Chapter 148: The Murloc Tidewalker
Matthew's words left Elio somewhat bewildered.
She unconsciously raised her arm, where the crimson tattoos glowed faintly.
"Doesn't the lord mind at all?"
"500 gold coins and 200 contribution points? That's a huge sum—enough to buy plenty of things..."
"A longsword? How did the lord know I'm more skilled with a sword?"
"..."
Staring into Matthew's familiar, dark eyes, Elio opened her mouth, and at Old John's urging, she bowed slightly:
"Thank you for the lord's reward."
With this body being a mere projection, Matthew had no reservations. He boldly reached out and patted Elio's shoulder, admiring her tall and slender frame as he praised:
"Your personal strength is outstanding, but you need to work on coordinating with your teammates and improving your command skills."
"If you can make up for those weaknesses and keep earning contribution points, you could become a captain."
As Elio stood there in a daze, Matthew signaled to Ralph, who then shouted loudly:
"The highest contributor in this battle is—Elio!"
Old John and Ji Fan quickly followed suit, shouting:
"Elio!"
The other soldiers joined in, ignoring Elio's strange appearance, and shouted with envy and anticipation:
"Elio!"
After all, everyone wanted a strong teammate—the more loot to go around, the better!
Having made a small gesture of goodwill, Matthew turned his attention to the murlocs spreading across the Silvermoon River.
Thousands filled the city; tens of thousands covered the fields!
Even though the murlocs were small in stature, when their numbers reached such overwhelming levels, covering the landscape as far as the eye could see, fear naturally arose.
With a quick glance, Matthew estimated that there were no less than 50,000 murlocs, with more still emerging from the river.
The vast fields that had been cleared for planting were now trampled into a murky mess by the murlocs.
Luckily, there were still a few days before sowing would begin. Otherwise, this would have resulted in enormous waste and loss of precious time.
Even so, watching their beloved land being so defiled made every soldier of Bay Territory seethe with anger.
After all, the land that was being ruined included the very plots they were about to be assigned!
The small murlocs posed no threat to the sturdy walls, but every soldier wanted to rush out and fight.
Matthew wasn't troubled by the large number of murlocs. Instead, he silently pondered:
"Why are these normally chaotic, energetic murlocs gathering in such large numbers?"
"Killing these murlocs only grants me 1 or 2 experience points each. How can I maximize their value?"
Glancing over the mass of murlocs, an idea struck Matthew, and he silently thought:
"Yaya, time to make an appearance!"
"Yes! On it!"
With a cheerful response echoing in Matthew's mind, a flash of silvery light streaked across the sky above the walls, accompanied by a clear and resonant dragon's roar that echoed powerfully.
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...