On Murloc Island, after leaving the palace, Guilty Zhang returned to his tribe's residence and entered a newly dug underwater cave.
The cave is deep but not dark, and an unknown stone emits a glint of light, illuminating the entire cave.
"Great Priest."
Walking into Wenrun's cave, looking at an old murloc who seemed to be asleep, Guizhang saluted respectfully.
Although he is a third-order extraordinary person and the patriarch of the eight-legged tribe, he really has no airs to put on in front of this old man.
"What's the matter, tell me."
Opening his cloudy eyes, the old murloc raised his drooping head.
Unlike Guizhang, the old murloc's figure is closer to that of a human. Not only does he only have a pair of arms, but his face is also similar to that of a human, but his skin color is different. More importantly, he also has algae-green hair. You must know that most people All murlocs have no hair.
Looking at the face of the high priest, Guizhang's attitude became more humble, and he told the whole story of what happened in the palace today.
"It seems that some of our new kings still have some means, but they are a little rough."
The fish is old and mature, just listening to the tricks, Mark Posey, the chief priest of the eight-legged tribe, has basically sorted out the clues of this matter.
"What should be cooperated is still to be cooperated. Human beings are the enemy of our murlocs anyway. This must be made clear."
"I understand, High Priest."
"Well, leave when you're fine."
The voice was still steady, but the face of the high priest changed slightly, and upon hearing this, Guizhang saluted again and then slowly retreated.
Gulu, Gulu, the inexplicable and strange voice echoed in the cave, and Gui Zhang, who hadn't walked out yet, couldn't help but froze slightly.
The translucent cave became dim in an instant, and tentacled shadows twisted and wriggled on the wall, exuding an ominous atmosphere.
He let out a sigh of relief without looking back. After his body stiffened slightly, Gui Zhang quietly walked out of the cave. In the whole of New Iska, except for him, no one knew about the high priest of the eight-legged tribe. The transcendent Mark Posey has a physical problem, which has not been resolved so far, but there are faint signs of aggravation. It is precisely because of this that he clearly agreed to this matter knowing that it was tricky.
Three days later, in unknown waters, the combined fleet of Memphitos was advancing at an extremely fast speed.
Knight's Sword, Sean and Asim were standing together and talking about something.
"Count, we shouldn't be far from Murloc Island, right?"
Taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, looking at the blue sea, Sean asked casually.
"That's right, if there are no accidents, we will be able to arrive at Fishman Island one day."
Hearing this, Sean put down his glass and frowned.
"Count, everything seems to be going too well."
Turning his head and glanced at Asim beside him, Sean showed a hint of doubt. They have traveled so smoothly on this journey, and they have not encountered any harassment from the murlocs. If the murlocs have not found out so far Sean couldn't believe their actions, after all, the sea was their home field.
"Sean, don't worry, all conspiracies and tricks are farces that cannot be put on the stage with absolute strength."
At this moment, Asim's words were exceptionally calm, with indescribable confidence.
Hearing this, Sean nodded and said nothing more.
According to the collected information, there are more than 5,000 murlocs in this large murloc tribe. Due to the particularity of their race, most of the murlocs except young children and the elderly can participate in battles, and their strength can be said to be quite strong. Phytos mobilized even more powerfully.
There is not much difference in personnel between the two sides, but this time Memphitos has mobilized a new thousand-man infantry regiment, equipped with Lester single-shot rifles, which I believe will give the murlocs a big surprise. In order to weaken the advantage of the murlocs in the sea, the United Fleet also carried a large number of newly researched deep-sea bombs. The most important thing is that the United Fleet also has a large number of Transcendents, including two at the fourth level, and none of them are weak .
With such power, Asim should indeed have enough self-confidence. After all, according to the information he collected, the leader of this big tribe or the king himself is only a third-level, and the biggest support in his hand is a fourth-level cetacean sea creature. Strange.
At noon, the sun is releasing its brilliance with all its strength, and the combined Memphitus fleet is preparing for war in an orderly manner, after all, it is not far from the destination.
"Huh?"
On the deck, Xiao En, who was originally calm, suddenly changed his color.
After approaching Murloc Island, for safety's sake, Sean would use his knowledge and arrogance to probe around from time to time, but this time he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
"finally come."
With a sigh of relief, Sean actually felt a little relaxed.
After a period of improvement, his knowledge and knowledge that originally could only cover a small town can now cover half an island. Within such a range, the murloc's movements can't be hidden from his eyes at all.
If it is a general knowledge color, it may not be sure that it is a murloc after sensing so many sudden life breaths. After all, there are a large number of fish schools in the sea, but with the characteristics of 3D imaging, the movements of the murlocs are clear. presented in Sean's black and white world.
"Whitebeard, go and inform Earl Asim that the murlocs are coming."
Hearing this, the white-bearded figure not far from Sean moved and disappeared in place.
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"Master Holkins, how is it? Is it really a murloc?"
On the deck, Asim stood beside an old man with gray hair and a long beard and asked softly, while in front of him, Sean and Whitebeard also stood there with solemn expressions.
"It is indeed a murloc."
The gray pupils opened, the invisible force converged, and looking at the sea in the distance, Holkins gave an affirmative answer.
"Baron Sean, your perception method is very good, we can exchange knowledge of witchcraft when we have time."
Turning around and taking a look at Sean, Holkins' eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
"My pleasure, Master Holkins."
Hearing this, Sean showed a just right smile on his face, and readily agreed.
"Then, Count, prepare for war."
As soon as the voice changed, Holkins' voice became heavy as he looked at Asim.
"I have long been ready."
After confirming the news of the Murloc's attack, Asim not only didn't feel worried, but felt the long-lost excitement. He is the Earl of Asim of Memphitus, but he is also an iron-blooded knight. His gentle appearance cannot conceal his A heart eager to fight.
As Asim's orders continued to be issued, the war machine of the Memphitus United Fleet began to operate at high speed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com