Menethil's Power

Chapter 76 Zam Tata Wow!
On one of the few dry clearings in the swamp in the southwest of the wetland, a half-sized plesiosaur corpse suddenly appeared.

The plesiosaur had been dead for less than half a day, and it was only initially degraded by microorganisms in such a humid environment. The fresh and rotten breath diffused with the breeze in the swamp, stimulating the senses of scavengers.

Bluegill murlocs are one of them. The weakest predators in these wetland swamps usually feed on plants and molluscs. They like large pieces of meat, especially the ones flavored with maggots. Don't care about the source of meat, even if it is the same kind of corpse.

So soon three bluegill murlocs groped their way over. Their gazes at the corpse of the plesiosaur were as if they had discovered a new continent. After a burst of pleasant but unclear shouts, they began to eat.The body of the dead plesiosaur has softened, so the murlocs can easily cut open its flesh with crude weapons.

They have no sense of crisis and eat so much that they can hardly walk.After satisfying their basic desire to eat, they realized that it was impossible for them to enjoy such good fortune alone. This huge creature was enough to meet the needs of the entire tribe for several days, and as tributes, they would enjoy an unimaginable privileges, including better weapons, more ornate ornaments, and the right to reproduce.The last item is especially important.

The three murlocs chatted with each other, and finally reached a consensus. They left reluctantly, and one of them tore off another piece of meat very unwillingly.From the beginning to the end, their simple minds never had any doubts about the sudden appearance of a deep-water monster in the swamp, nor did they notice the dense reed tubes erected in the surrounding mud ponds at all.

The young mage Luo Ning was feeling very bad at this moment. He was completely submerged in the mud and breathed only by a reed.Ke Bin couldn't bear this feeling, he had to close his eyes and mouth tightly, but the stench coming from his nostrils still challenged his nerves constantly.

Luo Ning can swear that he is by no means a delicate mage master, and he is not afraid of the icy wind and snow in Alterac, but the situation at this time is really not something a normal person can bear, he can even feel it through his skin. Mollusks of molluscs in silt.

The young mage once again regretted that he shouldn't be traveling with someone. After defeating the jackals, this incomprehensible highness seemed to have fallen in love with the mud completely. hours, just to ambush a bunch of mindless amphibians.

Naturally, Squall and Valeera didn't have to suffer this crime, but Luo Ning, who didn't have any means of concealment, had no choice.

So he felt extremely manic and depressed at this moment, and he wanted to jump out of this dirty quagmire immediately, then wash himself thoroughly with at least twenty buckets of water, and then smash the bucket on Isaacs' forehead.

Sensing the movement of the mage beside him, Isaacs, who was also lying in the mud, kicked over without hesitation. After overcoming Ronin's resistance, he raised his head slightly and looked at the fishing trap he had set up. .

Of course, he will not seek guilt for nothing, and it is a helpless move to make such a bad move. Unlike the mosskin gnolls, the murlocs have a stronger ability to survive and a larger number. They seem to be able to survive in any extreme environment. Ai They will be found wherever there is water in Xerath.

This is not the most troublesome thing. Although the bluegill murlocs live in groups, they live in small tribes, each of which has its own territory. There are more than a hundred such small tribes in the entire wetland swamp.

This made the task difficulty of the newly promoted paladins steeply increased by several levels. After all, they only have 300 people. If they were wiped out one by one, they would only be exhausted.

As far as Isaacs could see, a group of blue-green murlocs were running towards this side. There were more than 300 of them. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. This is a rare large tribe. Adult murlocs will only go out to look for food, and there should be approximately the same number of baby murlocs in their lairs.

The leading murloc seemed to be a bit bigger than its kind, with a few clothes and pearls as decorations, and the twisted wooden staff in his hand showed his identity as a spellcaster.This is a very rare murloc sage. He has wisdom far beyond his kind, so he often serves as the leader of the tribe.

The murloc sage scolded his restless subordinates, and began to inspect the plesiosaur corpse with a very cautious attitude, and even tasted a small piece. From his expression of enjoyment, it can be seen that he thought it was very delicious.

Unfortunately, the happiness of these bluegill murlocs in finding food did not last long. An equally large murloc tribe was also attracted here by the sweet smell of plesiosaur carrion. The leaders of these new murlocs also He has a tall body, but he is holding a scimitar in good condition. Obviously, this is a murloc leader, a melee murloc leader corresponding to a wise man.

The atmosphere on both sides is not friendly, food is the most precious thing for murlocs struggling to survive, and they refuse to share it with other murlocs.The murloc wise man realized that a war was about to happen, so he decided to communicate with the leader of the opponent.

