The entire process was done in one go, and it was almost completed before the Nagas realized what was going on.
When more than a dozen boats completely blocked the mouth of the bay, Duque stood at the top of the largest boat and made that extremely pretentious declaration.
"I heard that we can farm monsters here?"
At first, the Grey-scaled Nagas and their subordinate Murlocs did not know what it meant. As far as they were concerned, it was ridiculous to think that they could block their way out by using a few broken ships to block the entrance of the bay.
But soon, they could not laugh.
Level 2 spell [Darsong's Cold Prison]!
Low-level spells also depended on who was using them. If it was the previous Duque, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was squeezed dry N times.
But now, Duque was an earth mage with a perfect [Arcane Circuit]!
Duque shouted fiercely, "Ha-"
A horrifying chill instantly burst out from his body. It was very difficult to simply freeze moving seawater, and Duque used a trick of using a sunken ship as a framework. The seawater that turned into ice was stuck by the sunken ship, and in turn, became the support of other ice blocks.
Layers of ice were stacked on top of each other, and the entire huge ice dam was almost completed in the blink of an eye.
The Nagas and Murlocs blinked and saw that Duque was already standing on top of an ice throne that was more than three meters above the water, looking down at the Grey-scaled Nagas and Murlocs who were tossing and turning in the bay with a calm gaze.
In the next moment, the iconic 108 Hands of Magic appeared in the void.
At this moment, Duque's aura was astonishing. He was so dazzling that he was like an ice god descending from the heavens.
Near the mouth of the bay, a male Naga tried to attack Duque just now, but his entire lower body was frozen. He let out bursts of low wails, and the three arms that could still move were desperately slapping the ice.
"Noisy!" Duque raised his eyebrows coldly. One of the Hands of Magic in the void suddenly extended its index finger, and a maximized Arcane Missile accurately pierced through the male naga's mouth and the back of its head, splashing out an arrow of blood. Naga let out the last whimper of its life. Its tall and majestic body swayed, then fell back onto the ice.
There was silence on the battlefield.
Everyone who witnessed this scene seemed to have forgotten about time and everything in the outside world.
Makarov and the other mercenaries and fishermen subconsciously stopped what they were doing. Apart from the salty smell of the sea and the chill of the icy wind, the air in their nostrils seemed to be filled with excitement, heat, and a hint of a legend.
Are all old mages this powerful?
Or is it that only Sir Duke Marcus is this powerful?
Even though everyone on the boat had their eyes on that ridiculously young figure, Makarov did not forget his current situation. He took a step forward and blocked Duque's line of sight from the dazed helmsman.
He pulled out his dagger and swung it in the opposite direction. "What are you standing there for? Turn around immediately. We'll await your triumphant return. Are you trying to shame your name by losing a fisherman? "
The subordinates immediately came to their senses and quickly turned the helm, leaving Yang Fan behind.
Within the bay, the battle that had paused for a short while began once again.
Just like Blind Old Man and Fishspear, the murlocs under the Grey-scaled Naga's command crumbled the moment they saw Duque's many Hands of Magic.
They cried, screamed, and made all sorts of unintelligible noises. Thousands of murlocs were thrown into chaos in the middle of the bay.
"Kakoooooh (In the name of the mighty God of the Sea's Hundred-Handed Reaper, attack!)" Blind Old Man and Fishspear immediately launched a counterattack, cutting down the Naga's murlocs as if they were vegetables.
It's a mess, it's all a mess!
Even if the Grey-scaled Naga Siren still had the upper hand in terms of high-end combat power, the female Grey-scaled Naga Siren priest knew that if Duke subdued all of her murlocs, the hundreds of Naga Siren would be wiped out. She ordered the strongest male Naga Siren warriors to continue attacking Vara while she personally led her subordinates and charged towards the mouth of the bay.
They had to kill Duque and open up a gap.
As long as they could get rid of Duque, the Naga Siren's last hope, then everything would be back on track.
Duque sneered as he watched the Naga charging towards him.
"Hey, system elf, what's the evaluation result of the plan I proposed to you last time to use Hand of Magic to shoot Arcane Missiles at the same time?"
With the system elf, it was equivalent to automatically having the Metamagic Specialty of Multi-Casting. The only difference was in power.
"After examining the host's arcane circuit, it is recommended that the host fire no more than 80 Arcane Missiles at a time."
The Arcane Missiles in the World of Azeroth were slightly different. Because a single Arcane Missile was less powerful, it was generally fired three at the same time in a triangle to ensure lethality.
Therefore, one shot was three.
"80 hits? Then I might as well reduce it to 36 hits. "
A large number of Hands of Magic unfolded into a pair of wings behind Duque. Duque raised his right hand and waved it down forcefully.
As if hearing the command of their commander, the Hands of Magic in the void turned their wrists at the same time and fired a hundred shots at the same time. The arcane energy that was the size of a fist was emitted, and the powerful and destructive energy expanded. The resulting bluish-purple light strongly stimulated the eyes of the Naga.
Every 36 Hands of Magic formed a wave, and the three rounds of Hands of Magic seemed to be firing ceaselessly.
Without deliberately aiming, Duque poured the barrage of Arcane Missiles on the place where the Nagas were most concentrated.
The Naga's scales, which were like iron plates, were obviously effective in resisting physical attacks, but they obviously couldn't resist Duque's Arcane Missiles. The Arcane Missiles, after being polarized, visually looked like long magic spears, tearing the bodies of the Nagas into pieces.
Dozens of heavy and sharp tridents were blasted into smithereens, and over a hundred majestic bodies were pierced through. If the blood that was floating in the bay earlier was mostly the blood of the Murlocs, then this huge pool of blood now had a new addition — the blood of the Grey-scaled Nagas!
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