Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 198: Naga and Prophet

"Which one is closer?"

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"I want to ask which one is closer, the Naga or the Murloc Prophet? We both need to be dealt with anyway, so let's start from near to far."

The Naga priestess' heart suddenly became confused. She finally realized the gap between herself and her master. Her vision was still too low. She was thinking about how to use the existing forces to suppress the opponent and expand the territory and tribe.

But my master is thinking about which one is closer...

It turns out that the strengths are different and the levels of thinking are also different.

"The Naga are closer, and their leader is called Sepheris."

"Lead the way." Duke said simply.

At this time, seeing Duke rushing back in the middle of the night and following the Naga as soon as he came back, Seamus couldn't remain calm. Duke's importance to Stormwind Kingdom is unquestionable, and now Duke's position is even more important. The deputy commander of the Lordaeron Alliance!

This was a great man who had the power to lead troops independently, and the ground would shake when he lifted his foot. It was no exaggeration to say that if anything happened to Duke, the Stormwind Kingdom's dream of restoring its country would be at least half shattered.

"Sir Edmund, are you going to leave the camp?"

"Well, there's something going on with the Naga."

"Please wait until morning so I can arrange for an escort for you."

Duke waved his hand and said, "I can't wait. Southshore may become the main target of the Horde's attack within 10 days. I must recapture all the Nagas and Murlocs here before then."

General Seamus resolutely stopped Duke, but he bowed deeply and said, "Sir, please be aware of your status and importance. You are not shouldering your own dream, but the dream of nearly one million Storm citizens to restore their country. If you insist on setting off at night, please be sure to bring enough guards."

Duke was stunned. "It's not that exaggerated. It's just some murlocs and naga. I'm an expert in this area. I can't let the heavy infantry of the Griffin Legion wear heavy armor and go swimming with me on the beach."

General Seamus raised his hand, and Duke discovered that several groups of people were coming nearby.

Not only were there guards wearing full leather armor, armed with short swords, crossbows and small round shields, but there were also a large number of sailors. It would be a lie to say that we were unprepared.

Seamus took out a handwritten warrant and said, "His Majesty Llane has ordered that Duke Edmund is an important official of the country. Until he has enough powerful knights to guard him, he must be escorted by no less than a hundred people at any time when he goes out."

Duke burst out laughing.

He almost wanted to reveal the fact that he would be resurrected.

Still, Duke accepted it.

"This is just a relaxing hunt. All right, take some blunt instruments like hammers and go. Remember to hit gently, I want you alive."

At three o'clock in the morning, Duke and his party, accompanied by two hundred guards and nearly a hundred Nagas, marched along the eastern beach of Southshore.

Night battles in this era are a very fucked-up thing. In the darkness, not to mention the soldiers below, even General Tom Seamus, who was in charge of the escort, had a panic instinct in his heart. He even doubted how much combat power his men could exert once they were attacked. If they did not panic and flee at the beginning, they were already strong soldiers.

If the opponent was an orc, Duke would never dare to do anything stupid.

But such a low-level Naga...

In the past ten thousand years, most of the Nagas lived in the sea. The Nagas' vision is different from that of humans. Their vision is more of a perception, like what humans call "dark vision". On the contrary, the strong light at noon will have a significant impact on them.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the destination. It was a great bay. The three sides of the concave bay were surrounded by cliffs that could not be climbed except by rock climbing experts, and the remaining side was a beach. Duke and his friends almost had to wade into the water.

"Okay, it's daybreak, wake them up." Duke whistled.

Seamus looked at the moon hanging high in the sky, and the muscles on his face trembled.

Three seconds later, the elite human soldiers who received the order began to shout, which easily alarmed the Nagas who were already extremely vigilant.

A large number of Nagas rushed out from the caves under the cliff, and of course there were a small number of Brokenfin Shore Murlocs as slaves.

Duke noticed that the biggest difference between these guys and his Wrathscale and Grayscale Nagas was that the fins on their arms and backs were bright pink. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Prepare for battle..." General Seamus hadn't finished shouting.

Duke yelled, "Close your eyes!"

The arcane fire magic circuit is fully activated!

A huge fireball, radiant with light as bright as the midday sun, jumped out from Duke's hand, flew at high speed to a height of more than 30 meters and then exploded.

The violent flash of light was like an invisible wave sweeping across the battlefield. The Thornback Nagas and the fishmen under their command were all hit. The light-fearing Nagas and the big-eyed fishmen all covered their eyeballs in pain, and either bent over or rolled on the ground.

The enemies were all like blind people, while our side was full of energy. In this state, the Thornback Nagas and Murlocs had no chance of stopping Duke's organized and disciplined "slave trader troops".

