White Dragon Lord - Chapter 75

[Chapter 75 The Murloc’s Tragedy]

Hearing this, Amos raised his head and found that the sea area ahead was dyed an abnormal light red.

Blood?

!

The two white dragons flapped their wings, separated from the army of murlocs, and flew to the abnormal sea.

The white dragon descended to the height of flight and closely observed it close to the sea.

Felicia sniffed: “This smell! Murloc?!”

Amos looked solemn and said, “The blood is mixed with a faint fishy smell, that’s right! It’s a murloc!”

Felicia took a deep breath: “Can you dye such a large sea area red! How many murlocs have to die!”

The two white dragons raised their heads and looked up. The sea area in front of them was dyed red with blood, and the faint blood-colored waves could not see the end at a glance, exuding a bloody aura. , absolutely can’t sleep at night.

Amos closed his eyes, and he seemed to hear the wailing of the dead, who were crying about the brutality of the executioner.

who is it?

killed them!

El Bloodwave?

In the face of such a scene, Amos thought of the name of this legend, but soon, it overturned his guess, even with the legendary strength of El Blood Wave, he could not do it, slaughtering so many people in the sea fish man.

Although the legendary melee professional is outstanding in combat power, when they are exhausted, if they don’t run away, they can drown him or die of exhaustion with only 50,000 murlocs.

Besides, why did the murlocs fight him to the death, if they couldn’t escape by diving?

As far as Amos knows, the only person nearby who has the strength to do this is probably the sea giant tribe that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

But why do they do this?

Is it just worried that the murloc would reveal his whereabouts?

Amos is not a god, so I can’t guess.

But Amos had a hunch that this trip to Blackwater would probably lead to nothing, but he had already arrived here, so there was no reason to let go halfway.

After a while, the old blind eye waited for the army of murlocs to come over. The murlocs were more sensitive to the blood of their compatriots than the white dragon.

“This! This is!”

The fish people whispered, and the army became commotion.

The white dragon lord slowly lifted off: “Silence!”

When the fish people heard the voice of the white dragon lord, they fell silent and looked up at the white dragon in the sky.

Amos pointed to the sea of blood: “Although, I don’t know what’s going on! But we can’t back down because of this. The whole team is vigilant and continues to move forward.”

For the master’s order, the fish people meticulously executed, and the marching horn sounded again.

The fish people drove the mounts into the sea of blood. The mounts and pets felt the bloody aura and became very excited, and the fish people quickly appeased them.

Soon, under the comfort of the murloc tide hunters, the pets calmed down again, and the team moved forward silently in the sea of blood.

Amos exited his contemplative state, and broke the peace by speaking.

“Old Blind! Send out scouts to check whether the murloc tribes that have been recorded are still around.”

“Yes!”

The orders of the white dragon lord were passed on layer by layer, and one after another, murlocs rode the fastest swordfish, left the team to perform tasks, and murlocs continued to return.

All the way down, the feedback from the scouts made Amos even more dignified. The murloc tribes originally recorded on the White Castle exploration map were all gone.

Amos looked at the sea of blood below, and these missing murlocs were probably more fortunate than good luck.

…

In the evening, the setting sun on the horizon was like blood, and the sea of blood became more and more bright red.

The white dragon in the sky looked around, but did not find any seabirds or fish, as if these natural elves also felt the strange atmosphere and hid.

After a long journey for several hours, the army of White Scale City is finally about to reach the Blackwater Tribe.

Now, the Blackwater Tribe has appeared at the end of White Dragon’s field of vision. Amos and Felicia couldn’t wait to leave the team and flew to the Blackwater Tribe to find the answer.

In the sky, Amos was silent when he saw the tragic situation in the Blackwater tribe.

Compared with the White Scale City, which is dominated by the will of the White Dragon Lord, the Blackwater Tribe is more like a traditional murloc city.

This large-scale settlement of murlocs was established in the shallow area. The murloc artisans used logs as the foundation and built dense thatched murloc huts of different sizes on the sea water. Conch, shell and other decorations, under the blowing of the sea breeze, make a crisp sound like a wind chime.

But the originally pleasant crisp sound, in this case, is like the complaint of a ghost.

In the Blackwater Tribe, there are densely packed murloc corpses. The corpses are distributed in a circle. The farther to the center, the higher the corpses pile up. The most central part does not even exceed the roof. Blood flows from the wounds of at least 200,000 corpses, and The seawater mixed into a viscous blood plasma, and it continued to spread to the surrounding waters.

Felicia flew around the corpse pile with a low tone: “There is still an altar and divine power in the center. This is a prepared sacrifice!”

Only then did Amos discover that there was a broken altar in the center of the corpse pile. The sacrificer was in a hurry, but he just destroyed the altar that had lost its use value. He didn’t even cover up the footprints around the altar, or he didn’t bother to cover it up. .

Felicia: “It’s a sea giant!”

Amos nodded silently, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com fell on the edge of the Blackwater tribe to observe the corpse.

“The time of death did not exceed three days. It took almost a day and a half for the sea giant to attack the White Scale City and the time we traveled. It seems that when the statue was robbed by you, the sea giant had already started preparing for this sacrifice.”

The white dragon lord feels very difficult, the enemy is more decisive and cruel than he imagined!

After waiting for a while, the murloc army arrived.

“Old Blind! Look for any clues.”

Even though he knew there was little hope, Amos couldn’t help but try it to see if the enemy had lost any valuable clues.

Felicia added: “If there is no clue, take the valuables away, we can’t come here for nothing.”

“Yes!”

The old blind eye quickly reacted, facing the stunned murloc army and waving his hand: “Search for everything abnormal!”

Soon, the army of murlocs dispersed, and the old blind eye jumped over the corpse with some of his hands and ran towards the center of the Blackwater Tribe. The murloc huts in that area are much larger than those in other places, and you can tell at a glance. It is the residence of Blackwater dignitaries.

After a while, the old blind eye came back with a shell in his hand, and the shell contained a magic pearl. The old blind eye did not say anything, handed in the pearl and stood aside.

Amos looked up at the dim sky: “Let’s go! This matter is beyond our ability.”

The old blind eye was about to call for the murlocs to retreat, when suddenly, the pet of war on the periphery made a commotion and calmed down immediately.

Amos instantly flew into the sky: “Who!”

A black-scaled murloc appeared in the battle pet group, and the murloc took the initiative to rise to the surface and stroked his chest with one hand: “The night watchman of White-scaled City – Faisi Darkscale, I have seen the master!”