Chapter 347 The Fish-Man Falls

As an ancient magical creature, the fish-man combines the wizard's high sensitivity to magic and the beast's natural intuition of danger. Therefore, when the black sheep fell into Professor Garcia's eyes, the scales on its arms were astonishing. The dorsal fin under the robe felt great fear before thinking.

The scales stood upright and the dorsal fin was raised. The old fish man forgot to breathe for a moment.

Just then.

Click, click, click.

Several totems that had been worshiped by the Linzhong Lake Fishman Tribe for a long time made ominous cracking sounds. This is a warning to the devout believers from the sacrificial spirits remaining in the totem objects.

Professor Garcia turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the tortoise shell closest to it. On it, rough brush strokes were used to outline the scene of several murlocs fighting Kraken. It was the most powerful totem in the tribe.

But at this moment, a layer of faint dark red flames was floating on the tortoise shell, burning slowly in the dark and cold lake water. Above the flames, jumping, slender tentacles could be vaguely seen, waving in all directions.

The mournful wails of the souls were vaguely heard in the flames.

The eyes of the old priest who was carrying the tortoise shell turned white, his face showed pain, his scales stood up, and his fins shook wildly. But this state only lasted for a short time, and then the slender tentacles above the flames gathered together and merged into the shape of a big shadow hand, gently caressing the turtle's back and the old priest's body, taming its exploding scales. Soothed.

Professor Garcia had a look of horror on his face.

A noisy and confusing prayer sounded vaguely in its ears. The old professor could confirm that he did not know the language used in those prayers, but what was frightening was that it could completely understand what those prayers wanted to convey. mean:

"l'ebumna syha'h n'ghft" (In the eternity and darkness of the abyss)

"Ya na kadishtu nilgh'ri" (I know nothing)

"Y'ai 'ng'ngah" (I call on Him)

"stell'bsna Shub-Niggurath" (Ask the Dark Goddess of Abundance)

"NIGGURATH!" (Supreme Mother Goddess, the Black Goat of the Forest who gave birth to thousands of descendants)

The dark red flames on the tortoise shell jumped and flickered, intertwining lines of strangely shaped writing. Professor Garcia realized that this should be the prayer that those voices were chanting.

The prayers are majestic and the voice is peaceful and compassionate, but the sound and appearance are different. What the ears hear and what the eyes see are two extremes. As far as the eye can see, there are endless waves between the dark red flames and the slender tentacles. Terror, grief, despair, madness, and even deathly silence are like the scene in the deepest part of the eighteenth level of hell, where the corpses of countless gods can be faintly seen floating in it.

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

The old fish man knew this name. He belonged to a very ancient and great existence deep in the starry sky, and was even more powerful than the two vice-presidents of the First University.

But precisely because of this power, this ancient existence and other wanderers similar to him in the deep starry sky have become taboos in the Wizarding Alliance. They are called the gods of the old days. Any wizard who praises their true name will have He might be tied up by the Danhag law enforcement team and imprisoned in the deepest part of the black prison.

Because any wizard who praises their true name and looks directly at their image will be unconsciously twisted by them into a fanatical believer.

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

The priests who carried tribal totems, because they often communicated with the gods, were the first to succumb to that great power, crawling in the muddy sand, hoarsely praising the Black Goat of the Forest that gave birth to thousands of descendants. real name.

Then came some radical murlocs, who were obsessed with breaking the shackles imposed by wizards on the murloc clan, and did not hesitate to borrow any forbidden power. Therefore, after feeling the greatness of the Old God, they surrendered without any resistance. Under those shadows and dark red flames.

"NIGGURATH!"

"boom!"

"Jingle Bell!!"

The great elder of the fish-man tribe and Professor Garcia slammed the staff in their hands at the same time, activating the magic hidden at the head of the staff.

The silver ring on the head of the great elder's staff made a crisp sound, awakening the minds of many elders who had fallen into chaos.

The octopus at the head of Professor Garcia's staff jumped off the top of the staff, its tentacles twisting in the cold lake water, dancing the mysterious dance of sacrifice, and throwing out bubbles one after another. The translucent seals were wrapped in bubbles, gurgling, and rushed towards the priests carrying totems - the old fishman was determined not to do anything to the black sheep, but it could try to save its own people.

Tentacles protruded from the dark red flames one after another, catching those seals into the shadows without causing any ripples.

"Run!"

The elder of the fish-man tribe had a long beard fluttering at the corner of his mouth, turned his back to Professor Garcia, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Take them ashore! Seek asylum in the school!!"

"Run!!"

They are all elders of the tribe, and have long passed the age of passion. Professor Garcia and other old fish people, like the elder, know what is more important at the moment.

They all saluted the great elder.

Since it is impossible to save those tribesmen who have fallen, then we must protect the tribesmen who have not yet fallen. Professor Garcia waved his staff and rolled up a stream of water, covering Iseni and several other young fishmen who were still a little confused but still had a hint of clarity in their eyes, and flew deep into the tribe like an arrow from a string.

There were waves of violent magic fluctuations coming from behind.

The old fish man couldn't help but look back.

The great elder had used his staff to smash all the totems carried by the priests, and at the same time used magic spells to twist off the heads of all the murlocs who were indulging in the sound of prayer. His whole body was glowing with brilliant blue light, and he was rushing towards the niggas. Drawing's dependents.

The dead fishmen opened their arms and slowly fell into the water.

The black goat tilted its head, revealing the burned half of its face. Even from a distance, the dark red muscles and tangled blood vessels on the goat's face were still clearly reflected in Professor Garcia's eyes -

The huge sheep's eyes that had lost their lids were like a light bulb emitting endless light. He stared intently at the group of green light rushing towards him, seemingly with a hint of curiosity.

The old fishman never knew that gods would be curious about ants.

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The black goat in Professor Garcia's eyes did not realize how much harm his arrival had caused to this small, conservative fish-man tribe.

In fact, He didn't try to understand.

Because right now, He has more important things to do.

At the forest goods market in the north area of ​​Beta Town, when he first saw the wizards in black robes, and saw the faint thread of fate and the opposite huge power of destiny on those wizards, he knew Those wizards are not something you can resist.

It is true that those wizards are very weak, and it seems that a sneeze can knock them away.

But the power hidden behind those black robes is so vast that it can easily distort time and cause and effect. If he doesn't want to be completely expelled from this world, then he must find a safe enough shelter before that power falls.