Although they have impressive combat power, they cannot even exert 10% of their full combat power.

Moreover, in a blind state, hearing the deafening roar in their ears, they suddenly became extremely panicked. Countless Nagas and fishmen waved their weapons in panic, and even stabbed their own people. Some wanted to escape back to the cave, and some instinctively wanted to escape into the water in panic.

The enemy was in disarray.

Most of the enemies on land were dealt with by Seamus' men, while those that rushed to the shallow waters were dealt with by one-third of the male Nagas sent by Vala.

All the blinded guys were knocked down in just three minutes.

The defeat of the large army outside caused the Nagas who were still in the cave to waver.

Even though the leader of the Thornback Naga repeatedly roared and called on the Naga to counterattack, not many Red Fin Naga dared to come out.

Even if they come out, they will be attacked by human hammers many times their number. This whack-a-mole style of fighting is popular with most people, although they hardly believe that it really happened.

As Duke said, "It was just a nice, easy hunt," not even a warm-up fight.

"Come on! Show yourself!" When Duke shot a turning fireball into the cave that was only fifteen meters deep after the system scan, the specially weakened fireball exploded, and the blazing flames forced a female Naga priest who also had pink fins to roll out.

Eighteen wizard hands instantly subdued the Naga priest.

Duke didn't even look at her and just threw her to Vala.

"Teach your kind a lesson well. If they refuse to surrender, kill them." The Red Fin Naga Priest and Wala trembled at the same time.

The dawn breaks, and it's another morning.

Although everyone staying in Southshore knew that a war was about to break out, the ever-increasing strength still gave the townspeople and the defending Storm soldiers and civilians great confidence.

Especially this morning, all the Nagas who once occupied the entire coastline east of the town came to the beach to receive training from the old female Naga wearing the emblem of the Hundred-Handed Death.

No one could understand the Naga language, but that did not prevent them from seeing the red-finned Nagas putting on a pair of special scaled shoulder armor on themselves. The markings on them, representing Duke Edmund's identity as a private soldier, were quite eye-catching.

"Oh, you are worthy of being the King of the Sea." The Storm Army and civilians all said so.

At this time, Duke was waiting for the tide to go out.

Originally Duke wanted to go and deal with that damn murloc prophet early in the morning, but he was told that the guy was on an island near the southwest coast of Southshore.

That place is quite troublesome, with many reefs, and even a sampan can easily get into trouble. If people want to go there, the best way is to wait until the tide is low and pass directly on the exposed beach.

If it was just Duke, he would have taken Naga with him. Unfortunately, with General Seamus, a stubborn man, around, they could only go when the tide was low near noon.

Soon it was approaching noon, and Duke and his crew waited until the tide went out, then crossed the rocky coast and arrived at an unnamed island.

"Damn, so many fishmen."

There are fish-men in the sea, there are fish-men on the shore, there are fish-men everywhere on the shore.

The fishmen who usually came in groups of two or three, and ran around everywhere even on the beach, now gave Duke the feeling that they were more crowded than the poor fish in a can of sardines, like a bunch of ants huddled together. Although it was not so crowded that even a pin could not be inserted, it was absolutely impossible for a sampan to get in.

There are scales everywhere, huge fish-like bodies, big eyeballs, and ridiculously disproportionate hands and feet.

People with trypophobia are definitely not suitable to see this scene.

The arrival of Duke and his party caused a commotion.

Valar tried to use the intimidation of the Naga to seize control of these fishmen, but Valar failed again. Although they were afraid and cowered, they never really retreated or worshipped Valar.

General Seamus' scalp tingled. "My Lord Duke, I know that the murlocs play an important role in your defense plan, but I still strongly suggest that you evacuate first. We should gather more troops to control this situation, such as sending the Stormwind Kingdom Navy."

Before the formal transfer of command, the former blood sail warship anchored on the coast of Southshore was still commanded by Duke. If Seamus is speaking from a reliable perspective, it is absolutely correct.

Duke didn't want to do that.

He controlled the fishmen by means of immature coercion and deception, or to put it bluntly, tyranny. Once the coercion based on the horror legend was broken, Duke would never be able to control these fishmen again.

Although the murlocs are weak in combat, they can still be very useful in large numbers.

For example, last time they used ice boats to transport 50,000 elite soldiers. Without mermen to pull the boats, did they have to let the soldiers soak their lower bodies in the water and kick?

"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly, and the arcane circuits in his body suddenly accelerated. The sun was still very strong at noon in mid-October, but under Duke's terrifying magical power, the temperature around him dropped sharply.

"Beep, pop, pop--" a series of explosions rang out, and in front of Duke, a hundred-meter distance from the shore of the island, an icy road emitting a cold light was taking shape.

