Chapter 182 Conquering the Murloc Tribe

"At night, release the three-light lighting technique on the top of the city wall, and the dark night mercenary group will clear out the enemies for you."

Looking at the pieced together letters, Varaj couldn't help but clenched his fists.

If he had used these mercenaries from the beginning, would his alicorn not have died?

"Are the rewards ready?"

Varaj asked his retinue, in fact, it was no big deal if the lord didn't give him the money, but he didn't know the strength of the Dark Night Mercenary Group.

Similarly, if a mercenary group cannot be armed to collect debts, it will end up being wiped out by major forces.

"Everything is ready, sir."

The retinue brought out a wooden box, which was filled with all kinds of magic crystals, many of which were even third-order ones.

Originally, Varaj planned to use these to train Honghong and Xiaolan, but he never thought that he would fall into the hands of these despicable mercenaries today.

The things given to his wife fell into the hands of other men. The more Varaj thought about it, the more he felt that he had been NTRed.

He is still immersed in his own world.

If it weren't for the support of the ratmen, Goldelburg would have been able to drive them away, and the number of these murlocs would have been intimidating.

One second left! One second left before he can squirt out!

"Despicable human beings! How dare you offend the great prophet!"

"Try the ice arrows that Master Dassault is most proud of!"

But my dream was disturbed by an inexplicable human being!

Since it is unreachable territory, wouldn't it be asking for trouble if you help him completely solve the problem?

Those who didn’t know thought it was some mysterious ritual.

With these cute fishmen, they can not only patrol the inland waterways at all times, but also play a role as pirates to attack enemy merchant ships.

Really big-hearted.

Like their less evolved cousins, murlocs sleep with their eyes open.

"But we can't kill them all."

This habit frightened the Chasseurs who were preparing for a sneak attack for more than an hour.

As soon as Dassault Red Shell woke up, he found a huge figure standing in front of him.

"Come! Targaryen! Let him face the reality!"

First of all, Windsor cannot quickly and legally annex surrounding territories.

The two fish lingered for a while, and the beautiful female fish couldn't wait to spray out thousands of densely packed fish eggs!

Dassault finally couldn't hold it any longer and swam above the eggs on the spot, ready to release the stress of being a fish.

As for the fire attack, there are no fish people who like to roast themselves into dried fish. They don't know how to use fire.

The shell weapon scratched the fence in the village and could only scrape off some sawdust.

It's really wonderful.

"Woah! Woahahahahahahahah! (Murloc language)"

But if you want the Murloc Prophet to be completely shocked, you still have to give him a little rat-man shock.

At this time, Iket had to adopt some British thinking.

In order to adapt to the underwater and above-ground environments at the same time, the various senses of the fishmen can only be said to be barely adequate, and ordinary noises cannot wake them up.

If the ratmen were to take action now, these five hundred murlocs would meet a tragic end in less than ten minutes.

"Let's observe first. If those mercenaries are not strong enough, then they will simply refuse to pay."

Just during the day, Dassault's Ice Arrows became famous by killing four Alicorns in one battle. All the murlocs in the tribe worshiped him and rushed to lick the Prophet's flippers.

Ictor could only endure his nausea, get used to the fish-man's "cute" big-eyed head, and establish a spiritual connection.

The rat man was unscathed, with only a few rat hairs frozen in the ice.

at midnight,

Due to the messy equipment in their hands, the murlocs couldn't do anything with the wooden houses.

When the negotiating partner became a human being, Varaj had some bad thoughts.

But there will be problems if he doesn't kill the fishmen. After all, no matter what these fish boys say, they are still obstacles on his route!

Unwilling to be reconciled, Dassault shot another ice arrow at Targaryen.

Then there is only one way left!

Flame Fist! Contract! Accept him as a dog!

Dassault continued to shoot ice arrows, but no matter how many shots he fired, they could not achieve the effect of shooting the Alicorn.

How can a powerless human being take on this powerful ice arrow!

Just now, Dassault was dreaming that he met a female fish with bright scales. They were in love with each other and decided to go on a date in the upper reaches of the river to do what they should do.

Iket: "."

Thinking of this, Iket slapped the fish-man prophet awake with a big mouth.

The ending is still the same.

The brainless murlocs are still wandering between villages and castles.

Dassault's red shell was knocked over by a punch and he felt dizzy for a while.

It wasn't until a rat-man boldly walked forward that he discovered that all the fish-men were actually asleep.

"What should we do, clan leader, do we want to kill them all?"

Ictor forcefully spread Dassault's fingers apart and pointed them at the warrior rat.

Targaryen poked the fishman prophet with a wooden stick, and saw the prophet turning over leisurely with his eyes wide open, ignoring the ratman's provocation.

The logic why fishmen dare to sleep in front of their enemies is also related to their unique physiological structure.

The angry Dassault raised his webbed fingers, and an ice arrow condensed in front of his palm.

This is also the reason why murlocs cannot smelt iron and can only grind shell weapons.

"Quack!"

Targaryen said and sneezed at the right moment.

This is different from the unification wars in ancient history. The current Nansai is not even a late Han Dynasty.

It was this guy who disturbed his sweet dream!

The distance between Ictor and Dassault is very close, and he has ample opportunity to prevent him from releasing the ice arrow.

Angrily, Dassault woke up and cursed loudly. However, because he was speaking in fish-man language, no one present could understand what he was talking about.

Poke.

This protects the murlocs from attacks by wild beasts, but any smart beast will not easily attack a "prepared" enemy.

Targaryen asked, without deliberately lowering his voice.

The fishman prophet had no idea that the power of his ice arrows was actually due to the gun in the hands of the rat men.

The ice arrows fired by the Murloc Prophet could only make the villagers in the houses feel wet and cold.

The ice arrow shot out quickly, and then shattered ruthlessly in front of Targaryen's solid wood-like body.

The fishman Dassault was surprised by Targaryen's defensive power. In his eyes, his ice arrows should be super powerful!

"He's not dead yet?"

"Hiss! Clan leader! I feel so cold!"

A group of murlocs gathered together and said "blah blah blah blah" for a while, but they couldn't come up with any countermeasures.

Since there was no other way, the fishman simply went to sleep.

After having the foundation of communication, Ikot didn't care about anything, and hit the fishman prophet in the face with a flaming fist!

Although he was not injured, the ice magic still made him feel like he was trapped in the cold winter.

"You get down!"

Ictor had no choice but to replace the disgraced Targaryen, and instead began to personally educate the fish-men in front of him.

"Look carefully, this is how the so-called Ice Arrow should be used!"
Chapter completed!