Chapter 461: Fishman Terminator

Herag stared at the depths of the white fog.

Although he couldn't see, he had seen something through environmental detection.

It was a short humanoid creature, rushing over with some weapons in his hands.

"Is this... a fishman?" Herag identified it after a while.

These fishmen have fish heads, but human limbs, and weapons such as swords and harpoons in their hands.

"That's the direction of the lake."

Herag looked at the direction the fishmen came from and guessed that they should have crawled out of the lake.

He felt a little strange. The town seemed to be completely unprepared and had never thought that there would be fishmen attacking.

And he had talked about this town with other people in the past few days, and no one mentioned that there would be fishmen monsters attacking.

If this group of fishmen were originally in that lake, there should have been relevant news a long time ago.

This thick white fog must have been caused by these fishmen. Most people in the town have fallen into a deep sleep.

At this time, the fishmen rushed in, and these people became lambs to be slaughtered.

Herag picked up his long sword, tidied up his armor and went out.

Those fishmen were not strong individually, but for Herag, they were all free demonic auras that he could not let go.

After Herag left the inn, he noticed that other people had gone out, and they all looked like exorcists.

"We have to hurry up." Herag felt that he had to speed up, otherwise the demonic auras would be taken away by others.

He drew out his long sword, and with a few light jumps, he left the town and ran into a fishman head-on.

This fishman was less than one meter tall, with a fat fish head and a short knife in his hand.

When it saw Herag, it opened its mouth and roared, and rushed over, slashing at Herag with a short knife.

In the fishman's hand, this short knife actually looked like a long knife.

Due to the height problem, the fishman could only cut Herag's knees.

Herag would not give him the opportunity to cut himself, and dodged this slow knife with a flash of his body.

The cold light of the long sword flashed, and the fishman's fathead head flew out, and the headless body of the fishman fell to the ground.

A thin black gas floated out, and Herag immediately absorbed it into his body.

"Strength +0.2, Agility +0.3, Constitution +0.1."

Herag glanced at the data panel. The increase was not much, but it was also expected.

The individual strength of the fishman was still too weak. Their only advantage was their fast speed, which was enough to deal with ordinary people or adventurers with weak strength.

But in front of Herag, this speed was too slow.

After Herag absorbed the devil's breath of the fishman, he looked into the distance. There were still fishmen coming here in the thick fog.

He glanced at the other people who were rushing behind him, turned his head and disappeared into the thick fog.

Every time the long sword was swung, a fishman fell under the sword, and a black gas was absorbed by Herag.

When Jim came to the entrance of the town with the long sword, he saw the body of the fishman on the ground, looked at the thick fog, and then followed him out.

He is good at bows and arrows, but it is not convenient in the thick fog, which limits his performance.

Three other people followed him out, and they looked at each other.

"Let's cooperate."

"No problem."

"These fishmen are not strong individually, and we can reduce the probability of negligence and injury together."

These people are all powerful exorcists, so they are naturally not afraid of these fishmen.

The only thing to worry about is that the fog here is too thick, and there may be lurking fishmen somewhere to shoot a hidden arrow.

More people can reduce the chance of being hit by a hidden arrow.

...

Herag had already gone deep into the white fog and came to a jungle, which was full of fishmen corpses.

He found that not every fishman had a demonic aura, and only one fishman out of three fishmen had a demonic aura.

The fishmen with demonic aura were obviously stronger than other fishmen, and they were probably the elite among the fishmen.

But in front of Herag, it didn't matter whether they were elite or not.

He killed the elite, and only the elite had a demonic aura.

Herag looked around and found that the jungle was full of murloc corpses, and the area nearby had become a vacuum zone.

He had forgotten how many murlocs he had killed, and just glanced at the data panel.

So far, killing murlocs has provided him with a lot of attribute bonuses.

"Strength +3.5, Agility +4.2, Constitution +3.1."

Just killing a group of weak murlocs has brought him so many attribute improvements.

Herag truly felt the benefits of the demonic aura at this time, and he was more awed by this plane.

He had not been here for a long time, and he had not obtained much demonic aura.

Herag thought about it, if it was a strong man in this plane, who had accumulated it here for so many years, what kind of strength would he have.

However, he felt that the increase in demonic aura should also be limited, and it was impossible to increase it indefinitely.

It is likely that after absorbing a lot of demonic aura, the increased physical attributes will gradually decrease.

In other words, one unit of demonic aura could increase a little strength before, but later it might take ten units of demonic aura to increase a little strength.

Helag is unable to verify his idea because the data samples are too small.

There is no need to consider this issue at the moment, at least so far the attribute bonus brought by absorbing the devil's breath has not changed.

Herag looked around, looking for traces of the murloc.

Originally, there were murlocs everywhere, and there was no need to look for them. Now they have been killed by Herag and are nowhere to be seen.

If there is a title for killing murlocs, Herag should have won the title of Murloc Terminator.

Herag turned back suddenly and found that there was a man with a longbow and a long sword approaching behind him.

Looking carefully, it was Jim from the caravan, who also came in.

Jim didn't see Herag at first, the white fog blocked his sight.

He saw Herag only after he approached, and Herag's eyes scared him.

That look made Jim feel as if he would be killed as a murloc in the next moment.

Jim felt the momentum emanating from Herag and realized that his previous judgment was wrong.

This man is not an apprentice exorcist at all, but a formal exorcist who controls his own breath very well and is very powerful.

When Jim came here, he was wondering who was so powerful and killed so many murlocs.

After meeting Herag, he finally understood.

"You... you are here too." Jim was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

He kept a certain distance and didn't dare to get close to Herag.

Herag smiled and said, "I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I came out for a walk. I didn't expect to meet so many murlocs." (End of this chapter)