The fishmen screamed in fear and scattered to the left and right, fearing that they would be trapped by the cold air. They instinctively sensed the presence of danger.

In just a few seconds, a 5-meter-wide and 100-meter-long icy road reflecting the bright sunshine appeared in front of everyone.

"Gaoaoonaal (The Sea King Walker is coming)!" The fishmen screamed and shrank back to make way for a wider passage.

"Tom, move back a little." Duke whispered, and then walked proudly onto the icy King's Avenue.

On the left is the angry scale naga priest Zjara holding a long knife.

On the right is the Thornspine Naga priestess Sephirith holding a spear.

Originally, the Naga priests had the highest status among the Nagas. Now, the Naga priests from the two clans surrounded Duke as if he were a secular king, which made those fishmen who had never joined Duke's army even more frightened.

The two fishman leaders, Old Blind Man and Fish Spear, who were from the Western Wilderness, seemed to sense something was wrong. The two guys actually crawled over and knelt down tremblingly on both sides of the ice road.

"Get out!" Duke shouted softly, and released arcane shock to the left and right at the same time, instantly knocking the two weak-willed guys out and making them vomit blood.

But... those two guys seemed to realize that Duke was stronger, and they ignored their injuries and came over again, kneeling at a farther place.

"I'll deal with you later." Duke said in the fishman language.

Come to the center of the island.

Duke heard a sound with a mysterious rhythm.

"Gaa ...

Duke was annoyed by what he heard, so he just let the system filter it and translate it directly.

Thousands of fishmen below all bowed in admiration: "The Oracle Prophet is right—"

"Mercemen only obey the true king of the ocean. All creatures that do not belong to the ocean are not worthy of being the rulers of mermen."

Thousands of fishmen knelt again: "The Oracle is right—"

At this time, at the highest point of the island, standing on a huge pink clam shell, holding a staff like a dragon's claw grasping a green crystal ball, with a large amount of water elements wrapped around his right hand, a strange fishman pointed the staff at Duke who showed his 72 wizard hands.

"So, this human..."

"Huh!?" Duke sneered. The system had completely locked onto the so-called prophet who had bewitched his fishmen to rebel.

The level of this prophet is very good. As a murloc, especially in this race of murlocs with naturally low intelligence, it is definitely a miracle that such a murloc wise man with the peak strength of a Archmage can be born.

However, Archmage and the like are definitely not good enough in front of Duke!

No matter what the reason is, as long as this murloc prophet speaks out against Duke's rule, Duke will never show mercy, even if he has to kill all the murlocs here.

At this moment, Duke's magic circuits were already running at full speed. All the space channels connecting to the elemental world were already opened. All the elements in the surrounding atmosphere were already prostrating themselves at Duke's feet, ready to be dispatched at any time.

At this moment, the murloc prophet's tongue seemed to be stuck.

"What am I, a human being?" Duke sneered. In his eyes, the Murloc Prophet was already a dead fish.

Suddenly, the fish-man prophet who claimed to be an oracle widened his yellow eyes and pointed at Duke.

"Yes! That's right! He is the once-in-a-millennium king that we mermen will see. He will lead us to dominate the coast and make the mermen even greater!"

The fishmen below knelt down before Duke, shouting in unison like a tsunami and a mountain roar: "The prophet is right! Meet our king!"

"Huh? What?!"

Duke was disheveled in the midday chill. Even though he created the cold himself, Duke still felt damn cold and disheveled.

Duke has a thousand ways to increase the loyalty of Stormwind Kingdom's soldiers and civilians, because they are all human beings and know what people need.

Duke could only try to maintain a mysterious atmosphere towards the murlocs. Sometimes, Duke was even happy to keep a distance from the murlocs and use their fear of the unknown to maintain a coercive posture, so as to ensure that he maintained his strong control over the murlocs.

But Duke was still surprised that this prophet suddenly knelt down and licked his boots.

No matter what, what this guy did before was to steal his customers. Duke had already made up his mind not to kill it. Well, just cut off its hands and feet and let it be a real fish.

Look how kind I am!

Now, the one who was at a loss was Duke.

Tens of thousands of murlocs knelt before him, and the murloc prophet opened the giant clam shell he was standing on. Duke took a glimpse and saw that thing actually looked a bit like a throne.

"Great Sea King Duke Edmund! Your servant Mogor salutes you!"

Mogor?

The Oracle Mogor?

Duke was absolutely sure that he had never heard of this guy.

But the system prompt said: "Congratulations, you have recaptured the Murloc Oracle Mogor. It has supreme prestige among the Murlocs. Its words are law, and its language represents fate. You have successfully recaptured it, which means that at least there will be no more Murlocs in the world who will be hostile to you."

Duke frowned.

