Chapter 84 Old Fishman

On Fish-Man Island, after leaving the palace, Guizhang returned to his tribe's station and entered a newly dug undersea cave.

The cave is deep but not dark. An unknown stone exudes a shining light, illuminating the entire cave.

"The Great Sacrifice."

Walking into the warm cave, looking at an old fish man who seemed to be sleeping, Guizhang bowed respectfully.

Although he is a third-level transcendent and the leader of the Eight-Legged Tribe, he really has no airs to show in front of this old man.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

The cloudy eyes opened, and the old fishman raised his drooped head.

Different from Guizhang, the old fish man's body shape is closer to that of humans. Not only does he only have one pair of arms, his face is also very similar to humans, but his skin color is different. More importantly, he also has algae-green hair. You must know that most of them All fishmen have no hair.

Looking at the face of the high priest, Guizhang's attitude became even more humble, and he told the story of what happened in the palace today.

"It seems that our new kings still have certain methods, but they are just a little rough."

The high priest of the Eight-Legged Tribe, Mark Posey, had basically figured out the clues to this matter just by listening to Gui Zhang's words.

"We still have to cooperate if we need to. No matter what, humans are our murloc's biggest enemies. This must be made clear."

"I understand, High Priest."

"Well, if nothing happens, just leave."

The voice was still calm, but the expression of the high priest quietly changed. After hearing this, Guizhang bowed again and slowly withdrew.

Gulu, Gulu, the inexplicable and strange sound echoed in the cave, and Guizhang's body, which had not yet walked out, could not help but stiffen slightly.

The translucent cave became dim in an instant, and tentacle-shaped shadows twisted and squirmed on the wall, exuding an ominous aura.

He let out a breath without looking back. After his body stiffened slightly, Guizhang walked out of the cave quietly. Except for him, no one in the entire New Iska knew that the great priest of the Eight-Legged Tribe was a genuine fourth-level priest. Extraordinary Mark Posey already has a physical problem. Not only has it not been resolved yet, but there are also faint signs of worsening. It is precisely because of this that he agreed to this matter cleanly even though he knew it was fishy.

Three days later, in unknown waters, the Memphitos Combined Fleet was advancing at an extremely fast speed.

On the Knight's Sword, Sean and Asim were standing together and talking about something.

"Earl, we should not be far from Fish-Man Island, right?"

Sean asked casually as he took a sip of the red wine in his glass and looked at the blue sea.

"That's right, if nothing else happens we can arrive at Fish-Man Island in one day."

After hearing this, Sean put down his wine glass and frowned.

"Earl, everything seems to be going too smoothly."

Turning his head and glancing at Asim next to him, Sean showed a trace of doubt. They had been going so smoothly along the way without encountering any harassment from the fishmen. If the fishmen hadn't noticed it until now, Sean didn't believe their actions. After all, the sea was their home field.

"Sean, don't worry, all the conspiracies and schemes are a farce that cannot be staged due to absolute strength."

At this moment, Asim's words were particularly calm, with indescribable confidence.

Hearing this, Sean nodded and said nothing more.

According to the collected intelligence, this large tribe of fishmen has about 5,000 fishmen. Due to their racial speciality, except for young children and the elderly, most of the fishmen are able to participate in the battle. Their strength can be said to be quite strong, but this time Meng The forces mobilized by Fetos are even more powerful.

There is not much difference in personnel between the two sides, but this time Memphitos mobilized a new thousand-man infantry regiment, equipped with Lester single-shot rifles.

I believe it will give the murlocs a big surprise. In addition, in order to weaken the murlocs' advantage in the sea, the combined fleet also carries a large number of newly developed deep-sea bombs. The most important thing is that the combined fleet also has a large number of extraordinary Among them, there are two in the fourth level, and they are not weak.

With such power, Asim should indeed have enough confidence. After all, according to the information he collected, the leader or king of this large tribe is only a third-level man, and his biggest support is a fourth-level cetacean sea creature. Strange.

At noon, the sun was unleashing its brilliance with all its strength, and the Memphitos Combined Fleet was preparing for war in an orderly manner. After all, it was not far from its destination.

"Um?"

On the deck, Sean, who was originally calm, suddenly changed his color.

After approaching Fish-Man Island, for safety's sake, Sean would use his Haki to explore the surroundings from time to time, and this time he seemed to have discovered something remarkable.

"finally come."

After breathing a sigh of relief, Sean actually felt a little relieved.

After a period of improvement, his knowledge that originally could only cover a small town could now cover half of the island. Within such a range, the movements of the fish-men could not be hidden from his eyes at all.

If it is an ordinary person, after noticing so many sudden life breaths, he may not be sure that it is a fish man. After all, there are a large number of fish in the sea, but with the characteristics of 3D imaging, the movements of the fish man are clear. is presented in Sean's black and white world.

"Whitebeard, go and inform Count Asim that the fishmen are here."

Hearing this, Whitebeard's figure not far from Sean moved and disappeared immediately.

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"Master Holkins, how are you? Are you really a fish-man?"

On the deck, Asim stood next to an old man with gray hair and a long beard and asked softly. In front of him, Sean and White Beard were also standing there with solemn expressions.

"It is indeed a fish man."

The gray pupils opened, the invisible power converged, and looking at the sea in the distance, Holkins gave a positive answer.

"Baron Sean, your perception skills are very good. We can exchange knowledge about witchcraft when we have time."

Turning around and glancing at Sean, Holkins had a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"My pleasure, Master Holkins."

Upon hearing this, Sean had a right smile on his face and agreed readily.

"Then, Count, prepare for war."

After changing his words, looking at Asim, Holkins' voice became heavier.

"I have long been ready."

After confirming the news of the fish-men's attack, Asim not only did not feel worried, but instead felt a long-lost excitement. He was Count Asim of Memphitos, but he was also an iron-blooded knight. His gentle appearance could not hide his strong temper. A heart eager to fight.

As Asim's orders continued to be issued, the war machine of the Memphitos Combined Fleet began to operate at high speed.