Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 146: The Stirring Murlocs

Chapter 146: The Stirring Murlocs

"Blub blub blub!"

The endless shouting gathered into a cacophony of noise, causing the soldiers on the walls to frown.

As far as the eye could see, countless murlocs were gathering along the riverbank.

They crowded together in layers, bickering and fighting, creating an irritating commotion.

In the distance, the pioneers gathered together, preparing to retreat from the farmland.

Just then, as if receiving a command, the murlocs packed along the riverbank began to charge towards the gathering humans.

Seeing this, Jifan's pupils contracted, and he raised his voice to call out to Old John on the other side:

"Boss, those murlocs are moving, they're about to attack us!"

Tossing aside the used communication scroll, Old John drew his longsword and, with a stern gaze sweeping over everyone, spoke firmly:

"Defend the territory, defend our home!"

"Defend the territory, defend our home!"

The soldiers' unified shout echoed along the walls, carrying into the town.

Inside, they heard the responding cries of support, bringing a smile to every soldier's face.

An indescribable feeling surged through Elio, sending chills up her spine.

Her shouts, though, were filled with absolute sincerity.

Before she knew it, she had found an excuse for herself—her people deserved a better life.

The city gates gradually closed, leaving just enough of a gap for soldiers to pass through.

Led by Old John, the soldiers marched out in formation.

Captain Sean, busy gathering the pioneers, called his patrol soldiers to form a defensive line, preparing to repel the incoming murlocs.

At the same time, he instructed the pioneers to take a detour and enter the city from the other side.

The throng of murlocs surged forward like a tidal wave. In the sunlight, Elio got her first good look at these enemies.

The first thing that caught her eye was a massive mouth full of fangs, with sparse, sharp teeth still holding remnants of algae and other food scraps.

Their emerald-green scales covered their bodies, interspersed with mottled patches of varying shades.

Unlike the long, slender limbs of kobolds, the murlocs had short, stocky limbs with webbed fingers.

The weapons in their hands were in poor condition and extremely varied.

Rusty, broken swords weren't unusual; elongated stones and bones were also common. Elio even saw a murloc wielding a fossilized fish as a weapon.

Most of the murlocs wore no armor, relying only on their weak scales as their only form of protection.

Individually, murlocs were incredibly weak in battle; even kobolds or goblins of the same level could easily defeat them.

But when the number of murlocs swelled to an uncountable mass, it filled most people with fear.

Their awkward steps carried them towards the patrol soldiers' defensive line, emboldened by their sheer numbers, shouting incessantly.

Captain Sean drew his longsword, pushing aside his inner turmoil as he watched the swarm of murlocs rush towards them. He shouted in a low voice:

"Spears up! Forward!"