Here, Mogor took steps that were extremely ridiculous in the eyes of humans, stepped on the sand on the island with its three-fingered, duck-like feet, ran towards Duke, and crawled in front of Duke.

"King of the fishmen - please sit on your throne!"

Duke did not agree immediately. Instead, he sneered: "Didn't you just say that 'all creatures that do not belong to the ocean are not worthy of being the rulers of the mermen'? Why do you acknowledge that I am your king?"

Mogor's big eyes with yellow whites and black vertical pupils turned around twice quickly: "In the distant ancient times, there were no living creatures on the earth. The ocean! It is the cradle of all living things! In order to escape the terrifying existence in the deepest part of the sea, the first murloc grew limbs and walked to the coast. More murlocs did the same."

Duke was a little embarrassed. Why did this story sound familiar?

"Some murlocs were not brave enough to break free from the constraints of the ocean. They returned to the sea, so they could only find habitats near the coast. But there was a group of brave men who continued to move towards the depths of the land... Millions of years later, they became humans! And Duke Edmund is the destined king among the murloc inheritors!"

"Puff!" Duke sprayed.

Damn, Darwin's theory of evolution has become like this when it comes to you? Well, do you want me to write a word of "admiration" for you?

Smart, but cunning, this was Duke's first impression of Mogor.

However, the funny fishmen over there exclaimed one after another, and then bowed down again. Duke was also drunk with this scene.

"Everyone remember! His Majesty Edmund is our true king. His power is above all Nagas and marine creatures! Remember?"

"Remember—" The fish people bowed for the third time.

The neat and exaggerated scene completely stunned the two Naga priests, General Seamus and the elite soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom behind him.

What the hell is this?

People often say that Duke is the King of the Sea, but Seamus never really believed it. He thought it was just a respectful title. Even when he saw Duke commanding the Nagas and the fishmen, he thought Duke was just using some special means. Who would have thought that he would actually witness such a grand ceremony of worshiping the king?

Duke still couldn't get used to sitting on the huge clam covered with pearls. He even thought that if the clam was actually a trap and he was killed as soon as he sat on it and couldn't be resurrected, then this story would really be a masterpiece.

Duke overthought.

At this time, Duke was shocked to discover that Mogor was actually using some kind of mental connection to linger directly outside Duke's spiritual world waiting for the call to be connected.

Duke thought about it and finally answered the call.

"Your Majesty, Mogor is at your service."

"Enough, I'm just a strong human being, why are you doing this?" Duke's voice suddenly became cold.

"No, no, no, Mogor and the fishmen kneel down at your Majesty's feet sincerely."

"Huh!? First you incite them to disobey the orders of my messenger, and then you say they are loyal to me?" Duke was completely sneering.

"That's because Mogor doesn't know the greatness of His Majesty... and the terror..." During the spiritual connection, Mogor was already kneeling on the ground.

"Oh?" Duke became interested.

"Mogor is unwilling to see any fishman submit to a false king, but is willing to be absolutely loyal to a true overlord."

"Overlord?"

"Yes! Mogor not only saw your power, Your Majesty, but also felt the hundreds of thousands of wronged souls entangled around Your Majesty, unable to be freed. Only a peerless overlord can accomplish such a great feat. Compared to Your Majesty, who can change the fate of so many lives, the entire fishman race is just a tiny existence."

Duke narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you see the wronged souls around me?"

"No, I can only feel the strong breath of destiny." Mogor continued to kneel.

"Okay, I'll forgive your rudeness for the last time. But next time, I'll have the Nagas and the deep-sea giants cut off your retreat, and all the humans on land surround you and kill every last murloc in the world."

Duke's words made Mogor tremble all over, both in the spiritual world and in reality.

"Okay, let's go. From now on, 60% of the fishmen will obey Vala, and 40% will obey Seferis. As for you, Mogor, you will be Vala's deputy."

"As you command, my Lord."

Duke rubbed his brows and sighed softly. He finally completed the defense system of Southshore.

After returning to Southshore, Duke welcomed King Llane on the 15th. Llane rushed back after working day and night.

"Oh, Duke... the mage's portal is so convenient. If your magic is stable enough, I would rather come back with you. Alas, it was not until Medivh became the Grand Magus that his teleportation became a little more stable. It was always bad before that." Llane did not forget to complain about his deceased friend.

"Any news?"

"Anduin and them finally agreed to station the main force of the army in Southshore."

"Main force?"

"Yes, they think the orcs are likely to go west and land on the North Coast, so the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Infantry Regiments of Gilneas and half of Lordaeron's troops will be deployed on the North Coast. The second fleet led by Kul Tiras Grand Prince Drake has also rushed there."

Duke frowned immediately.