Chapter 234 Oracle Prophet

It was dawn, another morning.

Although everyone in South Sea Town knew that a big war was imminent, the growing strength still gave the townspeople and the storm soldiers and civilians on the defensive side a lot of confidence.

Especially this morning, all the Naga who once occupied the entire coastline to the east of the town came to the beach to receive the lectures of the old female Naga wearing the emblem of the Hundred-Handed God of Death.

No one can understand the Naga language, and this does not prevent them from seeing the red-finned Naga wear a pair of special scale armor shoulder armor. The mark representing the identity of Duke Marcus's private soldier is quite eye-catching .

"Oh, as expected of the King of the Sea." Said the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind.

At this time Duke was waiting for the low tide.

Originally, Duke wanted to go to deal with that bullshit murloc prophet early in the morning, but he was told that that guy was on an island near the southwest coast of South Sea Town.

The place is quite troublesome, full of hidden reefs, and even a sampan can easily be unlucky. If people pass by, the best way is to wait for the low tide and pass directly on the exposed beach.

If it was Duke alone, then Duke would take Naga there directly. It's a pity that General Seamus, a dead-headed general, is by his side, so he can only go when the tide is low at noon.

Soon at noon, Duke and his party waited until the tide ebbed, crossed the rocky coast, and came to an unnamed island.

"Damn, so many murlocs."

There are murlocs in the sea, murlocs on the shore, and murlocs on the shore.

Usually in twos and threes, even on the beach, they are murlocs running around in waves. Now Duke feels denser than the poor fish in a can of sardines, like a bunch of ants huddled together. Although it is not impossible to insert a needle, at least it is absolutely impossible for a sampan to drive in.

There are scales everywhere, a huge fish-shaped body, big eyes, and ridiculously disproportionate hands and feet.

People with trypophobia are definitely not suitable to see this scene.

The arrival of Duke and his party caused a commotion.

Valla tried to seize control of these murlocs with the intimidation of the Naga, but Valla failed again. Although they were afraid and cringed, they never really retreated or worshiped Vala.

General Seamos's scalp was numb: "Master Duke, I know that murlocs play an important role in your defense plan, but I still strongly suggest that you evacuate first, we should gather more troops to control this scene, such as Let the Stormwind Kingdom Navy come."

Before the formal transfer of command, the former Bloodsail warship moored off the coast of South Sea Town was still under the command of Duke. From a reliable point of view, Seamus is absolutely right.

Duke didn't want to do that.

He controls the murlocs by immature coercion and coercion, which is tyranny to put it bluntly. Once the coercion based on the horror legend was broken, Duke would never want to control these murlocs again.

Even though murlocs are all fighting scum, having a large number is still very useful.

For example, the last time an ice boat was used to transport 50,000 elite soldiers, there were no murlocs to pull the boat, so why did the soldiers soak their lower bodies in the water and kick the water?

"Huh!" Duke snorted coldly, and the arcane circuit in his body suddenly accelerated. The sun was still fierce at noon in mid-October, but under Duke's terrifying magical power, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep --" a series of explosions sounded, and at a distance of 100 meters from Duke to the shore of the island, a frozen road exuding a cold light was taking shape.

The murlocs yelled in horror and spread out to the left and right, lest they be trapped by the cold air, they instinctively sensed the existence of danger.

In just a few seconds, an icy avenue with a width of 5 meters and a length of 100 meters, reflecting the bright sun, appeared in front of everyone.

"Gah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-*)!" the murlocs yelled strangely. Recoiled to make way for a wider passage.

"Tom, you stand back a little bit." Duke ordered softly, and then boldly walked on the icy king's avenue.

On the left is Valla, a wrathscale naga priest wielding a long knife.

On the right is Sephiris, a spined naga priest holding a spear.

Originally, the Naga priests had the highest status among the Naga, but now the Naga priests of the two clans surrounded Duke as if they were serving secular kings, which made those murlocs who had never joined Duke's command even more frightened.

The two murloc leaders from the western wilderness, Old Blind Man and Fish Spear, seemed to feel something was wrong. These two guys even crawled over and knelt down tremblingly on both sides of the ice road.

"Get out!" Duke yelled lightly, and the arcane shock was released to the left and right at the same time, hitting the two weak-willed guys until they vomited blood and flew out.

But...the two guys seemed to realize that Duke was stronger, so they came over again regardless of their injuries, and knelt down at a farther place.

"Take care of you later." Duke said in murloc language.

Come to the center of the island.

Duke heard a voice with a mysterious rhythm.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (murlocs are a great race)—"

Duke was annoyed, so he simply let the system filter it and translate it directly.

Thousands of murlocs below all worshiped: "The oracle is right——"

"The murlocs only obey the true king of the ocean, and all creatures that do not belong to the ocean are not worthy of being murloc rulers."

Thousands of murlocs knelt down again: "The oracle is right—"

At this time, at the highest point of the island, standing on top of a huge pink clam shell, holding a staff holding a green crystal ball like a dragon's claw, and a strange fish with a lot of water elements on its right hand People, pointed the wand to Duke who showed 72 mage hands.

"So, this human being..."

"Huh!?" Duke sneered, the system had completely locked on the so-called prophet who had bewitched his murloc subordinates to defect.

The level of this prophet is very good. As a murloc, especially in this murloc race with low intelligence, it is absolutely a miracle that such a wise murloc with the peak strength of a sky mage can be born.

However, the sky mage and the like are definitely not enough in front of Duke!

No matter what the reason is, as long as the murloc seer speaks out against Duke's rule, even if all the murlocs here are killed, Duke will never show mercy.

At this moment, Duke's magic circuit has circulated at full speed, all the space passages connecting the elemental world have been opened, and all the elements in the surrounding atmosphere have crawled under Duke's feet, waiting for Duke's dispatch at any time.

At this moment, the murloc prophet's tongue seemed to be stuck.

"What am I, a human being?" Duke sneered. In his eyes, the murloc prophet was already a dead fish.

Suddenly, the murloc prophet who claimed to be an oracle widened his yellow eyes and pointed at Duke.

"Yes! That's right! He is the unworldly king that our murlocs meet once in ten thousand years, leading us to dominate the coast and making the murlocs even greater!"

The murlocs below knelt down to Duke together, shouting in unison like a tsunami: "The prophet is right! Meet my king!"

"Huh? Shrimp!?"