The murloc wise man: "Whoa, whoa, Gumo?"

Murloc leader: "Zam Tata wow!"

There was nothing to talk about now. It seemed that the murloc leader's words were extremely insulting, so the wise murloc shot out angrily, and directly greeted the opponent with a water arrow.

This is a signal for war, and murlocs from different tribes fought instantly. They are short in stature, but have a ferocious nature. The murlocs are only weak compared to other monsters. In fact, an adult murloc is completely powerful. Crushing an able-bodied human being.

Therefore, this small-scale war was very bloody, and many murlocs were directly bitten off by their own kind.While these amphibians were struggling for food and survival, a group of tall, black figures surrounded the open space.

The murlocs seemed to have sensed it, and stopped their hands one after another, looking at these humanoid creatures that looked like swamp monsters with trembling eyes.They exude an astonishing evil spirit, their skin is covered by a thick layer of foul-smelling mud, and only two eyes emit a cold light from all over their bodies.

Isaacs, who was also covered in mud, did not participate in the battle, but stood not far away to observe the one-sided massacre. The Silver Knights' methods were extremely fierce, as if they were venting out the resentment hidden in the mud.

Isaacs simply cleaned up his face. As for the sludge on other parts of his body, he could only let it dry on his own.He ignored Ronin, who was frantically using the water-making technique to clean himself, and turned to look at a young man who was also covered in mud. "This should be the last batch, Mat?"

"Yes, sir." Matt Horner replied, with a serious look and a distressed image at this time, it seemed quite funny. "We are now at least a hundred kilometers away from the fortress. Murlocs beyond this range will not pose a threat to the fortress. If they want to move over, they will naturally fall into internal struggles for territory. So our battle this time Keep the fort safe from the Bluegills for at least two months."

Isaacs nodded. As a young man who was exceptionally promoted from among the newly promoted paladins, Matt Horner possessed excellent commanding skills in battle. His talent in cultivation may not be outstanding, but he has a high degree of talent. Enthusiasm, a well-developed mind, and a firm will, he was directly appointed by Isaacs as his own adjutant.

Facts have proved that Isaacs’s vision is correct. Although the current Matt Horner is still very immature in terms of tactical command, far inferior to Baldrige and even Reinhardt, but his thinking flexibility And the overall situation is far more than the latter two, and this is precisely the necessary quality of a high-level commander.

Although the name of this medium-sized, handsome young officer seems to come from another dimensional universe, but this should be a coincidence. There may be two identical people in the multiverse, let alone just the same name?
Matt made a suitable plan for the extermination of the bluegill murlocs, that is, only exterminate the murlocs within a certain range of the fortress, and try to lure and encircle them as much as possible.This plan was very effective, so Isaacs paid more and more attention to him, and even directly used the affectionate title of "Little Pony".

Matt Horner was noncommittal, neither seemed honored nor seemed disgusted.

A slim figure suddenly appeared beside them, it was Valeera.The elf female thief still maintained her hot look, and her two slender thighs exposed attractive eyes.Isaacs could feel Mat's breathing quickening, and he couldn't help laughing to himself. "Have the two murloc leaders been resolved?" Isaacs asked.

"Two miscellaneous hairs that don't even have the lord level will bother me to take action." Valeera said angrily, and then showed a look of disgust, "Stay away from me, you smell like a dog now A troll who hasn't showered in ten years."

Isaacs automatically ignored her last sentence. Of course he can wash himself, but as the entire team lacks clean water, it is best for him as a commander not to enjoy exclusive privileges. This is the basic principle of a leader. Literacy.

"There is something I must remind you, Your Highness." Squall's voice came over, "Our food reserves are exhausted once again."

Isaacs felt a pain in his forehead, the battle with the murlocs did not need to consider casualties, but the logistical supply was a serious problem.The military rations they brought out from the Gulf Fortress have long been exhausted, and there are not many things that can be used in this swamp. The meat of the plesiosaur has a small amount of toxin, and only murlocs with almost full-level survivability can digest it. .

"Do you have any suggestions?" Isaacs asked hopefully, thinking that Squall should have a solution.

Squall gestured to the battlefield already full of murloc corpses, "The bluegill murlocs don't have poisonous glands," the mage said in a calm tone, "If you don't mind, you can use them as food. I have several rare cookbooks here, which record how to make murloc scales and murloc eyeballs into food."

Isaacs' face turned green, and he immediately refused without thinking. "It's very close to the border of the swamp. We should be able to find enough food if we continue south." He said decisively, "Maybe we can find a clean river or stream or something."

(End of this chapter)